In Between
Disclaimer: *Sighs* , Oh here we go again- - I don't own LotR and if I did I would be the first creator to forbid disclaimers. Most everyone knows that I don't make any profit of my writings, and if you didn't - - Well, then you know it now.
Summary: The same night that the Ringwraiths attacked in Bree, Frodo and Pippin get separated from Strider, Merry and Sam. Lost in the frightening city; Frodo and Pippin are found by not so nice man.
Rate: R, for angst, violence, rape.
WARNING: Well, here's the part you've all been waiting for, "The Rape" I didn't make it graphic, considering that FFNet would never let me have it here, but everyone should realize what is going on in that scene. It's not disturbing at all. (Um, well maybe.. I'm just getting too used to all this 'hobbit torture' that I barely notice)
--- AN: I didn't realize that I hadn't updated this story in a long time, since July 8th to be exact. I got stuck, and couldn't find any way out! I decided to drop it for few days, hoping to get any ideas of continuance. Then the time did something terrible!- - it ran away! I'm sorry!
And to my lovely reviewers, thank you! I've never received so many reviews for the first three chapters. You guys are great!
LilyBaggins: Who's going to be raped, heh, you'll find that out in this chapter, no straight answers, but I think it'll please you. And TLC? Man, I only write angst. I'll give it a shot it is necessary in this kinds of situation. You'll bet there'll be a TLC! But the question is "Can I write it alone"
Aratlithiel: Why do I let you keep falling behind? I'm not the one to advertise anything of my work unless in the summary. I don't know - - that's just me. But with you being here really makes my day!
Iorhael: I could write on and on about how great you are, but simply I don't really have the time. 'Don't leave us hanging for too long', yeah, I'm sorry about that, time has its funny way of running away from me.
Kyotyred: Another face, oh what a grace! Welcome, hope I'll see you again.
Mbradford: Yes Theodore is creepy indeed. BTW There's no problem of plugging your fic in, it's actually one of my favorites!
Iawen Londea: Yes, Strider, Merry and Sam are definitely looking for Frodo and Pippin, as for your questions they'll be answered in this chapter..
endymion: I agree, the hobbits are to gullible! Hey, how was Hungary?, Got any funny stories for me? LOL. *Shakes her head while muttering "Tourists!"*
AndysPrincess: Thank you, and yes I'm in a dire need of a beta-reader. I've already sent you e-mail. Hope you'll respond!
QTPie-2488: Don't worry *Whispering* your secret is safe with me. Thank you BTW!
Aelfigu: First of all; thank you and second of all; thank you! And there was absolutely no problem of plugging in your fics. I'm enjoying them and so should everybody!
Trust_No_One: Oh, thank you! It's always nice to meet someone new around here, "Hi, nice to meet you!"
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Merry desperately looked around himself, every slight bit of noise made him turn around to face its maker, but nothing hinted at the whereabouts of his two cousins. "Pip!" He called out. Though he wanted his voice to sound strong and confident it sounded more desperate and empty. They had been looking for hours and no signs were of Pippin and Frodo.
The Ringwraiths were nowhere in sight and Merry did not know whether they had captured his cousins or if Frodo and Pippin were still hiding, he did see them run away, but to where he didn't know.
The weather did not welcome hiking; the heavy rain fell down on the small hobbit that watched them break into smaller drops as they hit him, the rain embraced him in its cold embrace. And he realized that he stood alone, for the first time in his life, he was alone.
"Merry!" Sam's voice sounded so far away, but Merry knew he was calling from the inn's doorway, trying to get him inside. Sam's voice sounded so far away, which was probably the rain's doing, to suffocate any sound. Maybe Pippin was trying to call for him as well and he didn't hear him because of the rain.
"Merry" Sam was closer now; in fact he had already laid his hand upon Merry's shoulder "Let's go inside, we will accomplish nothing in this kind of weather"
Merry pulled himself away from Sam as he turned around to face him "In case you have forgotten, Sam. Two of our kin are out there! Two of my cousins!"
"You think I don't know that, Meriadoc? You think they don't matter to me?" Sam asked "You know just as well as I do that I would follow Frodo anywhere, even to his own death. But I lost him - " Tears grew in his eyes as he kept on "And I have no idea where two of your cousins can be, but I swear to Elbereth that I will find them"
Merry didn't respond, every ounce of energy used to keep the tears at bay. Sam laid his hand on Merry's shoulder again and gave him a reassuring smile "Come on, let's get you inside"
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The writhing and twisting did not help Frodo to release himself from the pair of Theodore's arms. Trying so desperately to reach Pippin who lay motionless on the floor by the broken window. "Pip-mmph!" Frodo cried out as the man's hand muffled his attempt.
"Yer walking on a thin ice, halfling" Theodore whispered into the hobbit's ear, who did not cease to stop his struggle "Stop yer twisting and I might be kinder"
Frodo tried to say something, but only came out muffled and inexplicable
"What's that?" Theodore chuckled as he removed his hand
"Plea - Please, let me help him" Frodo motioned to Pippin who lay still motionless
"That little rat is in no need of yer aid, not now" Theodore spat, "When I'm through with ye, I'll reconsider"
'When I'm through with you'
The sentence found it's way into Frodo's mind uninvitingly and clung there, repeating itself over and over again while Frodo tried to understand the meaning of Theodore's words
Theodore pushed his victim down to the floor "Sit there and don't move.. Or ye'll be out for far worse"
Like being petrified, Frodo allowed the man to force him to sit down. He watched as he took the unconscious form of Pippin and slumped him into a chair.
Theodore turned around to face Frodo, his finger pointing at him "Do not move"
He disappeared from the room, leaving Frodo to wonder if he had a real chance to escape. Realizing that he did not know when another chance came, he flung himself to his feet and emerged Pippin who had no idea of what was happening around him
"Pip?" Frodo whispered as he tried to shake him to reality, when nothing happened. Frodo placed one arm beneath Pippin's upper back and the other one under his knees, picking him up like a fragile thing. He grunted when Pippin's weight sank into his limbs, but refused the urge to just drop him.
It didn't take Theodore long to realize what was happening when he entered the room to find Frodo on his way out, with his unconscious friend in his arms. Frodo's eyes were set firmly on the still figure in the doorway, "He needs help" Frodo whispered
"Didn't I tell ye not to move?" Theodore's words stung like the hard slap Frodo received across his cheek, but he still held tightly to the unaware Pippin
"Let go off him now" Theodore commanded, Frodo faced his captor again
"No" Frodo said
Theodore's already grim face became grimmer if that was possible as he leapt forward, he grabbed Frodo's wrist, twisting in away to drop Pippin, but not breaking it. Frodo winced as Theodore still held him that way, even though he had already gotten what he wanted.
"I told ye not to move" Theodore leaned forward to meet Frodo's eyes, but received Frodo's foot in his groin, crying out, he lost contact with Frodo's wrist who ran past him, heeding no time to give his attention to Pippin. Mindset on finding any object to use against Theodore, dashing into the kitchen, he could feel Theodore's heavy steps - He was chasing him. Desperately looking around when he approached the kitchen he noticed a knife glitter in the washbasin, but before he could reach it, he was grabbed from behind and shoved hardly to the floor - face first. Theodore's foot landed on his side, which made the hobbit turn around in agony.
Theodore literally growled as he pulled the hobbit up by the collar of his tunic. His grim expression turned into an admiration as he stared down at the hobbit, brushing his thumb softly against Frodo's temple, while staring into his blue eyes "So pretty eyes, so big for one so small" Theodore murmured
"Let go off me" Frodo struggled from the man's grasp, but not succeeding. Theodore's expression switched again from admiration to the grim one. Pushing Frodo before himself into the other room where Pippin lay still.
Picking Pippin mercilessly up from the floor and slumping him down at the chair, he turned his attention back to Frodo who had placed himself beside Pippin "Ye want to repeat yer mistakes?"
Frodo stood motionless, not finding any strength to response
"Are ye?" Theodore urged for an answer
"N-no" Frodo stuttered
"Good" Theodore said as he tied Pippin to the chair, Frodo winced as he noticed how tight the cords were "Ye may not realize it now but it's for yer own good to obey"
Frodo turned his gaze from the ropes to Theodore, "Why are you doing this?" Frodo started weakly "You find this enjoyable?"
"To chase ye around the whole house?" Theodore faced the hobbit for a while, and then he turned his attention back to the cords he was tying around Pippin's wrists "No I don't find that enjoyable" Theodore added quietly as he shook his head
"Then what is?" Frodo asked, in some way afraid of knowing the answer, afraid but needing.
"Ye'll see" Theodore smirked as he faced his prey again, Frodo staggered backwards as Theodore advanced towards him. Not heeding to anything but the loathsome eyes that held him in its gaze.
Backing slowly, in the rhythm of Theodore's own steps Frodo did not notice that the man got him cornered again. The wall connected with his back like Frodo was trying to flee two men, and now stood between them, with no ideas of how to escape.
Theodore lashed forward and with a quick impulse Frodo let himself fall to the floor, landing harshly at Theodore's feet as Theodore's strong hands connected with the wall that had held Frodo captive seconds before.
Theodore nearly laughed as he eyed the crawling form at the floor, making its way towards the door. Theodore pushed himself forward and followed the miserable hobbit. When Frodo reached the front door he struggled to get upon his two feet, panicking when Theodore was too close, he jumped up and threw himself at the door. Theodore captured him, throwing his arms around his neck and the other around his chest, pulling them both back.
Frodo struggled to ease the grip around his neck, but not avail. He was lifted from the floor and dragged backwards.
"Ye Hobbits are really stupid creatures, ain't ye?" Theodore chuckled, "I tell ye not to move and ye move. What if I tell ye to move, heh? What then?"
Frodo kept fighting for some precious air, completely unaware of that man's comments or his intentions.
Theodore carried the struggling figure into a small room, a room that was only furnished with a nasty bed, with nasty sheets. He dropped the hobbit onto the bed, who let out a painful gasp as the hand around his throat was removed. Too occupied of breathing, Frodo didn't notice when the man closed in on him, until the man had already positioned himself on the bed, beside the gasping creature.
Frodo tried to draw himself away from the man's reaching hand, but his limbs didn't seem to cooperate. One of the man's hands was locked around his wrist while the other caressed his cheek, his eyes staring into the wide-eyed hobbit.
"Please - -" Frodo trailed off, out of breath
"Yes?" Theodore urged
"Just let us be and I shall bother you no more" Frodo eyes were pleading, pleading for a salvation. "M-my cousin needs help- -"
"Yer cousin is the last ye should worry about" Theodore interrupted, "Ye should stop worrying about others and actually start worrying about yerself"
The sentence cut into Frodo like a knife, staring in disbelief at the man that was leaning towards him, caressing him like a child that had newly woken up from a nightmare. When his hand moved down to the first button on his tunic, Frodo tried to recoil but the firm grip around his wrist prevented him of getting far.
Frodo raised his free hand, in attempt to get the man off him, sending it towards the man's face, but it never hit its target. Theodore caught his wrist, and locked them both in his tight grasp.
Unexpected sob emerged from Frodo as he found himself stuck. There were no escapes unless enduring the torment. The man released his left wrist to seize cords that lay on the floor. Frodo tried to pull himself away, but that man's strength held him in his place. Easily, Theodore flipped the sobbing hobbit onto his stomach and pulled his struggling hands together, managing to loop the cords around the wrists and tie them in place, and then he tied the other end of the rope to the bedpost.
Frodo hid his face into the foul pillow, trying to choke the sound of his crying, trying to stay strong. Wishing intensely that Pippin would not witness anything. Frodo knew that if he could not control himself than neither could Pippin, Pippin had always looked up to him and if Frodo found anything hopeless so would Pippin.
Theodore grabbed his hair and yanked his head to the side, so Frodo's face lost its contact with the pillow. Theodore reached out to brush away a tear that was sliding across his face. The man's eyes traveled down Frodo's tear stricken face, planting his gaze on the hobbit's trembling lips, slowly, touching the lower one with his thumb, and brushing it gently. In emotional agony Frodo quickly bit the man's thumb so hard that disgusting metal taste filled his mouth.
Theodore cried out in pain and frustration, clenching his unharmed hand and sending the small creature his fist, the fist connected with Frodo's cheek that immediately reeled over to his back, with the consequences of twisting his wrists in an awkward position. Theodore pulled himself backwards while clutching at his finger. "Ye insolent rat!" He cried out. "Ye might think twice before ye actualize next!"
"I did consider of leaving yer friend unspoiled for some time to come, but yer behavior has shown me that ye might not be all that pleasant" Theodore made his way out of the room, but was stopped half way through the doorway by Frodo's soft voice, "Wait- -"
Theodore slowly turned around with a playful smirk across his face "Yes?"
"Don't hurt him, please. I'll do whatever you want, all I ask for is that you keep him unharmed" Frodo's eyes glistened with tears while he stared solemnly at Theodore "I promise"
"If that thing is anything like ye, he will be asking for pain with action he didn't think through" Theodore said
"Let me talk to him" Frodo said, "He listens to me.."
"Tomorrow. Yer cousin will most likely wake up in the morning. I'll let ye confront him then" Theodore said as he stepped closer
Theodore didn't wait for any answers. Without any words he flipped the hobbit back on his stomach. Frodo clenched his eyes tightly, hoping that if he'd close his eyes, he would lose the total awareness of his surroundings. But not avail - Theodore didn't go as gently as he had started before. Frodo's clothes were ripped off with great force. Desperation, need and greed motivated Theodore's body.
Theodore raised himself up when he had finished stripping the small creature that lay on his bed. While undressing himself, he stared down at the shivering hobbit in his bed. Never taking his eyes off Frodo's bare back that was so pale and so beautiful,
So desirable. Theodore could not hold on any longer. Frodo felt himself sink into the bed as a warm body, a bigger body settled on top of him.
Frodo's eyes stung because of tears, his throat nearly closed because of the sob that lingered in his throat, the pressure in his ears nearly prevented him off hearing anything, paining him.
And then, the searing agony did not only settle on his ears, throat and eyes. It stung his whole body in a specified rhythm. Frodo couldn't prevent the scream that broke through the lump in his throat, the pain of his and Theodore's agreement, trying to hold on for as long as he could, but didn't succeed, the painful screams echoed through the whole house.
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Pippin's eyes fluttered open as the screams reached his ears. Although he was dazed and confused it only took him few seconds to identify the owner of the tormented screams
"Frodo..!" Pippin cried out "Frodo!"
Pippin pulled at the bonds with all his strength. Pulling and twisting but nothing happened. Tears started to form in his eyes as he realized that he wouldn't be any help until someone would release him. "Frodo!" He cried out into the direction that the screams were coming from, but the only responses that he received were the agonized screams.
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No more today, sorry guys!
Keep me busy. Keep reviewing!
Disclaimer: *Sighs* , Oh here we go again- - I don't own LotR and if I did I would be the first creator to forbid disclaimers. Most everyone knows that I don't make any profit of my writings, and if you didn't - - Well, then you know it now.
Summary: The same night that the Ringwraiths attacked in Bree, Frodo and Pippin get separated from Strider, Merry and Sam. Lost in the frightening city; Frodo and Pippin are found by not so nice man.
Rate: R, for angst, violence, rape.
WARNING: Well, here's the part you've all been waiting for, "The Rape" I didn't make it graphic, considering that FFNet would never let me have it here, but everyone should realize what is going on in that scene. It's not disturbing at all. (Um, well maybe.. I'm just getting too used to all this 'hobbit torture' that I barely notice)
--- AN: I didn't realize that I hadn't updated this story in a long time, since July 8th to be exact. I got stuck, and couldn't find any way out! I decided to drop it for few days, hoping to get any ideas of continuance. Then the time did something terrible!- - it ran away! I'm sorry!
And to my lovely reviewers, thank you! I've never received so many reviews for the first three chapters. You guys are great!
LilyBaggins: Who's going to be raped, heh, you'll find that out in this chapter, no straight answers, but I think it'll please you. And TLC? Man, I only write angst. I'll give it a shot it is necessary in this kinds of situation. You'll bet there'll be a TLC! But the question is "Can I write it alone"
Aratlithiel: Why do I let you keep falling behind? I'm not the one to advertise anything of my work unless in the summary. I don't know - - that's just me. But with you being here really makes my day!
Iorhael: I could write on and on about how great you are, but simply I don't really have the time. 'Don't leave us hanging for too long', yeah, I'm sorry about that, time has its funny way of running away from me.
Kyotyred: Another face, oh what a grace! Welcome, hope I'll see you again.
Mbradford: Yes Theodore is creepy indeed. BTW There's no problem of plugging your fic in, it's actually one of my favorites!
Iawen Londea: Yes, Strider, Merry and Sam are definitely looking for Frodo and Pippin, as for your questions they'll be answered in this chapter..
endymion: I agree, the hobbits are to gullible! Hey, how was Hungary?, Got any funny stories for me? LOL. *Shakes her head while muttering "Tourists!"*
AndysPrincess: Thank you, and yes I'm in a dire need of a beta-reader. I've already sent you e-mail. Hope you'll respond!
QTPie-2488: Don't worry *Whispering* your secret is safe with me. Thank you BTW!
Aelfigu: First of all; thank you and second of all; thank you! And there was absolutely no problem of plugging in your fics. I'm enjoying them and so should everybody!
Trust_No_One: Oh, thank you! It's always nice to meet someone new around here, "Hi, nice to meet you!"
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Merry desperately looked around himself, every slight bit of noise made him turn around to face its maker, but nothing hinted at the whereabouts of his two cousins. "Pip!" He called out. Though he wanted his voice to sound strong and confident it sounded more desperate and empty. They had been looking for hours and no signs were of Pippin and Frodo.
The Ringwraiths were nowhere in sight and Merry did not know whether they had captured his cousins or if Frodo and Pippin were still hiding, he did see them run away, but to where he didn't know.
The weather did not welcome hiking; the heavy rain fell down on the small hobbit that watched them break into smaller drops as they hit him, the rain embraced him in its cold embrace. And he realized that he stood alone, for the first time in his life, he was alone.
"Merry!" Sam's voice sounded so far away, but Merry knew he was calling from the inn's doorway, trying to get him inside. Sam's voice sounded so far away, which was probably the rain's doing, to suffocate any sound. Maybe Pippin was trying to call for him as well and he didn't hear him because of the rain.
"Merry" Sam was closer now; in fact he had already laid his hand upon Merry's shoulder "Let's go inside, we will accomplish nothing in this kind of weather"
Merry pulled himself away from Sam as he turned around to face him "In case you have forgotten, Sam. Two of our kin are out there! Two of my cousins!"
"You think I don't know that, Meriadoc? You think they don't matter to me?" Sam asked "You know just as well as I do that I would follow Frodo anywhere, even to his own death. But I lost him - " Tears grew in his eyes as he kept on "And I have no idea where two of your cousins can be, but I swear to Elbereth that I will find them"
Merry didn't respond, every ounce of energy used to keep the tears at bay. Sam laid his hand on Merry's shoulder again and gave him a reassuring smile "Come on, let's get you inside"
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The writhing and twisting did not help Frodo to release himself from the pair of Theodore's arms. Trying so desperately to reach Pippin who lay motionless on the floor by the broken window. "Pip-mmph!" Frodo cried out as the man's hand muffled his attempt.
"Yer walking on a thin ice, halfling" Theodore whispered into the hobbit's ear, who did not cease to stop his struggle "Stop yer twisting and I might be kinder"
Frodo tried to say something, but only came out muffled and inexplicable
"What's that?" Theodore chuckled as he removed his hand
"Plea - Please, let me help him" Frodo motioned to Pippin who lay still motionless
"That little rat is in no need of yer aid, not now" Theodore spat, "When I'm through with ye, I'll reconsider"
'When I'm through with you'
The sentence found it's way into Frodo's mind uninvitingly and clung there, repeating itself over and over again while Frodo tried to understand the meaning of Theodore's words
Theodore pushed his victim down to the floor "Sit there and don't move.. Or ye'll be out for far worse"
Like being petrified, Frodo allowed the man to force him to sit down. He watched as he took the unconscious form of Pippin and slumped him into a chair.
Theodore turned around to face Frodo, his finger pointing at him "Do not move"
He disappeared from the room, leaving Frodo to wonder if he had a real chance to escape. Realizing that he did not know when another chance came, he flung himself to his feet and emerged Pippin who had no idea of what was happening around him
"Pip?" Frodo whispered as he tried to shake him to reality, when nothing happened. Frodo placed one arm beneath Pippin's upper back and the other one under his knees, picking him up like a fragile thing. He grunted when Pippin's weight sank into his limbs, but refused the urge to just drop him.
It didn't take Theodore long to realize what was happening when he entered the room to find Frodo on his way out, with his unconscious friend in his arms. Frodo's eyes were set firmly on the still figure in the doorway, "He needs help" Frodo whispered
"Didn't I tell ye not to move?" Theodore's words stung like the hard slap Frodo received across his cheek, but he still held tightly to the unaware Pippin
"Let go off him now" Theodore commanded, Frodo faced his captor again
"No" Frodo said
Theodore's already grim face became grimmer if that was possible as he leapt forward, he grabbed Frodo's wrist, twisting in away to drop Pippin, but not breaking it. Frodo winced as Theodore still held him that way, even though he had already gotten what he wanted.
"I told ye not to move" Theodore leaned forward to meet Frodo's eyes, but received Frodo's foot in his groin, crying out, he lost contact with Frodo's wrist who ran past him, heeding no time to give his attention to Pippin. Mindset on finding any object to use against Theodore, dashing into the kitchen, he could feel Theodore's heavy steps - He was chasing him. Desperately looking around when he approached the kitchen he noticed a knife glitter in the washbasin, but before he could reach it, he was grabbed from behind and shoved hardly to the floor - face first. Theodore's foot landed on his side, which made the hobbit turn around in agony.
Theodore literally growled as he pulled the hobbit up by the collar of his tunic. His grim expression turned into an admiration as he stared down at the hobbit, brushing his thumb softly against Frodo's temple, while staring into his blue eyes "So pretty eyes, so big for one so small" Theodore murmured
"Let go off me" Frodo struggled from the man's grasp, but not succeeding. Theodore's expression switched again from admiration to the grim one. Pushing Frodo before himself into the other room where Pippin lay still.
Picking Pippin mercilessly up from the floor and slumping him down at the chair, he turned his attention back to Frodo who had placed himself beside Pippin "Ye want to repeat yer mistakes?"
Frodo stood motionless, not finding any strength to response
"Are ye?" Theodore urged for an answer
"N-no" Frodo stuttered
"Good" Theodore said as he tied Pippin to the chair, Frodo winced as he noticed how tight the cords were "Ye may not realize it now but it's for yer own good to obey"
Frodo turned his gaze from the ropes to Theodore, "Why are you doing this?" Frodo started weakly "You find this enjoyable?"
"To chase ye around the whole house?" Theodore faced the hobbit for a while, and then he turned his attention back to the cords he was tying around Pippin's wrists "No I don't find that enjoyable" Theodore added quietly as he shook his head
"Then what is?" Frodo asked, in some way afraid of knowing the answer, afraid but needing.
"Ye'll see" Theodore smirked as he faced his prey again, Frodo staggered backwards as Theodore advanced towards him. Not heeding to anything but the loathsome eyes that held him in its gaze.
Backing slowly, in the rhythm of Theodore's own steps Frodo did not notice that the man got him cornered again. The wall connected with his back like Frodo was trying to flee two men, and now stood between them, with no ideas of how to escape.
Theodore lashed forward and with a quick impulse Frodo let himself fall to the floor, landing harshly at Theodore's feet as Theodore's strong hands connected with the wall that had held Frodo captive seconds before.
Theodore nearly laughed as he eyed the crawling form at the floor, making its way towards the door. Theodore pushed himself forward and followed the miserable hobbit. When Frodo reached the front door he struggled to get upon his two feet, panicking when Theodore was too close, he jumped up and threw himself at the door. Theodore captured him, throwing his arms around his neck and the other around his chest, pulling them both back.
Frodo struggled to ease the grip around his neck, but not avail. He was lifted from the floor and dragged backwards.
"Ye Hobbits are really stupid creatures, ain't ye?" Theodore chuckled, "I tell ye not to move and ye move. What if I tell ye to move, heh? What then?"
Frodo kept fighting for some precious air, completely unaware of that man's comments or his intentions.
Theodore carried the struggling figure into a small room, a room that was only furnished with a nasty bed, with nasty sheets. He dropped the hobbit onto the bed, who let out a painful gasp as the hand around his throat was removed. Too occupied of breathing, Frodo didn't notice when the man closed in on him, until the man had already positioned himself on the bed, beside the gasping creature.
Frodo tried to draw himself away from the man's reaching hand, but his limbs didn't seem to cooperate. One of the man's hands was locked around his wrist while the other caressed his cheek, his eyes staring into the wide-eyed hobbit.
"Please - -" Frodo trailed off, out of breath
"Yes?" Theodore urged
"Just let us be and I shall bother you no more" Frodo eyes were pleading, pleading for a salvation. "M-my cousin needs help- -"
"Yer cousin is the last ye should worry about" Theodore interrupted, "Ye should stop worrying about others and actually start worrying about yerself"
The sentence cut into Frodo like a knife, staring in disbelief at the man that was leaning towards him, caressing him like a child that had newly woken up from a nightmare. When his hand moved down to the first button on his tunic, Frodo tried to recoil but the firm grip around his wrist prevented him of getting far.
Frodo raised his free hand, in attempt to get the man off him, sending it towards the man's face, but it never hit its target. Theodore caught his wrist, and locked them both in his tight grasp.
Unexpected sob emerged from Frodo as he found himself stuck. There were no escapes unless enduring the torment. The man released his left wrist to seize cords that lay on the floor. Frodo tried to pull himself away, but that man's strength held him in his place. Easily, Theodore flipped the sobbing hobbit onto his stomach and pulled his struggling hands together, managing to loop the cords around the wrists and tie them in place, and then he tied the other end of the rope to the bedpost.
Frodo hid his face into the foul pillow, trying to choke the sound of his crying, trying to stay strong. Wishing intensely that Pippin would not witness anything. Frodo knew that if he could not control himself than neither could Pippin, Pippin had always looked up to him and if Frodo found anything hopeless so would Pippin.
Theodore grabbed his hair and yanked his head to the side, so Frodo's face lost its contact with the pillow. Theodore reached out to brush away a tear that was sliding across his face. The man's eyes traveled down Frodo's tear stricken face, planting his gaze on the hobbit's trembling lips, slowly, touching the lower one with his thumb, and brushing it gently. In emotional agony Frodo quickly bit the man's thumb so hard that disgusting metal taste filled his mouth.
Theodore cried out in pain and frustration, clenching his unharmed hand and sending the small creature his fist, the fist connected with Frodo's cheek that immediately reeled over to his back, with the consequences of twisting his wrists in an awkward position. Theodore pulled himself backwards while clutching at his finger. "Ye insolent rat!" He cried out. "Ye might think twice before ye actualize next!"
"I did consider of leaving yer friend unspoiled for some time to come, but yer behavior has shown me that ye might not be all that pleasant" Theodore made his way out of the room, but was stopped half way through the doorway by Frodo's soft voice, "Wait- -"
Theodore slowly turned around with a playful smirk across his face "Yes?"
"Don't hurt him, please. I'll do whatever you want, all I ask for is that you keep him unharmed" Frodo's eyes glistened with tears while he stared solemnly at Theodore "I promise"
"If that thing is anything like ye, he will be asking for pain with action he didn't think through" Theodore said
"Let me talk to him" Frodo said, "He listens to me.."
"Tomorrow. Yer cousin will most likely wake up in the morning. I'll let ye confront him then" Theodore said as he stepped closer
Theodore didn't wait for any answers. Without any words he flipped the hobbit back on his stomach. Frodo clenched his eyes tightly, hoping that if he'd close his eyes, he would lose the total awareness of his surroundings. But not avail - Theodore didn't go as gently as he had started before. Frodo's clothes were ripped off with great force. Desperation, need and greed motivated Theodore's body.
Theodore raised himself up when he had finished stripping the small creature that lay on his bed. While undressing himself, he stared down at the shivering hobbit in his bed. Never taking his eyes off Frodo's bare back that was so pale and so beautiful,
So desirable. Theodore could not hold on any longer. Frodo felt himself sink into the bed as a warm body, a bigger body settled on top of him.
Frodo's eyes stung because of tears, his throat nearly closed because of the sob that lingered in his throat, the pressure in his ears nearly prevented him off hearing anything, paining him.
And then, the searing agony did not only settle on his ears, throat and eyes. It stung his whole body in a specified rhythm. Frodo couldn't prevent the scream that broke through the lump in his throat, the pain of his and Theodore's agreement, trying to hold on for as long as he could, but didn't succeed, the painful screams echoed through the whole house.
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Pippin's eyes fluttered open as the screams reached his ears. Although he was dazed and confused it only took him few seconds to identify the owner of the tormented screams
"Frodo..!" Pippin cried out "Frodo!"
Pippin pulled at the bonds with all his strength. Pulling and twisting but nothing happened. Tears started to form in his eyes as he realized that he wouldn't be any help until someone would release him. "Frodo!" He cried out into the direction that the screams were coming from, but the only responses that he received were the agonized screams.
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