Eighth chapter: The Messengers of Darkness


Faramir and Eowyn had been busy the day before, but now they had the time to come to the citadel and see their friends. It was even before breakfast that Faramir and Pippin embraced happily. It was the same with Merry and Eowyn. Also Legolas and Gimli were glad to see them both. Like the day before, Sam, Frodo and Liliane were greeted last, but very warmly.
Liliane liked Eowyn at once, she was a beautiful woman with a good and brave heart. Merry had been right as he had said that. She also liked Faramir who was as friendly as Frodo had described him.
The steward had come to Minas Tirith with his wife not only because of their friends visits, but also because Aragorn had asked him to come. Faramir and Eowyn had already spent two weeks in the capital when the others arrived.
Aragorn had felt an urgent need to call for support. As he had told also Legolas the day before, there were serious problems occuring. After breakfast he sat together with his steward and the Elf to talk about it.
Bergil already came to see me this morning. Now that hes been a member for about two weeks, the group accepts him now. He attends their meetings regularly and told me today that he noticed some special excitement. When he asked another member about the reason therefore, the answer inquieted him very much. All of a sudden they seem to develop a special plan, something will happen now. Its not only that they meet, now theyre up to something. I sent Bergil to find out more.
Aragorns concern was a group of young men, called The Messengers of Darkness. First it had all been secret, but the members had soon decided to make it all official. They did not fear any authority of the king or someone else. Their authority was something which they regarded taller than everyone else. They didnt care being seen wearing their black clothing. One could easily recognize the members in black from head to toe, mostly in black cloaks. Unlike every other man, they were never unarmed and when Aragorn had first heard of the group, he was worried.
As a just and good king, he could not just go and arrest them all. He wanted to find out about their intentions. They were admirers of evil and the Dark Lord which was not Sauron, but Morgoth. It was said that Morgoth, the root of all evil, talked to them. He seemed to want revenge for the destruction of his deputy in Middle-earth, Sauron. Aragorn didnt know what kind of revenge this would be. He was very troubled. The group grew steadily, some special fascination made many young lads join it out of boredom. Aragorn couldnt understand how they were to admire the evil that had just been destroyed a couple of years before. Many of the boys should even remember the siege and the battle, how could they admire what they once feared?
The group had a leader. Bergil knew his name, but he had never seen him yet. Still Aragorn refused to do something. He feared they were all under a spell and did not act freely.
The only thing he had done up to that day was something secret. When Faramir had arrived, his true guard Beregond had come along with his son Bergil, friend to Pippin, who was now 14 years old. Aragorn had asked the boy to be his spy. At first Beregond had disliked the idea, but Bergil wanted to help his king and joined the group very soon. He had sacrificed a rabbit which had really scared him, but it had to be. Bergil had reported him many news during these two weeks. The group met regularly in secret places, mostly outside the city in old farm buildings or cellars inside the city. Soon Bergil why many joined the group. The leader had promised a good way of teaching them how to fight and so it was. In yards and in the fields in front of the city some of the elder boys taught the younger ones how to swordfight. They were even given their own weapons by the teachers. Some also learned archery and riding. Indeed it was a way how to deal with the boredom some felt. At night they sometimes met for a special ceremony in which they sacrificed beasts.
The night before Bergil had first heard the Dark Lord speaking. It was serious, Aragorn knew that. Morgoth had spoken to them through the leaders deputy, but it had not been the boys voice that had spoken. It had been very creepy, Bergil said.
The boy disliked it all. He knew how to fight since his father and also Lord Faramir had taught him to, so the ideas of the group didnt affect him very much. He found it strange that so many lads were really into the idea of serving the evil powers.
They disregarded the kings authority, did not fear anything since they called him weak and unable to do something. But the number of members grew with every day.
s like a disease around the city. If I only knew what their plan is! Bergil tries to find out, he said, but it may be too late when he knows. Up to this day they have done nothing that affects the safety of our people, but they will. Its only a question of time until their leader will develop ideas of madness. I need Gandalfs advice! But hes not here yet. I dont know when he will arrive. Too late, I fear.
Aragorn, you must find and arrest the leader! At least he does it all freely, thats for sure. Bergil is only a spy and he only reports you the motives and actions amongst the members, but hes one of them - hundreds? Do you know? It will be too late when he knows what they plan now. It is perilous. Theyve done nothing yet, but it was clear that there would something follow. You cant wait for Gandalf! Faramir said. Legolas did not react yet.
How, Faramir? Its of no use arresting them or to try and exorcise it out of them. That would be against my regard of our laws. We must find and destroy the root of it all, the root that is in their minds! We must tell them about the danger theyre in, all our county is in. These lads are the next generation of our people. They must not believe in evil. My authority is useless here. I need Gandalfs help to prevent worse things!
Now Legolas got involved. Aragorn is right. Weapons are useless. Authority is useless. He cannot arrest them all. That would change nothing! Its in their minds. This is the problem we have!
Faramir shrugged. Yes. But you know what evil can do. Evil can kill. You dont know what kind of revenge theyre planning. If they do not respect you as their king, youre in danger. And all your friends are.
Aragorn stared at the opposite wall. Faramir was right, too. But what was he really supposed to do?
t let the others know. Its none of their business. Theyre here on holiday.

Merry and Pippin gaped at her in disbelief as they saw her. Frodo smiled at them cheekily as if he wanted to say: This beautiful person beside me is my wife; but he kept silence.
Sam had his very own plans. He wanted to ask Arwen whether he could also bring his beloved Rosie such a wonderful present, but still he had not dared to ask her.
Liliane looked beautiful, it was a very special sight. Frodo was even a little proud.
The Hobbits had decided to go for a walk through the city. They went down the streets in which people were passing them busily. There was a market on one of the big squares in the fourth ring of the city. Many colourful things were offered: There were tailors and bakers, butchers and smiths, carpenters and other tradesmen, there were fruits and vegetables, cheese and mushrooms, cake and many more rich smelling things. A special attraction for children was one of the carpenter to offer self-made toys.
Younger and elder people were crowding the narrow ways, children were screaming and yelling, some were full of joy and running after their mothers or searching for them desperately. People were chatting and laughing, everyone tried to trade and find the best price, some were even only looking at the offers.
s wonderful, Frodo said. He liked the peaceful atmosphere in the warm wind of early summer, the sun was shining from a blue sky. Pippin was dreaming of some mushrooms when suddenly someone collided with Merry, being full in thoughts.
Sorry, I... the boy began, but then his face brightened up as he saw the Hobbits.
Merry, Pippin! And there are... Sam and Frodo and...?
Pippin raised his head in disbelief and stared at the boy.
Bergil? That cant be you. When have you grown that much?
Bergil laughed. Of course I did. Im not a Hobbit. Its long ago that I was as small as you are! They laughed and Frodo introduced Liliane to the boy.
What books do you have there? Merry asked. Bergil carried some books on his arms and he smiled shyly.
s Sindarin. Im learing the Elvish language as all young boys and girls do who want to. The king offered it to us with special teachers, just imagine!
Frodo looked at the books curiously. There was something written in Tengwar on them.
I also learned a litte Elvish, my uncle taught me. Im sure you already know more than I ever did! Its wonderful.
Oh, little Master Frodo, it would be an honour to me to... well, we could learn together if you like to! Bergils eyes were lighted by joy as he thought of that.
Of course! Frodo said. d very much like to do so!
Well, then... I have to hurry now, Dad still needs some things from the market and afterwards I have my lessons. But we might meet tomorrow... lets say... in front of the gates, two hours after noon?
Bergil had to consider his plans for the next day. At noon there was a meeting of the Messengers outside the city which he had to attend, he must find out about the plan they were all speaking of.
You are all invited to come to where my Dad and I live now. We came from Ithilien with the Lord Faramir.
The Hobbits agreed. Pippin was glad to see his friend of old again.
They spent a wonderful day in the city. From above they could see the Anduin flowing like a ribbon of silver, cutting the lands gently. Not so far from the city there were the ruins of Osgiliath which Aragorn intended to rebuild. Farmers were on the fields below the magnificent city.
It was all so huge, but the Hobbits didnt feel lost at all. Yet there was a surprise waiting for them when they returned to the citadel in the evening before dinner. They entered the hall in which dinner would be served and Frodo exclaimed:
The wizard who was speaking to his friends turned about and was glad to see the Hobbits again.
There you are again, the five little ones still missing. You all look as if you were happy. Did you pass a good day?
They nodded. Soon they sat down at the table and began to eat. They were all delighted to finally see Gandalf. The wizard insisted that he was not too late, but they didnt believe him this time.
Later when they went to sleep, Frodo yawned loudly and let himself fall onto the soft bed.
Ah... sleep. That will be so good now. Im tired!
Liliane looked at him thoughtfully as she changed her clothes, carefully lying the wonderful dress aside. Should she... she had been waiting all day for a special occasion to tell him about the good news, but there had been no opportunity.
Frodo was quicker this time. He was already lying in bed with his eyes closed as she followed. He only managed to put his arm around her, leaning on her shoulder sleepily, then he felt taken by dreams already.
Liliane took a deep breath already. For some minutes she considered the different possibilities of how to tell him. Finally she had decided how to say it.

He didnt answer. His breath had become regular and quiet.
Are you asleep?
He was. He did not react, not even as she laid her hand on his.
No, she wouldnt wake him up. She would wait.

Frodo and Sam were sitting on a wall in the citadel and Sam was chewing on a blade of grass thoughtfully. Merry and Pippin were still eating.
Suddenly Liliane approached them from behind. They heard her steps.
What are you waiting for? The two gluttons?
Frodo shook his head slowly. Well, I was waiting for a special person who was still lying in bed when we had breakfast... how do you feel, dear?
Liliane shrugged. Better. You know it passes sometime.
She did not sit down beside them because she didnt want her dress to get dirty. It was much too precious to her.
Sam looked at her curiously, but she answered his gaze in a way which told him that she hadnt yet spoken to Frodo. He shrugged. He knew it!
re here! Merry called from behind.
Great. So were ready to leave now? Sam asked and rose.
, Pippin said. They left the citadel which Aragorn and Gandalf observed while talking about the Messengers of Darkness.
The Hobbits walked down to the gates, but surprisingly Merry waved goodbye and left them, vanishing into another street.
s he going? Frodo asked and Pippin answered: He said he would like to see Eowyn. I dont know where she is!
Together they walked on, having a cheerful conversation. Pippin was very excited about meeting Bergil again and Frodo tried to remember some phrases in Sindarin which he would be able to use when he was to speak with Bergil. He liked the idea of the young Gondorian boy learning the Elvish language.
s such a wonderful city, Liliane said who gazed at everything in amazement. It was all so huge and the buildings had their own beauty which she had never expected to find. Frodo smiled. He had laid his arm around her shoulders and felt very happy.
The four Hobbits were still on their way to the gates when suddenly the noise of hooves was to be heard behind, but when they turned, they were passed by two quickly galloping horses. Their riders were all clad in black clothes and Sam made a face since they didnt pay enough attention to the small Hobbits. In fact they didnt even look at them.
When they passed the huge gate, they were aware of even more riders on the fields. People were busy with the crop and there were many of them working everywhere the Hobbits looked. It was all crowded and seemed to be very peaceful.
Where is he? Pippin asked and searched for Bergil, but none of the Hobbits could find him.

Bergil hurried to the citadel breathlessly. He could not believe what he had just heard. He had to talk to the king now! If he only wasnt too late... maybe the Hobbits hadnt left the citadel yet, the meeting had been short. Short and terrifying.
He feared that he would explode, his heart was beating so fast and he took two steps at once while climbing the stairs. The guards didnt let him pass first, but he was so excited that he stammered: Grave danger... talk to the king! Please!
Bergil was given way and he ran down the hallway in bright sunlight, but he didnt see it. Before his eyes it was all dark and frightening.
My Lord... my Lord! My Lord, I... I have... I... he called so loudly that a door behind him was opened and Aragorn stepped out.
Bergil! Are you looking for me?
King Elessar, I... I have to warn you! The Messengers...
Aragorn came close, pulled the boy by the shoulder, both they walked into the room and Aragorn closed the door.
What do you know? he asked Bergil.
My Lord, your friends... the Hobbits who just arrived... the Messengers found out. They know that one of them is the Ringbearer and they also know that his wife is with him. They want to abduct them both, they will take revenge for Frodos deed, theyll kill him!
Aragorn was petrified and stiffened when he heard these words. He should have guessed!
Bergil, what else do you know?
It was a special meeting, I had wanted to meet the Hobbits afterwards at the gates. At noon we met and the deputy leader announced that they were about to abduct Frodo and his wife! I dont know when and how, but I fear it will be very soon... have the Hobbits left the citadel? Are they gone?
Bergil stared at his king who leaned back on the wall, closing his eyes. He should have known! Of course the Messengers of Darkness would take revenge on the Ringbearer...
Yes, they left half an hour ago, theyre gone... he answered. Both of them stood like paralyzed and Aragorn took a deep breath.
I will send my guards to the gates now. We have to prevent that! But - do you know why they want Liliane?
Bergil shook his head. No... they spoke of them both, no one else, but they announced to kill Frodo in an act of... they want to sacrifice him. The Dark Lord wants his blood.
Aragorn opened the door at once and called for the leader of the royal guards, giving some commands. Immediately the man left to take some men and get to the gates, but all of a sudden they were all startled by a fierce cry from the yard.
Bergil and Aragorn gaped down and it felt like a blow to Aragorn as he saw them.

Sam regarded the riders sceptically. They had so many huge horses and every one of them wore these black cloaks which made them look quite untrustful - so the little gardner thought.
Beside them there was a group of young men, maybe about 20 years old, with no horses.
Pippin called, still trying to find his friend.
Now hes grown so much and still I dont find him! he said and shrugged.
Liliane and Frodo still stood together and she leaned on him, observing the people doing their work.
s such a nice day, isnt it? she asked and Frodo nodded. He glanced at Sam who was still looking for the young men who were approaching them now. The riders remained, but the others came near.
Strange, he thought. Still he didnt like their appearance.
Now Im fed up with that, Pippin said and also noticed the group coming closer.
ll ask those lads for Bergil.
Wait, Ill go for you. Just keep looking for Bergil, Sam offered and went towards the group. He wanted to see them from a closer distance. Hadnt he seen one of them before?
He heard them whisper. Then suddenly one of them pointed at his friends and Sam asked, frowning: Could you please..., but he was interrupted by some man commanding in a harsh tone: Go and get them now! You know which ones!
In the nick of a second Sam turned and ran, immediately fearing the worst, and yelled: Run! Youre in danger, Frodo!
Frodo had been speaking to Liliane when he suddenly noticed Sam running back to them and screaming in excitement. Liliane was also startled by his fervent cry, but then they realized what Sam had meant. Behind him some men had begun to run and were also approaching them, nearly catching up with Sam.
No... what... Frodo began, but he knew they had no chance. The group of young men was faster than Sam, they already overtook him - and their way to the gates was too long.
What the... muttered Pippin, also being sure of the uselessness of an attempt to escape.
They were in danger.
Run, dammit, go for help! Sam screamed and Pippin just reacted when the first boys had reached the Hobbits who stood like paralyzed. Slowly Frodo stepped forward to protect Liliane behind his back and held his breath.
Sam and the boys reached the two of them together and then a lad grabbed Sam and hissed sharply: You will not make a single move and no harm will be done to you!
Frodo felt his heart beating faster. Still he wanted to run, but there was no hope in that.
The lads had drawn their swords and began to surround the three hobbits. Liliane said nothing, but clasped Frodos shirt while standing behind him which made him turn and put his arms around her in a protective gesture - all in vain.
Sam cursed the fact that he had no weapon. Neither he nor Frodo had a sword. With bare hands they stood in the middle of the enemies which were encircling them. It was threatening. Nobody said a word until a command was shouted from behind: What are you waiting for? Theyre in your hands!
What do you want? screamed Frodo and pulled Liliane closer who began to tremble, facing all the grim looking lads with the long swords.
You wanna know what we want? Its you that we want! Couldnt have guessed that, halfling?
Frodo swallowed hard. Of course he had guessed. But he was not alone.
Then let them go. Its neither Sams nor Lilianes business! he insisted, but it was useless.
s the business of all of you - but youre right, we dont need him. Still we need your wife! one of the boys replied with a deep voice which made Sam creep.
Leave my master! he cried, but his attempt to struggle failed. He was not let go.
Liliane was trembling all over. It made Frodo feel so helpless when he felt that.
s nothing to do with it! he shouted which didnt impress the lads at all.
Bind them, one of them commanded and then Sam came free. He could not bear hearing that.
Leave them! he cried and tried to defend Frodo and Liliane. Frodo stared grimly at the boys, but they didnt care. Two grabbed him, two more boys pulled Liliane away and she began to scream in terror.
Let me go! she begged.
Sam cried and attacked the lads with his bare fists which made one of them take a rock from the ground and hit Sams head. At once he was silent and fell to the ground unconsciously.
Sam! No! Frodo exclaimed in shock. There had been a horrible cracking noise and his heart had stopped beating for a moment when he had seen the blood in Sams curls. Was he dead?
Panic rose inside of him.
Then he shouted at the boys in rage although they took some rope and bound his wrists. He could do nothing about that.
Liliane cried and Frodo turned. He was aware of the tears in her eyes and yelled wrathfully, telling the boys to let her go, but no one cared about that.
You murderers! You cant do that! he screamed and felt fear taking hold of him.

His voice was barely a whisper, but she heard it. She struggled as she was bound, but it came worse.
She could not reach him although she tried to, she was full of agony, but then someone held her unyieldingly and gagged her tightly with some cloth.
Release her! Frodo pleaded, then also being gagged and, like her, taken on a horse of the approaching riders which immediately hurried to get away.

Pippin didnt dare to turn about at first, but then he did so though when he reached the gates. He saw his friends being encircled and threatened.
The guards near the gates didnt notice what was happening and Pippin looked all about in despair. Suddenly he perceived two figures coming closer and he recognized Merry and Eowyn.
Pippin! We had the idea to follow... Merry began, but then he trailed off as he saw how excited his cousin was.
Quick, come on, out there... he stammered and ran back. Merry and Eowyn followed him.
But they were too late. They only saw the horses galloping and hurrying away.
Pippin cried and ran forth. Merry was startled when he saw someone lying in the grass movelessly.
he cried out and followed Pippin. Eowyn came next.
Bastards! Filthy little ruffians of... Pippin shouted, passing Sam without even looking. He tried to persecute the group. It was hopeless.
he murmured and sank down sobbing.
Sam, you... Merry cried and knelt down beside his friend. Eowyn helped him to turn Sam on his back. They saw blood in the Hobbits blond curls. His face was pale and he didnt move. Merry held his hand over Sams nose.
He was still breathing, he felt it. Carefully he lifted him up and took him in his arms. Eowyn helped him and took Sam on her arms who remained lying like dead. She shook her head in disbelief.
What was that? she asked and both they went over to Pippin who was sobbing in despair.
Merry wished he had a long sword and Shadowfax - he was sure he would catch up with them and... and what?
Pippin cried and hid his face in his hands. He had left them all alone. Why had he run away?
What happened? Merry asked in a grumbling tone and laid his arms about his cousin who clutched him sadly.
We... we were standing here, looking... looking for Bergil, he said sobbing. Then these lads came, took their swords and... and he told me to run for help, so I left Sam with Frodo and Liliane... they... they took them!
Merry stiffened.
Why would anyone do that? he muttered and looked up to Eowyn who was still holding Sam in her arms.
I wish I knew, Merry. But I am sure Faramir and Aragorn can tell us. They... they may have a suspicion.
She didnt want to speak of it already, but she had heard of the Messengers of Darkness and to her it was clear that these lads belonged to them.
So they returned to the city. They had no choice. Eowyn carried Sam all the way up to the citadel. Merry supported his cousin who was still desperately sobbing.
When they reached the citadel, Merry said: Aragorn will know what to do. No harm will be done.
Pippin cried out loudly. This was what Bergil and Aragorn had heard.
Eowyn stood with Sam lying in her arms unconsciously as they glanced down, Merry and Pippin were beside her - and Sam seemed to be hurt.
Sam was hurt. And Frodo was gone. Frodo and Liliane were not with them.
Where are Frodo and Liliane? called Aragorn, but when his his little friends down in the yard perceived his words, Pippin cried out again and went to his knees.
Aragorn whispered and ran down the stairs, followed by Bergil. Eowyn and the Hobbits came towards them.
cried Aragorn as he saw the bloody curls of the Hobbit.
s alive, but he was hurt as he tried to protect Frodo and Liliane. They took them and escaped with them.
Eowyns voice was quavering as she spoke so. Pippins face was wet from tears.
Aragorn made a fist and tried to suppress his ander and despair, but he cried out in rage and looked at Eowyn.
They are doomed to die if we dont help them. We have to find them!
What are we to do then? asked Merry. Bergil stepped beside Pippin who hid his face at the boys chest.
He blamed it on himself, he should have waited, he should have stayed and defended them.
Bergil looked at his king.
My Lord, please will you allow me to go and help them? The group takes me as a member. I can come close to Frodo and Liliane to protect them.
Aragorn shrugged helplessly and looked at Sam. The Hobbits breath was weak and slow, but he was alive.
You have to take him to the Houses of Healing. He needs help, Im his friend, I should have cared for every one of you. But I did not reckon my people to intend such acts of cruelty!
He continued telling the guards leader to get a group of men to search for the Hobbits. Merry and Pippin wanted to be a part of the group, but Aragorn did not let them go yet.
Wait. Well go later.
Then he turned to Bergil again when Eowyn had left with Sam.
You must not let the Messengers find out about who you are. Protect the Hobbits, but dont risk anything. Trust in us, we will come to your aid. It might be impossible for you to escape with them, so dont try. Leave traces and try to hinder the group from doing them any harm. Take care, Bergil.
Bergil turned and ran. He had to try and find a member, then follow the ones who had the Hobbits in their hands.
While hurrying down the streets, he grabbed the hilt of his sword tightly and grew very determined. He would try everything!

When he looked all about, unable to see clearly at first because of fright, he counted a big number of riders. Some were not older than Bergil although most of them werent as young. Their faces showed no feelings, looking determined though. No one cared about him or Liliane, they only galloped as fast as possible, always seeking for people to follow them.
There were none.
Frodo fought hard to breathe. His gag was very tight, neither could he move himself. The rider pressed Frodo close to him in order not to lose him. Frodo knew it was useless to try and defend himself.
He closed his eyes, trembling all over. Where did they take Liliane and him? What were they up to?
Did he want to know?
They had planned it and he was the one that they wanted. But why did they want Liliane?
He tried to find her, but he couldnt. She was out of his sight, trying to find him herself, but she couldnt. Her gaze was blurred from tears. She thought of Sam, like Frodo, and was full of panic when she thought of the cruelty that the boys had showed. Sam had been knocked down very brutally and hard.
Her tears were dripping onto the hand of the boy who grabbed her tightly. He grinned as he saw her weeping silently, but said nothing.
She felt so terribly small. These lads were evil, she felt it. They did not care about the fear of the small Hobbits amongst them, trying feverishly to think and find out about their intentions to do that.
Frodo thought of Sam in grief. What if he had died? All the blood... It tore him inside. He hoped Pippin would come and help Sam. At least Sam... he couldnt hope for help.
His shoulders got cramped. He didnt want that to happen, but he could do nothing about it.
He didnt know how long they had been riding when they reached an old building in the middle of the forest. He was taken off the horse and forced to walk on, heading for the buildings door. Then Liliane was suddenly beside him, looking at him full of fear. Frodo bit his lip.
Darkness took them as they entered the building. Signs were written on the walls along the narrow hallway. The darkness was only lighted by a few torches and candles, shadows were all about.
Liliane was pushed beside Frodo who then looked at her and came a little closer so that she could feel him near. There was nothing else he could do assure her that she was not alone, maybe even to give her the feeling of a little safety - but there were tears in her eyes, so it was all useless.
He knew how she felt, the gloomy light of the flickering candles and the armed young men all about let her fear grow and Frodo himself was also afraid of them, but he must not let anyone know. Liliane needed him. She had never experienced something like that before, but he had and after all it was his fault. Because of him both of them had been abducted and he felt terrible because of that.
He was sure that harm was to be done - but he was not sure that it was only him, the Ringbearer, who was in danger.
He had to try and protect her.
Look at who we have here!
The Hobbits were startled by the dark and threatening voice of a man which separated from the darkness at once. He seemed to be the leader of the group, he was a little older and he wore jewelery which all the others didnt. But he also had the same determined expression on his face, an expression of hatred and cruelty.
He heard Liliane beside him taking a deep breath as the man came nearer. Frodo didnt move, although Liliane was trembling in terror when the man reached out his hand, but he only pulled down Frodos gag and said: A beautiful wife you have. But tell me, did you really think it would all be over? It is not. The Dark Lord wants his revenge!
Frodo gazed at the man and swallowed, but then replied: s none of her business, so let her go! I am the Ringbearer, take me, but release her!
The man just laughed and Liliane cried out, but her scream was choked by her gag. Some of the boys grinned viciously and Frodo called: Take away the cloth! Dont you see that shes afraid?
, the man said, and she should be. But I wont care if she screams. Out there is no one to hear you both, Frodo Baggins. Indeed you have only nine fingers, a sign which you will never be able to change again!
He grabbed Frodos bound hands and regarded the scar. Still Frodo didnt move, but his breath went harder until the leader released him again.
Then the man turned to Liliane and also took down her gag. Her eyes widened which made him smile. He felt no pity for the fear of the halflings.
You should both be afraid, little ones. But I will not release her. She is guilty the way you are because she is your wife! Does she love you? Does she know of your sins? And dont we have to fear that she could once bear the Ringbearers child?
Lilianes face went pale when he heard him speak, but she also immediately thought of the baby she was expecting. They must never find out! And still she had not told Frodo that he would be a father. Maybe it was better right now.
But these were my deeds! Why do you accuse her of being guilty? She is not! shouted Frodo and swallowed hard. But then the leader said what he himself thought, too.
t you share your love? Are you not close to each other? How can she be innocent having affection for the one who destroyed our masterful leader? Your guilt is her guilt and its your fault, Ringbearer, you are responsible for that. We must not let her go again. She will have to pay the way you do!
No! What are you up to? What do you want? Frodo asked, he was nearly screaming. Liliane was petrified hearing what cruel intentions the group might have - but it came worse.
You, Frodo Baggins, will be sacrificed in two days time. Our lord Melkor wants your blood and ordered the death penalty. You will die!
Liliane was startled even more than Frodo, her voice was barely a whisper when she said
Frodo raised his hands to place them on her arm, maybe this could ease her panic. But he felt himself how the cold fingers of agony touched him.
Showing no feelings, the man continued.
So your wife will never be able to give birth to a child of yours - but our Lord might want to make use of her once youre dead!
Frodo screamed. Liliane felt how she got cramped all over. She knew what the leader had spoken of. And it terrified her to death.
Liliane... they will not harm you, they won Frodo whispered quietly and looked at her, perceiving the tears streaming down her cheeks and he felt so helpless.
t do that to her. You cant! Who are you to intend such things? he asked, his voice quavering.
I am Gordir, the leader of the chosen group, embassadors of Melkor. We are the Messengers of Darkness!
Frodo held his breath. Melkor, the root of evil. And they were in the hands of his servants.
Take them over there and leave them. We will first have to wait for the others, Gordir commanded. Two boys came to take the Hobbits to a corner where they had to sit down, but Frodo did not do so.
Cut my bonds! he demanded, turning to Gordir who looked at him in surprise.
Why should I? How can you dare to claim that, Ringbearer?
I will not abuse my freedom. Its just to comfort her. Please.
Gordir looked at Liliane who was cowering behind Frodo, sobbing loudly, and he realized that he could avoid further problems by giving in.
Stick to your words, halfling, he said, pulled out a dagger and cut the ropes around Frodos wrists.
Immediately the Hobbit sat down beside Liliane, pulled her close and took her on his lap, assuringly stroking her head.
m with you, dear, dont cry, he whispered and kissed her wet cheek. Liliane leaned on him and hid in his protective embrace.
She was still weeping for a while in which Frodo was rocking her softly and trying to give her some comfort when he had none himself. He knew that they were in immense danger. And it was his fault.
All of a sudden Liliane whispered, barely audiable: Why, Frodo?
I... I dont know why. But trust in the others, our friends will find and help us!
Frodo saw that most of the lads had left the room, there were only guards left at the entrance, and he considered taking away her fetters, but he didnt dare to.
she began. Listen. I have to tell you something.
Liliane had considered telling him now. Once she had to. She could not be sure when there was the next chance to confess - if there would ever be one. And they should not die before she had told him.
Frodo turned to her and wiped away her tears.

ll be a father. Im having a child, Frodo.
Still she looked at him and saw how his eyes grew wide, but suddenly he smiled and began:
He could not speak farther. He was lacking words, but finally he found some.
You mean youre pregnant? Really?
Yes... I am. But they must not find out! I had wanted to tell you before, but...
Still she was interrupted by sobs and Frodo stroked her head soothingly.
t mind, dear. And dont be afraid. Its so wonderful... we will get out of here and... be a family.
He closed his eyes. She rested her head on his chest and he was rocking her a little. He removed the cloths that still hung about their necks and sighed.
No, they must not find out. He was not entirely sure in what danger Liliane would be if they got to know, but it would be the worst. Still Frodo could not really understand why she had to suffer like that, but it was also his fault. He would never had the idea that anybody could regard someone else apart from him as responsible for his own deeds.
They were insane. But from their point of view their reasons were right.
Liliane was close to him indeed. She was the light in his life and nearly knew everything of him and his life. And they shared their love. He had just learned about the most obvious proof for that.
He could not be happy about that in this situation. She was in danger because of her love to him and he didnt dare to imagine what would happen if these brutes got to know that Liliane was expecting a child.
It was already too late for them preventing the Ringbearer to be a father. But maybe they wanted to do something about that. Maybe it would doom her to die just to be the mother of his child.
He closed his eyes tightly and fought hard to bite the tears back. First he noticed that he was biting his lip when he felt the growing pain resulting from that, but it had taken a while.
Meanwhile Liliane had calmed down. Frodo stared at the ceiling of the little chamber they found themselves in and hated himself so much.
It is all my fault. His voice was barely a whisper, but she heard him.
No, Frodo, its not. You cant do anything about their ill-disposed opinion towards you. You did nothing wrong destroying the Ring! They think so, but theyre wrong.
She had raised her head and looked at him with eyes shining from tears. Frodo was trembling at once.
It is my fault, Liliane. Youre in this situation because of me. You are suffering because of your love to me. Your life is in danger. They will harm you simply because youre my wife and I fear that Ill be unable to protect you...
He went through his hair and grabbed it tightly.
No! Are you the one who took me captive? Youre not. Its them. And I dont blame anything on you.
She lifted her hands and stroked his chest. Frodo covered her bound hands with his and pulled her even closer then.
But I promise to you: If there will be a way to get you out of here, I will take care that you can escape. Youve nothing to do with all that. He said it in a very determined way and he meant what he said, but Liliane shook her head.
m not more innocent than you are. Youre a part of me as I am a part of you. I do not deny that Im scared to death, but theres nothing we can do about that. We must wait and trust in our friends. You must have hope! Maybe nothing bad will happen to us.
Frodo laughed bitterly. Hope. Hope was exactly what he didnt have. They had hurt Sam for no reason. Maybe he was dead. What were people supposed to tell Rosie and the children? Sam had died protecting him, but still he had died in vain since he was taken captive, sitting in a corner, unable to protect his family.
If only Sam had not died... the blow had been so hard. And the blood...
m so thirsty, Frodo...
He looked at her and considered his options for a minute. He had no choice but to ask for some water. Still he had to be very careful not to offend anyone.
May... may we have some water? Please, we need some! he said with his voice choked by terror. They were so much taller, there were three of them with long, sharp-bladed swords, clad in black from head to feet which left a very threatening impression.
They had heard him and looked at the two Hobbits. Frodo didnt like the feeling of being so helpless. He rose and then stood in front of Liliane.
The three lads entered the room, but they took no water with them at all. Frodo held his breath. He had feared something like that.
You need water? one of them asked. Daugamir, Maethor, shall we let them have some?
The one whom Frodo reckoned to be Daugamir answered: Not yet, Gurtor. First we might have a little conversation, now that Frodo Baggins speaks to us.
Frodo made a fist and glared at them gloomily. He didnt like the direction where it all was heading to.
What do you want? he asked. Gurtor laughed.
You heard my friend. We want to have a little fun!
Liliane backed away as far as she could, but it didnt really help. She was the one to attract Daugamirs attention.
What kind of fun would we like to have, guys? he asked, turning to the others. They came closer, all three of them and Frodo focused on their actions, but still he reacted too late when Daugamir leaped beside him, grabbed Lilianes hands and dragged her up.
Leave her! Frodo shouted in wrath and took a step forward, but still Daugamir didnt really do something.
Guys, aint that someting special? Now look at this halfling. Its hard to believe that someone so small is a woman, but look... I guess she is...
Leave my wife! Frodo exclaimed as he saw Daugamir reaching out his hand towards Liliane. With his other hand he held her bound hands and then pushed her against the wall.
With this fervent cry Frodo attacked Daugamir from the side and pushed him aside. Daugamir hit the wall and stared at the Hobbit full of hatred.
Filthy little rat of a halfling! But if youd like to, you may watch as I continue our conversation with your little wife...
Frodo lost control. The other boys had just been looking at them, but now that Frodo jumped in Daugamirs direction to protect Liliane, they decided to get involved.
Frodo, no! Dont... they will hurt you! Liliane screamed in panic and backed away again. While throwing himself against Daugamir, Frodo looked at her in a determined manner and replied, gasping: d like them better to hurt me than you!
But Daugamir had expected Frodo to attack him and he was prepared. He grabbed him and threw him against the wall with enormous power. The air escaped from Frodos lungs as he hit the wall backwards.
Daugamir put his arm on Frodos chest and pushed him against the wall. Frodo couldnt move.
You like trouble, Ringbearer?
You will not touch her! Frodo shouted, but this only made Gurtor and Maethor approach Liliane. She could not suppress a cry of agony.
Frodo kicked his opponent in the shin and hit his stomach with his fists. Daugamir let go of him for a second and then Maethor joined him in his fight against Frodo who was in rage. Meanwhile Gurtor grabbed Lilianes hands and with his other hand he stroked her curls.
She felt panic growing inside. Gurtor looked at her from head to toe.
Indeed a woman, but so small - how would you like meeting a real man? he muttered with a scornful glance to Frodo.
No! Leave me!
Frodo heard her scream while he went to his knees. Maethor had landed his fist in his stomach and Daugamir grabbed Frodos curls, made him look upwards in their faces and then Frodo felt how a vicious blow hit the left side of his face.
Gasping he opened his eyes again or at least tried to. A throbbing pain made him close his left eye again. Another blow hit him and this time he felt his warm blood on his lips. It tasted metal-like which made him hold his breath. He felt sick from that.
Liliane cried out as she saw him hitting the ground. Gurtor had laid his hand on her throat and she didnt move though she knew what was to come next. She stood like paralyzed.
she screamed and Frodo gaped at her just for a second before he felt hard kicks aimed on him. He could not breathe. But it came even worse when Daugamir went to get a stick. When he lifted it high above his head, Frodo raised his arms to protect his head from the blows that hit him in a burning pain.
They were all startled by Lilianes fierce cry as she witnessed it. She perceived the first red weals on Frodos arms, blood was running down his cheek from his eyebrow and he could not rise. The lads were aiming their anger at him, the Ringbearer whom they only met with hatred.
He felt another kick in his ribs. He could not breathe. But through all the pain that resulted from their blows, he looked in the direction where Liliane stood behind Gurtor. The boy didnt even care about what was going on behind his back. Still he stared at Liliane in wonder, asking himself what he was to do, now that he had the chance to do everything he wanted.
She was trembling all over. Agony wholly took her. Frodo was beaten up badly and she would get to know the violence herself. The tall boy in front of her frightened her terribly. Indeed he could do all that he wanted to.
Frodo felt so helpless and coughed. The gnawing pain made it impossible for him to move, but he had to.
he cried and heard her crying for help.
She could not stand the young man looking at her with his eyes showing alle the ideas he had in mind. Liliane was scared stiff. But when Gurtor finally decided to let his hand go deeper, he suddenly felt a hand grabbing his shoulder. With immense power he was turned about and felt a hard fist crashing down on his nose.
, he murmured when he opened his eyes again, ignoring the sharp pain in his nose.
Who do you think you are? roared the deputy of the groups leader. His voice was so loud that even the two boys attacking Frodo stopped and turned around.
In the door Liliane saw Gordir standing with his arms crossed before his chest. He was only watching the actions, but he hard ordered Ortherion to end the violence for now.
Frodo gasped as he perceived the two young men. Why did they stop the others?
All went silent for a moment, but then Ortherion explained: You dirty little bastard think you could ignore Gordirs commands? Didnt he tell all of us not to be violent towards the halflings yet? Was there trouble? Answer!
N-no... not really, Gurtor said. Ortherions face went even grimmer.
So why, tell me, do you think you might touch the Ringbearers wife? There is only one to have her and that is not you, filthy rat!
When Frodo heard the deputy speaking like that, he slowly rose and looked at Liliane. What was he speaking of? Did they really intend to hurt her later?
His heart was beating fast and his knees were weak when he managed to stand up again. Liliane was petrified when she saw him like that. His shirt was torn in some spots, there was blood in his face - running down from his eyebrow and his lips and his eye was swollen. But the worst were the red weals on both his arms where he had been hit by the stick.
Why did you attack them? Ortherion asked.
They... eh... the Ringbearer asked for water...
Let him have some, Gordir ordered from the door. He had been listening attentively.
We still need them. And to make it clear now: He is only to be hurt if he does something hed better leave. No attempts to escape or something like that, he may be punished then - and she is to be left unspoiled until we reach our headquarters! Or will you turn our Lords wrath upon you?
The lads all shook their heads. Ortherion kicked Gurtor roughly towards the door and followed to get some water for the Hobbits. And some rope.
Liliane had hurried to Frodo, still trembling all over, and wiped away the blood in his face with the sleeve of her dress.
Yet Frodo was breathing hard and did not turn his gaze from Gordir who answered it. Then he took her hands and shook his head.
s alright. Im fine... as long as youre not hurt! he whispered and carefully embraced her. He gritted his teeth when she pressed herself close to him in despair. His bruised ribs were aching terribly.
Take it, Ortherion said when he approached them with the bottle of water. Frodo let Liliane drink first and then took a little water himself. Ortherion stood beside them, waiting patiently. He was stunned by Frodos selfless courage for a moment, but then planted up before him.
ll be bound again. That will prevent further trouble.
Sighing Frodo raised his arms and let the deputy do as he had been ordered to. He did not need further trouble right now - he was sure that he would be bound the one way or the other.
Lilianes pleading glance made him feel very uncomfortable about it all, but when Ortherion had finished and left them, the two of them sat down and did not stir when Gordir approached them.
This time I believe you that you were not the reason for this, Frodo Baggins. Let it be a warning for you not to provoke further attacks. You have seen now how violent they are - all of us are. You will find out earlier as youd like to.
Frodo did not answer and Gordir left them. Just as he had left the room and locked the door, Liliane began to weep loudly and Frodo cursed his bonds. Still he managed to put his arms around her somehow, but soon he could not feel his hands anymore. He didnt care as long as Liliane found comfort in his embrace.
Her tears were wetting his shirt. Still he felt the throbbing pain from his wounds and glared at the weals bitterly. The blows had been so hard that his arms nearly could have been broken.
But nothing had happened to her. Liliane was sobbing convulsively though. Frodo felt her excruciating agony himself - but he had seen what he had been able to do.
Their friends must take them out of there. They had to...