Twelfth chapter: The showdown


Do so. Magor deserves nothing less! And I hope youll find that bastard and kill him! Gordir shouted. Some of the groups members took care that Magor who had suffered a painful death found his peace. There was not much time left, so they piled up some wood to burn him.
Frodo looked at the leader wordlessly. He had taken Liliane in his embrace and felt her breathing hard. She was terrified, scared to death.
Frodo knew that Gordir was thinking of Bergil. Although he must not lose time, Gordir wanted to take revenge on the spy. And Bergil had killed someone in order to defend himself. He was gone. And it was good. Hed be dead if he hadnt left them.
Once the fire was burning, Gordir rose and went up to the Hobbits. Frodo did not take his eyes off him.
ll be carried by Ortherion, Ive seen that you cant walk. Well done, halfling. Now you cant escape either! Gordir said, grinning in amusement. Frodo narrowed his eyes.
Wait until Bergil finds help, wait for the king to arrive! Youve seen him today. Hes not far and he will not tolerate your deeds! Frodo replied angrily. He did not fear the leader. Not yet.
re too cheeky, Frodo Baggins. What would you say if I told you that I was the new guard to care for your wife?
Frodo went pale at once and shook his head.
N-no. You wont. Never! he replied and rose. Liliane turned her head slowly to look at Gordir. As she saw his expression, she knew it was true.
Yes, I am. I will take care myself now. We know now that this would be better! And tell me, Ringbearer, where was the king? I only saw an Elf and a dwarf, Gandalf the wizard, Lord Faramir and two of your little friends, but... you dont want to make me believe that this Ranger, wearing rags, was King Elessar?
Frodo shrugged. He was a Ranger once. These were his clothes. It was Aragorn Elessar, King of Gondor.
Gordir looked at him in amazement. He had heard of the kings past as a Ranger, but he had never reckoned... he was searching for them himself! And when he considered those who he had seen, he felt uncomfortable for a short moment, but then he smiled. They had not come to help their friends, for they had not seen them!
Great friends you have. They were so close and left you behind! Wonderful, he said sarcastically. Frodo took a deep breath.
You dont know Elessars silent anger. But you will get to know!
Gordir shrugged and did not answer, but he even came closer and grabbed Frodos hands, lifting his arms up. Frodo tried to pull them down again, but Gordir was stronger and then it was easy for him to separate the Hobbits.
Liliane screamed in terror as she felt Gordirs arms around her shoulders. Frodo wanted to come to her aid, but suddenly he was taken by Ortherion and lifted up.
the deputy leader said, grinning broadly, then he managed to take the Hobbit on his shoulders, covering his feet with one arm and his arms with the other. Frodo struggled to get free, but Ortherion didnt even react.
They walked on. Gordir was pushing Liliane forward, holding her tight in his unyielding grasp. Ortherion walked next to them and Frodo, still lying on the boys strong shoulders, managed to look at Liliane. He was shocked.
Never before he had seen her like that. There were an empty sadness, despair and agony in her eyes and she just stared down on the ground movelessly. She only walked because Gordir forced her to.
There was dirt in her face, washed away by tears in some spots. Frodo wanted to comfort her, but he couldnt.
And it came worse. Suddenly Frodo was aware by the dark clouds above their heads. The sunlight faded and unexpectedly they heard far thunder roaring.
At once Liliane raised her head, looking up to the sky. She froze and then gazed at Frodo in dismay. He smiled a little, trying to cheer her up and encourage her, but he knew it was useless.
Her heart was beating faster. Liliane tried not to panic, but it became harder and harder. She was scared already - how should she bear being out at a thunderstorm?
She tried to be brave. She fought hard to be. But the storm drew nearer, flashes tore the gloomy light and suddenly the rain began to pour down.
Gordir noticed her fear, but he didnt know where it came from. He had no idea there was a special reason for it. She was trembling all over and weeping silently which nobody saw, she tried not to panic...
Easy, dear, Frodo said, giving her a warm smile. Liliane swallowed hard. Frodo noticed in what state she was.
Let me down, he demanded. Ortherion turned his face sidewards to look at him, then he laughed at him and said: Why should I? Its a simple thunderstorm. Shell have to endure many more things!
Gordir looked at Frodo, but said nothing. He would see where this led to.
They walked on. Frodo was shifting uneasily, hearing Liliane sobbing and suddenly pleading: Make it stop, please make it stop...
Let me down, please! Frodo asked and she looked at him, smiling through tears. Still Ortherion didnt move.
It will stop when its over, Gordir said, holding her tight and showing no reaction.
But when suddenly a loud thunder raged above, Liliane cried out and stopped. No matter how Gordir tried to make her walk again, she didnt, she fought to get free, she was panicking.
I will calm her down! Will you not let me? Frodo screamed angrily. s horrified at thunderstorms, dont you see that? She will neither walk on nor stop screaming if you dont let me down to talk to her!
Ortherion looked at Gordir, but the leader shook his head mercilessly.
No. You will stay where you are. No break. But tell me, why does she behave like that?
Still she was sobbing loudly and wincing in fear when there was more lightning.
s the remembrance, Frodo said. s been like that since I know her. She doesnt pretend that, its always the same! But I can comfort her!
He did not like the idea of telling Gordir which remembrance he spoke of, but the leader didnt ask either. He looked at the two Hobbits, taking a minute to consider the situation, but when Liliane cried out again at another roaring thunder, he turned her about and made her look up to him.
What are you trying to do here? What game do you play? You will walk on and you will be quiet again! he demanded. Her only answer was loud sobbing and she nearly screamed.
Well, I have no choice, Gordir said, putting his hand into his pocket.
Frodo cried. No, leave her, it will pass once the storm is over! Shell be fine... why dont you let me help her?
Liliane only heard him speaking, but she didnt understand the meaning of Frodos words. Still she heard the storm and felt the rain, then suddenly she was grabbed ungently by Gordir.
Frodo shouted as he saw Gordir taking the cloth. It was useless. Roughly he put it in her mouth and fastened the endings with a knot. Liliane closed her eyes and cried out in despair, she nearly went to her knees. Frodo was breathing hard as he had to watch her being gagged.
s not necessary! he shouted. Gordir turned to him, coming close to his face and hissing sharply: re the next to shut up - no matter how!
Frodo bit his lip, but fell silent. He looked at Liliane and closed his eyes. He felt so ashamed. She was suffering because of him.
Yet she did not walk on. Gordir was in rage and before anyone was able to say something, he slapped her across the face and pushed her forward ungently. She lost the balance and fell. Sobbing loudly she turned around, finding her already torn dress wholly dirtstained. It tore her heart - it was Arwens present.
She did not move when Gordir dragged her up, taking her on his arms. He had no choice. But it didnt take long until she struggled to be let down again and so he finally did as she tried to cry out.
Oh well, you get what you want, I like that better anyway, Gordir said and shrugged.
Frodo kept watching them. He felt so much hatred for the cruel leader. It was a feeling which he hadnt known like that before, but now he did. He hated Gordir.
And this hatred made him even feel more helpless. He was not ashamed, for how should he feel about his mans cruelty towards Liliane?
He closed his eyes as he remembered moments in which she had looked so happy. He loved to see her smile.
If she would ever do so again? He doubted it. And he hated Gordir for taking her away from him.
They walked until nightfall. The thunderstorm finally passed and when it was over, Frodo asked Gordir to take away her gag again, but Gordir didnt. Frodo was angry. Liliane had calmed down, but for the leader it was just a bit of fun.
When it was too dark to go on, they decided to take a rest although everything was wet. Still it was warm and so everything dried again very soon, but they were not able to light a fire.
Ortherion laid Frodo down on the ground before a tree and Gordir made Liliane sit down next to him. Since Frodo couldnt run away and Liliane wouldnt do so, Gordir went to talk to some others and get some food. Only Ortherion was left to guard the Hobbits, but he did not really look at them, sitting beside them.
Liliane leaned on the tree and closed her eyes. She did not move anymore. She couldnt.
Frodo came closer and raised his hands to take down her gag. Ortherion saw it and let him since Liliane would get something to eat anyway.
She leaned on Frodos shoulder weakly and stared somewhere, Frodo couldnt figure out where. Probably nowhere.
m so sorry, dear, he whispered so that only she could hear him. She raised her head.
You dont have to. Once I swore myself to never leave you, no matter what happened. I... I told myself I would endure everything. I know of your past! And I wasnt afraid of revenge. Thats love, Frodo. And they cant take it. They will never do so.
Frodo turned away as she spoke so. It made him only feel more ashamed then. He knew she had spoken truly and this was the problem. She had been honest. She was willing to endure the revenge that was for him, to carry it on her shoulders, too.
She was incredibly brave, but she would still be broken afterwards.
He had also been after the quest.
Suddenly he felt how she was shaking. Again she was sobbing. She tried to stand it, but she couldnt. Still she felt Gordir in her back, heard the thunder...
Frodo looked at Ortherion who was busy with his sword. Then he had decided.
He raised his hands to his mouth and began to tear at the knot with his teeth. The ropes were thick and the knot was strong, but his will was stronger and finally he had loosened the ropes.
He sighed quietly once he was free. Liliane, still leaning on his shoulder, hadnt noticed what he was doing, but she didnt care either. Then as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on his lap, she looked up in surprise and kissed him shyly.
Frodo didnt care what Gordir would say to that. It was not important.
Thank you, Liliane whispered and hid in his embrace. It was so much protection to her.
Yet it didnt take long until Gordir returned with some food. He halted as he saw the rope beside Frodo who was sitting there with Liliane. He didnt seem to worry about Gordirs appearance.
Was that you? Gordir asked Ortherion who raised his head and then looked at Frodo.
No! Cursed, what did you do there, filthy rat of a halfling? Ortherion replied and rose. Gordir laid down the food on his coat and quickly grew a dagger, knelt down in front of the Hobbits and pointed the blade at Frodos throat.
ll never do that again, you will not even dare to, do you hear me? I will bind you in a way that will make you unable to move if you do that again! I would kill you now, but youll be spared until tomorrow! he hissed sharply, took the rope and bound Frodos wrists again. Frodo groaned, but let him do so.
d never have run off! How should I? he asked. Gordir only looked at him for a second.
s not the thing. You are not to do what you want! Got that?
Frodo didnt answer, he only laid his arms around Liliane again and raised his eyes up to the sky.
Killed. He would be killed, it was merely a question of hours. Had he already realized?
What was it that made him remain so unaffected by that?
He knew the answer. To him it was bigger torture to think of Liliane - to think of what was waiting for her.
He closed his eyes, but opened them again when Gordir came close and handed Liliane some food. It was barely enough for her, but she was already about to divide it.
, Frodo said, ignoring the hunger. Take it. You need it more than I do. Think of the baby.
He answered Gordirs scornful gaze unimpressed. He knew this made the leader go mad and find no sleep, but Frodo was proud now.
Liliane ate slowly, but she only took half of the water. Then she laid down and Frodo did not let go of her. He was there.
Soon she fell asleep, but Frodo looked at Gordir and Ortherion, both sitting next to them.
They wouldnt leave them that night. Frodo didnt care. He stayed awake until he grew too tired, then he also fell asleep.

The next morning he awoke very early. He couldnt feel his arm anymore where Liliane had been lying on. He looked into her eyes, her wonderful green eyes that were so sad now.
m sorry to wake you, Frodo, but... she began, but he understood immediately and sat upright to let go of her. He saw Gordir watching her as she took a few steps to a thicket, kneeling down, then she was sick.
Frodo nearly wanted to smile, but he preferred not to do so. He imagined Gordir would be tried to eat him alive then.
They gaped at each other in silence. Gordir felt he would nearly explode. Did Frodo have any idea of what was waiting for him? Probably not... otherwise he would be scared stiff. Gordir looked at him with an evil grin.
Seems as if you cant wait for me to try on you how sharp my dagger is! he said and laughed. Frodo took a deep breath. Gordir knew how to hurt him.
Indeed I cant wait for it! he replied sarcastically. But I know my friends are near and the king will know how to punish you for that!
Gordir shrugged. Let him come. He was unable to protect you before, so how would he be able now?
Frodo did not answer since Liliane returned to him. She looked pale and weary. She sat down beside him again and was given some bread and water again which Frodo refused again as she told him to take some.
He knew how to endure hunger. He had been hungry all his way to Mount Doom once they had run out of food in the centre of Mordor.
ll take him again, Ortherion! Come on, our aim is near! Walk! Gordir commanded and grabbed Liliane ungently. She looked at Frodo who was taken by the deputy leader. His foot didnt hurt anymore, but he hadnt used it for hours. Still he knew he would be unable to walk.
They were walking until noon. Suddenly as they slowed down Frodo felt fear growing inside of him. Now he was aware of what was to come next. He had been able to suppress his agony for long, he had displaced it, but when he heard Liliane screaming and saw the building himself, he was taken by fear and stiffened all over.
He had been lying on Ortherions shoulders for hours, always waiting for his friends to come. He knew they would come. They were near... but they hadnt come yet.
Now it was too late. They had reached it. Frodo coughed and sucked in a deep breath. His stomach got cramped. Death...
He didnt want to die now. And he didnt want to die that way.
He would be a father, he couldnt leave her... and he couldnt leave Liliane to these devils!
, he said. No, dont take her with you. Release her now. You dont need her! Why would you?
Gordir turned and looked at him. They stopped before the building and Frodo saw the tears in Lilianes eyes. She had been silent all morning, she hadnt spoken, she hadnt cried... she had only walked all the way. She had been thinking of Toron and she had been thinking that this was the day. The day when it would all be too late.
The Hobbits looked at each other. Liliane felt hear heart beating faster and faster. She felt like choked as they came closer to the building.
Where are they? she whispered tonelessly, looking at Frodo helplessly. He closed his eyes.
Candles were lit already as the only sources of light in the black-covered hall-like room. In the flickering light they could only see the things they had already passed, but they didnt get far anyway. Suddenly Frodo and Liliane were thrown down and hit the ground. Ungently Gordir cut their bonds, but accidently he also cut Frodos hand while doing so.
The Hobbit gritted his teeth and looked at the leader wordlessly.
Brave, little rat. But you will need your bravery later!
It tore Frodos heart in two to see Liliane in mortal agony. Yet she did not speak, no word left her lips as the two of them were grabbed brutally and pushed against the wall. Frodo didnt care about two boys dragging up his arms to chain him on the wall.
He was waiting. But he didnt know what he was waiting for.
The chains were of a height which would have allowed a grown man to sit down, but the Hobbits could just crouch down.
With his head bent down Frodo balanced his weight on his undamaged foot.
Still he looked at her. He was tugging at the cold iron manacles around his wrists, trying to get a little closer to Liliane, but he couldnt.
Her gaze was empty as she stared at the ground. She didnt even move. Petrified by fear she was breathing hard, fighting not to cry, but it was useless.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks and could not be stopped anymore. Frodo bit his lip in despair. He could not stand her weeping like that.
Look at me. Please! Come on, Liliane, look at me!
Whatever he tried, he could not reach her. It took a while until she finally raised her head and looked at him, her eyes were shining from tears. Frodo had never before seen her like that. It hurt.
She should not... she must not... but he could not help it.
Her silent weeping grabbed the attention of some lads. They were laughing scornfully which let Frodos anger grew. Now that he was actually facing the end, he should have been afraid, but he wasnt. It was because of her, he feared for her, he feared that he was unable to protect her now.
Ringbearer, why dont you look at whats waiting for you?
First he didnt move, but when Liliane turned her head first and cried out in terror, he did so though. Right in the center of the room there was a huge plate of stone which nearly looked like an altar. It was surrounded by candles and to his dismay he perceived iron manacles knocked into the surface of the stone.
Slowly he understood what they intended to do. It scared him to death, it had not been like that even in his worst nightmares.
Through tears Liliane had seen it and still she was screaming in panic. She was dismayed since she understood immediately what would come next. She was crying and pleading, begging for his life, only interrupted by sobs.
t... dont do that, show mercy, leave him... spare him! she cried, but the only answer was mocking laughter. All the surroundings scared her, all the lads that had gathered. They were sitting on the walls that were full of frightening signs. The Messengers were waiting for the things to come.
Liliane lost her composure and no matter how Frodo tried to calm her, it was of no use. Fear had taken her.
And slowly it took him, too.
He could not help her. It hurt to see her pulling at the chains as a hopeless attempt to escape agony and harm.
It is not her business, so leave her! Let her go. Take me and... do everything you want, but let her go! Frodo shouted at Gordir who stood some meters away. He held up a dagger and its sharp blade reflected in the candle-light. He grinned viciously. Frodo felt his eyes widening in terror, feeling lost and trapped.
It was all over now.
Gordir didnt even answer. Frodo gave up. He knew they had him anyway. And they had their plans with her.
There was no use in just trying to escape, it was too late.
Liliane cried loudly. She cried the kings name again and again, it was the last gleam of hope that was left, but nobody had reckoned something to happen when all of a sudden the doors flung open. In contrast to the bright light that was flooding the hall at once, there stood a small figure like a shadow in the door, raising a sword.
As Frodo turned his head, he recognized the figure immediately. He lost control and screamed: Leave, Sam! Go! Run away!
But it was too late. Sam entered the hall with Sting in his hand, shouting in wrath.
You will spare them and let them go if you are still in full possession of your right mind!
Yet it was so easy for the lads to disarm the Hobbit who was all alone and still not healed. They grabbed him, dragged him towards his friends and also chained him up beside Liliane.
she whispered. But it was not Liliane who Sam looked at, it was Frodo who looked just terrible.
You devils! How can you do that? Sam yelled angrily which provoked Gordir to approach him, raising the dagger.
You will witness it all, halfling, you dont see things like that every day!
Liliane backed away as Gordir passed her, but it was Frodo that he was interested in.
One last wish? Gordir asked, pointing the dagger at Frodo who began to tremble all over as he did so.
Gordir came closer. Lilianes eyes grew wide, she stared at the leader panic-stricken and winced when Gordir loosened the first button of Frodos shirt with the shining blade. It hit the ground with a rattling noise and Frodo looked at the lads surrounding them, eagerly waiting for their leader to continue. Gordir removed button after button and on his command some boys undid the chains. In the nick of a second they had grabbed Frodo and wholly stripped him.
Sam held his breath. It had taken him some moments to see where the boys took Frodo, but he could hardly bear the sight.
It was in this moment when Frodo closed his eyes. He got cramped all over because of agony. He would be unable to stand that, to endure this torture. He could never have described the feeling of fear creeping inside of him, for he knew what was waiting for him. It was worse than the worst nightmare.
Liliane screamed, tugging her chains helplessly, but this only made Gordir develop another idea. He went over to Ortherion and Gurtor and gave some commands, quiet enough to prevent the Hobbits from hearing his words.
Meanwhile the lads took Frodo to the middle of the room and he started when he felt the cold stone in his back as they laid him down. They manacled him, he felt the cold of the iron at his wrists and his ankles. His breath went harder.
He had lost. However they had managed, they had succeeded in fitting the manacles to his size, it was merely a helpless attempt to pull his hands out. Frodo had never felt that helpless before, they were to do everything to him and nobody would stop them and help him.
He was not only bound to his fate. He closed his eyes and would have liked to cover his ears as he heard Liliane crying loudly.
Frodo saw some lads passing him, approaching Liliane and Sam. Liliane pressed herself to the wall as the boys came near and also undid her chains.
She knew what would follow. She knew what they were up to. And everything inside of her was screaming as she felt the grabbing hands at her arms. Gurtor lifted her up as if she had no weight, he grabbed her tightly and she could not make a single move.
Help me, Sam! Help me... no! she screamed in panic. Gordir came towards her, laid a finger under her chin and smiled as he said: m leaving you to the lads now. They know what to do and will exorcise the sin out of you!
Frodo cried out in dismay as he heard that. She would be violated. She would not die, but was there a difference?
He called out her name, but they had no chance to say at least goodbye. They looked at each other one last time before Gurtor disappeared down the stairs, followed by some other members of the group. Frodo recognized Torgil, Daugamir, Turdir and some others, there was half a dozen of them. And Liliane was at their mercy.
Frodo closed his eyes again. He heard Sam shouting in rage, all in vain.

Meanwhile Liliane tried to kick Gurtor to be let go, but it didnt work out. He knew how to prevent that. She had not seen these steps before, but now as she was taken down, horror took her. Torches lit the chamber that was below the hall, there was no door and except for an old heavy desk it was all empty.
Maethor, bring the rope, Gurtor ordered and knelt down. Daugamir stepped beside Liliane on the other side as she was laid down on the ground. Each of them held one of her arms, dragged them left and right and then she felt how her wrist was bound to one of the table-legs.
she screamed in terror and as loud as she could. He was unable to help her, she knew that, but she could not help it as she cried out his name. Maethor also bound her other wrist very tightly and when he was done, they rose and took some steps backwards.
Liliane felt her heart beating faster and faster, her breath went hard and she bit her lip until she tasted blood.
They stood around her, six or seven lads they were, all so much bigger than her save one... it was Torgil. He looked as if he was feeling very awkward.
And what are we supposed to do now, Gurtor? one of them asked. Gurtor shrugged. They all glared down at her thoughtfully which made her even more aware of the perilous situation that she was in. Tears came to her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get free. The ropes were too tight.
She would be unable to defend herself. No way.
Guess what Im considering right now, Gurtor replied harshly. There was silence for a moment, but it didnt last for long.
We have something to be done first. Still shes bearing his child. Anyone an idea how to deal with that? Gurtor asked. Lilianes eyes widened and she was panicking.
she whispered tonelessly. You... you cant do anything...
She knew they couldnt kill her and there was nothing they could do that would not endanger her life.
Gimme that knife, Daugamir demanded and took a dagger from Gurtor. Liliane let out a cry as he knelt down beside her and pressed it down on the fabric of her dress. He cut it above her belly with an evil grin.
How would ye like me to free you from this burden? he asked and laughed maliciously.
re such a blockhead, Maethor said. ll kill her if you try to cut out... that would be of no use for the Lord!
Most of the boys were snickering in amusement as the two boys stared at each other.
Well, so what do you propose, idiot? Daugamir asked.
Suddenly they were all startled by a fierce cry from above. Liliane heard Frodo screaming something that sounded like Morgoth, she was not sure. She dared not to imagine what Gordir was doing to him now.
He would kill him. He would torture him, maybe to death. He would be executed in the cruelest way she could ever think of.
she yelled despairingly and heard him answer, calling her name. And then he added something.
m sorry, dear, Im so sorry!
Liliane closed her eyes and felt like choked. She knew what he feared the lads were doing to her.
Not yet.
She began to weep again. Sobbing loudly she struggled to get free with no success.
Gurtor knelt down beside her and reached out his hand for her cheek, wiping away the tears. Liliane winced as he did so.
You will once understand that we freed you. You will not like our exorcism, but it has to be. We cant let you have this child and we have to undo your sins. The Lord claims this as a revenge. His new order is to exorcise it all out of you before he dies so youre taken from him.
Liliane felt disgust and hatred growing inside as he was speaking like that. She took a deep breath and shouted: You will not take away my love. Do whatever you want or what youre ordered to do, but you will never take my love for Frodo! He did nothing wrong!
At once Gurtor was in rage and slapped her across the face. Liliane did not give a single sound except for one word she said:
Gurtor stared at her grimly, but then he rose and stepped backwards.
Any ideas? he asked again. She must not have the child! What are we to do?
We cant do anything that would kill her. But is there anything else to do about it? another boy said. They all looked at each other quite helplessly.
Liliane could not even lift herself up a little. She was lying on the ground, delivered to seven boys who were all so much taller than she was.
They continued considering their options. Liliane screamed in terror when someone had several violent ideas, only beginning with thrashing.
She heard Frodo answer. Again he repeated how sorry he was.
She could not stand it all. She could not bear hearing what the boys said and she could not bear Frodo remarking that he felt sorry for her situation. It was not his fault... it was not to be blamed on him. He was in danger himself.
Sam was shouting something. What were they doing?
Would it be of any use if the one to have her was treating her a little more severe? Daugamir asked. Liliane held her breath in agony. She fought the tears and begged quietly: No, please dont... please...
Torgil met her gaze as she was looking up from below. He was not entirely sure whether they were doing the right thing.
And who is the one to have her? asked Maethor.
Liliane winced fearfully and kept her eyes shut tightly. Every word was stinging her. It was merely a question of time until they would do what they were still speaking of.
Well... Gordir just told me about the Lords commands. The Lord ordered us to take care that she does no longer have the Ringbearers child. One should have her soon and we might choose the one - it would be best if it was one of the younger boys. Shes too small. And this one is a deputy for the Lord, still it will actually be the Lord if you understand...
Stricken by the most intense terror Liliane screamed Frodos name, she screamed as loud as she could since there was nothing else left she could do.
No... no, please don she begged, waiting for Frodo to answer - but there was no answer. There were voices in the room above, but there was no answer from Frodo.
Again she called his name, but it was useless.
Was he dead already?
She began to sob uncontrollably. The boys didnt care about it.
Bergil would have been the youngest, that bastard. Now theres still Torgil... Gurtor continued. All the boys looked at Torgil who shrugged.
So I am... Me? But how... he stammered. They laughed.
You wanna know how? You dont know? Dont worry, were here to tell you... Daugamir grinned in amusement. Torgil made an unhappy face.
Very funny indeed, bonehead. The best about your idea is that youll all stay here. Very helpful! he grumbled and crossed his arms before the chest. Liliane gazed at him in disbelief. Actually she had reckoned them all being unable to wait, but in fact Torgil did not like the idea at all.
Still her whole body was cramped all over.
Heck, what are you waiting for? The Ringbearer must not be dead before you finally decided what to do! Gurtor insisted. Torgil rolled his eyes.
re a pest. But youd help me the most if you left!
Nobody made a move. Torgil groaned.
Well, then.
This was when Liliane realized the time of talking was over at once. Torgil took some steps forward and knelt down before her. The others were still there and watching.

Frodo kept his eyes shut tightly as the lads began to murmur something in the Black Speech of Mordor which he knew, letting out vows and coming a little closer.
The Hobbit was shivering. He knew Sam was still there, but he didnt dare to imagine the horror his friend must feel.
Then he opened his eyes at once. There was cold metal on his throat and he saw Gordirs mean grin above his face, felt his breath and didnt dare to breathe. The blade was scratching his skin and he feared the pain of the cut. Fear took him, it was so intense at once and he could not help but sob silently.
Then Gordir let out a cry, but it was not his voice, it was cold and sounded like Morgoth himself. In his eyes there was a dark sparkling and with an expression of madness he stared down at Frodo.
Then they heard Liliane crying loudly, crying Frodos name. Frodo closed his eyes for a moment. She was all alone down there with these lads, they could do everything they wanted, they would hurt her in the worst way possible.
He did not care about Gordir as he answered, calling her name to assure that he was still there. There was laughter coming from below.
Gordir didnt care about Frodo screaming. He concentrated on his Lords commands. Frodo gazed into a pale white face, but Gordirs dark eyes were of a huge contrast to that. It was a sight which was equal to a dead, reminding Frodo of the Nagzul with their empty lifeless faces.
Praise the Lord! Gordir shouted with a deep voice and Frodo made a fist. He could not move and then Gordir put the dagger down on Frodos chest, causing a long cut - not deep, but deep enough.
Frodo gave a cry and was breathing hard. The feeling of the metal penetrating his skin was the worst he could imagine, it made him go mad since he feared to feel it again. This fear was the real torture.
Are you afraid? Gordir asked with a strange toneless voice, deep and croaking, but Frodo understood.
he screamed in panic and Gordir backed away.
How did you call me? This is not my name!
Frodo cried in despair.
Again Frodo heard Liliane calling out his name. Before Frodo could answer, Gordir came closer again, raising the dagger with increasing wrath, then cutting Frodos cheek.
Frodo felt the warm blood running down to his throat.
he yelled. m sorry, dear, Im so sorry... He tried to bear the pain. It was nearly unbearable, but not only because of his physical pain, he feared for Liliane. She sounded so desperate. What if they were about to hurt her now? They would violate her. It was merely a question of time.
Tears came to his eyes. They must not do that. He could not imagine anything worse than that for her.
Release her... he begged and cried: A Elbereth Gilthoniel!
Again Gordir backed away in dismay, but the result was only growing rage and he scratched Frodos belly. When he raised the dagger again, Frodo could see the blood on the shining blade.
He could not stand it all. But it came worse as Liliane screamed loudly and in agony. Frodo held his breath. He had a picture in his mind and it didnt let go of him. There were half a dozen boys down there with her, intending all evil that they could possibly do to her.
She expected his child. Surely they were about to find a way to deal with that. He knew they wouldnt let her have the child.
He felt his salty tears biting in his bleeding wound, but he could not fight the tears back. They would do any possible harm to her to make her lose the child. And they would go on with following their leaders commands, maybe their Lords commands, who wanted her for himself.
he screamed and tried to lift up his head, but he couldnt.
m so sorry, Liliane... he cried and sobbed. He would die today - maybe it was better. She would hate him for that, she would hate him that she had to suffer like that simply because she was his wife.
And he understood that.
Gordir touched Frodos bleeding cheek with the dagger, but he didnt hurt him. Frodo was breathing harder, gasping in fear and in thoughts he nearly begged it would be over soon. But then he suddenly felt a cut on his throat, Gordir wanted to mark him, sacrifice him and bring torment to him to make him feel the revenge.
In despair he called: Aiya elenion ancalima, as he already had done in Mordor before, but the only answer was another cut and he gritted his teeth.
There was something flashing in Gordirs eyes, maybe endless anger, as he hissed: re doomed to die, Ringbearer!
Frodo screamed as loud as he could, coughed and struggled to get free, but there was no hope in that. He shifted from left to right, but he couldnt really move, it was useless. Gordir laughed scornfully and exclaimed: You want to escape? You cant escape!
Frodo felt the cold metal of the dagger on his hand. Gordir went about his fingers with the blade and looked at Frodo to see his reaction.
This marked you also for ever. You should be recognized as the Ringbearer! Hows that, a missing finger? How would it be with another one missing?
Frodo gaped at him in dismay, Gordir went over to the other side of the desk and put the dagger down on Frodos other hand.
Frodo didnt move because of fear and Gordir was feasting his eyes on that.
This was when Sam shouted wrathfully.
Leave him! Youd be dead by now if he hadnt destroyed the Ring!
Gordir laughed at these words, but Frodo smiled as he heard Sams voice. His true friend was still there.
Make him shut up, Gordir ordered some lads who went over to Sam and gagged him. Frodo closed his eyes. He didnt imagine what he looked like, what sight Sam had to bear now.
Frodos heart was beating painfully and he feared it could suddenly stop. Gordirs only reaction to Frodos fear was another evil smile. He pulled back the dagger and just looked at Frodo who was whimpering in agony, weeping, his face was wet from tears.
Gordir narrowed his eyes and went through his hair, then reacted immediately as Frodo tried to lift his head and look at Sam. Maybe it would be the last time that Frodo had the chance to see him, at least he wasnt alone in this hell.
Gordir laid his hand on Frodos forehead and at once pressed his head down forcefully. Frodo felt his head hitting the stone hard. Immense pain flashed through his head, he could not see clearly anymore and had the vague hope of losing consciousness now, but he didnt. Still he had to bear this torture as his consciousness returned. He gritted his teeth in pain.
Sam tried to get rid of his gag, he saw how bad Frodo needed some comfort at least, but he couldnt give it anymore. He wanted to help him, he saw the dark blood, but he was so helpless.
Gordir continued. He carved some signs, Frodo felt the cuts and the warm blood, but he didnt dare to look at it.
He wondered why there was silence below. First it inquieted him, but then he thought that maybe nothing was happening when she was not screaming.
Something good at least.
Suddenly Gordir raised the dagger which was bloodstained all over and with a mad grin he licked it off, laughing cruelly. He was focusing on Frodo who was so much aware of the change that had taken place.
Still he concentrated on how to stand the pain, but he didnt succeed in that. He just screamed out his pain, calling:
Of course the result was different from what Frodo had intended to. Quickly Gordir held a cloth in his hand and gagged Frodo who closed his eyes, fighting with tears of despair.
But it came worse.
Suddenly he heard Liliane screaming as he had never heard her screaming before. Nothing was to be compared with that fear and helplessness. Frodos breath went faster as he imagined what was happening.
They must not do that. It tore his heart in two to think of that. Why did she have to experience such cruelty?
He remembered how he had said that they would get out and be a family. Now he regarded it as a lie. Toron had died, Bergil was gone, he could not make a single move and Liliane...
He wanted to answer, but it was all choked by his gag. He was so incredibly sorry. It was all his fault.
Why didnt they only blame it on him? He was the Ringbearer. She was his wife. And how they call her guilty, call the child guilty?
There were so many thoughts in his mind. He thought of the throbbing pain being caused by his wounds, thought of his death that was inevitable - and maybe better. Again he regarded it that way.
She had hoped to have a child sometime. And now she was a victim of the worst cruelty because of the child, his child.
He was weeping. They would kill him, they would make her lose the child and violate her brutally.
He wished he would never have come to Gondor with Liliane. Indeed he had hoped to be able to live a normal and happy life with his own little family, but the past did not let go of him. It was his fate, he was bound to it and now Liliane was involved.
He was sobbing loudly as he thought of her beautiful smile and her loving kiss.
She would be broken afterwards. All good in her would be destroyed...
His fault. It was all his fault.
Then he heard her sobbing. He winced in pain. They must not do that. They must not harm her, hurt her...
He imagined the boys standing around her who was delivered to one of them. Or at least he tried to imagine since he couldnt.
He felt so ashamed and it was so painful to think of that.
Her sobbing increased.
All of a sudden Frodo felt Gordir slitting his wrists lengthwise one after another and he groaned in pain, opening his eyes again.
So this would be the end. He hoped it. He had no hope left for living.
With every heartbeat he felt the blood pulsating and closed his eyes again.
It did not hurt. But he felt how he was losing more blood with every beat of his heart. He was weakening soon. The blood was dripping off his arms and he didnt move anymore, but yet he heard her crying. Liliane was begging and pleading, he heard her always repeating it.

He could not answer. He was still there, but she didnt know it. Didnt even want to know it, he guessed.
It was too late now. And he was the one who had promised to protect her.
He had failed. There was someone to rape her now and he was only listening. He hated himself so much that moment.
But he still loved her. He would never stop loving her, he felt the warm feeling growing for a second, but Gordir showed no mercy. Again he cut Frodos throat and the Hobbit winced in pain. He perceived so much blood as he quickly opened his eyes, but he closed them again.
The blood was dripping steadily. He heard Sam whimpering and weeping and Liliane begging in despair, it was all too much...
Sam could not stand watching his friends torture. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.
Frodo heard Gordir shouting something and opened his eyes. The leader had raised the dagger, he was pointing at Frodos heart and Frodo expected it to happen the next moment, but it didnt. All of a sudden Gordir let the dagger fall. An arrow was stuck in his hand and he cried out in pain. It made Frodo wince.
Another arrow passed Gordir and missed him, but when Frodo turned his head weakly, he saw the door being opened. They were coming.

Bergil had been unable to stop Sam, but he and Eowyn backed away from the door because they feared to be seen.
Any ideas? Bergil asked from one side of the building and Eowyn shrugged. Bergil ran over to her and whispered: If we enter now, Ill be dead in a minute and we cant do anything as well. Theyre more than ten times superior in number and insane...
I know. We have to go and search for help, but if we find none... then Ill enter or whatever, you still have the bow. Dont forget that!
Bergil nodded. He observed the surroundings, but saw nothing. Cursed! They needed help... urgently!
They still heard voices and screams as they left, but they couldnt care. They just ran into the thicket and searched for every movement full of despair and impatience, but it was strangely quiet. Maybe too quiet.
Suddenly some bowmen rose, poining their arrows at them and calling: t move!
One of them was Legolas. He let his bow sink again immediately.
Down with the bows! They belong to us! Faramir called and also put down his weapons which he had aimed on his wife.
We only heard you, but we couldnt see you, he explained and shrugged helplessly. They had been sitting in dense thicket.
Eowyn and Bergil glanced at them and were glad to see more of the Gondorian soldiers behind their friends.
Quick! We found the headquarters! Come on, they need our help! Bergil cried in excitement and his eyes grew wide as he saw them all. Even Gandalf was there.
The soldiers and the searching friends had met again and the soldiers had reported about finding the headquarters, still being empty. They had been waiting for the Messengers to come, but missed them.
Bergil! You are alive! Aragorn exclaimed. Praise to the Valar... but what are you doing here? Where is Sam?
s with the Hobbits, Eowyn said, drawing her sword. She knew she would need it.
Bergil, I... I know you were not alone with the Hobbits, Aragorn suddenly said. Bergil looked at him with big eyes.
No, there was Toron... how do you know?
Aragorn did not answer, he only handed Bergil Torons sword. Bergil began to tremble at the sight, he knew what that meant. But he took it.
Be glad you havent seen him. But he found his peace, Aragorn said. Bergil took a deep breath.
Come on! he cried and ran forth. The others followed immediately, but found it hard to keep up with the boy. He ran faster and faster, still hearing their friends screams in his head.
He was hurrying as fast as he could, he must not be too late... they had lost precious time. Bergil held his bow firmly, took an arrow while he was running and although he didnt know what he was to find there, he anticipated he would be prepared for everything.
He was too late for Toron, he feared - but he didnt want to be too late for the Hobbits.
He was the first to enter the building and at first he couldnt see anything because of the gloomy light inside, but then he saw something he hadnt been prepared for.
Gordir stood with a dagger in his raised hand, Bergil could see Frodo. He was still alive, but Gordir wanted to stab him.
Trembling Bergil aimed at Frodos torturer. He was breathing hard.
Unexpectedly Gandalf raised his staff which was suddenly flashing brightly, flooding the hall within the darkest corner.
Gordir backed away, blinded by the light and he tried to defend himself by protecting his eyes with his hand. He began to tremble all over and clutched the plate.
Leave, Morgoth! Gandalf commanded with a deep voice and for a second nobody moved, for they were all too surprised to react.
Frodo was still losing his strength and feeling more pain than life, but he had the impression of the sun lighting the dark. Yet the light didnt return his strength.
Aragorn stood beside Gandalf with Anduril in his hand, speaking slowly: End it now. Stop it! Free yourself from the spell of evil!
Sam was so relieved to see them. It took him from head to toe, but he still was aware of the surprise in Gordirs eyes. In the nick of a second Gordir bent down to grab the dagger, but Bergil had been waiting for that and let go of the arrow which hit Gordir in the chest before he could kill Frodo.
Crying out loudly Gordir went to his knees since the man, not Melkor felt this pain. No matter how hard he tried, the weakness was too strong. He fell on his face, tried to grab the plate with no success, but he had no strength left and remained lying on the ground movelessly.
Bergil took a deep breath and ran forth, sword in hand. It was Torons sword.
He looked at Frodo, saw he was still breathing and Bergil understood that Frodo couldnt speak anymore since he didnt even try.
But when he came closer, Bergil hesitated for a second. Frodo was full of blood, bleeding from his wrists and he saw the blood even dripping to the ground.
he exclaimed in dismay and hurried to help him.
Meanwhile the others followed. Sam was relieved to see them all, some guards approached him and also Eowyn.
Where is Liliane, Sam? Where is she? Eowyn asked feverishly for she knew what danger Liliane was in.
Down there... the stairs, they took her... Sam answered as he was freed from his gag. Eowyn did not lose time and took some guards, ran towards the stairs and down to the chamber. If she only wasnt too late...
Bergil was protected by Aragorn and Gandalf who took control over the Messengers. Hastily he approached Frodo and freed him from the manacles. Bergil held his breath as he looked at him. Frodos eyes were shining from tears, he was covered with his own blood.
m here, Frodo, Im here to help you! he said and grabbed the Hobbits hand with a smile. But before Bergil was able to lift him on his arms, suddenly Gordir rose on the other side of the plate, still with the arrow stuck in his chest. He lifted the dagger and wanted to throw it at Bergil wrathfully, but Bergil was faster and thrust his sword in Gordirs heart.
The dagger hit the ground, Gordir lost his balance and fell forward just down on Frodo whose cry of pain couldnt be choked by his gag.
Quickly Bergil pushed the man aside and looked into his dark eyes. The fire didnt burn anymore. He was dead. Slowly he slipped to the ground.
Frodo! No... Bergil stammered and first loosened the gag, then finally freed him and stroked his head. Helplessly he gazed all about him and cried: We need help! Please...
He cried loudly and full of despair. It made everyone look at him. Then Sam stopped beside him and took one of Frodos bloody hands.
Master Frodo! he whispered and smiled through tears. Frodo answered it weakly.
Quick, we must help him! Bergil cried and Gandalf handed him his coat. Bergil covered Frodo in the white fabric and Sam took Frodos clothes to press them on his wrists, trying to bandage them as tight as possible.
Bergil held him firmly and Sam pressed his hand. Frodo smiled and whispered: Stay with me, Sam... and let me see her one last time...

Liliane whispered, always repeating it. It increased until she was screaming. Torgil bent down to her and still looked at her, trying to understand that although she was small, she was no child. This made him aware of the fact that actually he still was. He was fourteen years old and would never have imagined he would be the one to violate someone.
He hesitated. Liliane was breathing hard as she looked at him with eyes wide of fear.
t, Torgil, please... she whispered barely audiable, but he heard it.
Torgil held his breath for a second. He would rape her if he continued now, but he didnt want to, he didnt want to be the one to hurt someone so small. He was the smallest of them all, but still the halflings were smaller.
Still he had no doubt that the killing of his brother had been right, but the spell he was under couldnt make him understand why they had taken Liliane captive and were to do such things now.
She feared it more than death, he could see it.
Go on, coward! Gurtor ordered from behind. Torgil shrugged and did not dare to answer her gaze as he lifted her dress with his hand. Liliane bit her lip, pulling at the thick ropes around her wrists, begging him to stop.
No... no, please... she pleaded and cried out loudly. She did not know how to stand that. The boy came closer and showed no feelings as he unbuttoned his trousers, then reaching out his hand to touch her. Liliane gasped panicking as she felt his hand on her breast.
He wouldnt stop.
Torgil put his hands on her knees had to use enormous pressure to part her legs since she fought hard to oppose it, but he was stronger.
Liliane closed her eyes and tried to find a way to bear the inevitable, but suddenly she heard voices being raised above. She couldnt hear Frodo yet, but the things that happened next came so fast that nobody could react.
Liliane was trembling all over and at once she opened her eyes as she heard someone running down the stairs, shouting loudly and then metal crashed against metal. Torgil turned about hastily and backed away as he saw someone approaching him in a hurry.
Go away and leave her! Eowyn called and raised her sword to emphasize her words. Torgil did as she told him. He showed no fight at all.
There were royal guards taking care for the other boys not to run away or harm Liliane, but none of them followed Eowyn to the Hobbit.
She had seen that she wasnt too late. Quickly she knelt down beside Liliane who was sobbing convulsively. Eowyn cut the bonds and wasnt surprised that Liliane didnt move.
She couldnt. She was like paralyzed.
Carefully Eowyn bent down to her and lifted her up, then took her in her arms and pulled her close.
s over. Nobody will touch you, she said, rocking Liliane to appease her.
Liliane clutched her in despair, burying her head in her side. Eowyn stroked her head slowly.
Liliane whispered. s wrong with him? Have you seen him?
Eowyn knew she couldnt hurry. What she had seen had been so horrible that Liliane must not see it.
She lifted her on her arms though and smiled at her warmly.
I have seen him. Hes alive, she said.
Let... let me see him, please...
Yes... Ill take you to Frodo, but... be prepared. He looks terrible.
Their eyes met.
I know, Liliane said.
Eowyn looked at the boys with an unfriendly gaze as she passed them with Liliane on her arms, climbing the stairs to the hall.
When she tried to find Frodo and Bergil, she was confused at first as she saw none of them. Sam had also disappeared. But then she saw them leaving the hall, making for the entrance.
Liliane screamed in dismay as she saw all the blood on the plate and the ground below. Eowyn made her turn away and passed some boys, heading for the door.
Liliane was panting. With big eyes she stared at Eowyn. She knew what Gordir, lying dead beside the plate, had done to Frodo.
It was horrifying to imagine.
cried Eowyn and the boy stopped. As he turned, they saw Frodo lying in his arms weakly. Liliane bit her lip as she saw the blood in his face and on his throat. Gandalfs white coat was bloodstained, too.
she cried in dismay. Eowyn hurried towards them and they left the hall together. Protected by some guards they stopped meters away from the entrance. Bergil laid Frodo down on the ground very gently, for Frodo had asked him to do so. Eowyn let Liliane down and she knelt down beside Frodo.
With the sleeve of her dress she wiped away the blood on his cheek, taking him in her arms and pulling him close. Frodo could hardly move. There were his breeches bandaged about one wrist and his shirt about the other. He was breathing weakly.
Silence spread. Liliane felt tears on her cheeks as she looked at him, but he smiled. In this moment Aragorn and Gandalf left the hall and approached them. They both only needed to look at Frodo for a second and they knew what was happening.
m so sorry, Liliane... you... you should never... please forgive me... Frodo whispered quietly and sobbed under much effort. It toiled him to speak.
No, Frodo, theres nothing to forgive. What are you sorry for? Frodo, I love you...
He closed his eyes when she spoke so.
t worry, Liliane said. They didnt hurt me. Nothing happened.
He looked at her weakly. He didnt believe her. He couldnt. Why had she been crying like that?
He tried to raise one hand, but he couldnt. This made Liliane bend down to him and kiss him lovingly.