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"I'm sorry Frodo, I shouldn't have rushed you like that," Calenorë said as she gently laid Frodo back down on the cot. "I-it's a-all right C-Calenorë," Frodo said after catching his breath and regaining his bearings. "Would you like me to carry you?
We must leave here now, we cannot linger," Calenorë explained sincerely. Frodo nodded in response to her and she swooped him up in her arms, being careful not to jostle his injuries to much.

Calenorë carefully carried Frodo and led Sam to Mt. Doom. Once there she handed Frodo over to Sam and they went into the fiery mountain, not knowing that Gollum was waiting for them. Sam helped Frodo limp into Mt. Doom to get rid of the ring, but as they got about 5 feet from the edge Gollum jumped on top of Frodo, knocking him down, and tried to take the ring. The only thing Frodo could do to get away from him was put the ring on. But even this didn't stop him. Gollum grabbed Frodo's pointer finger, (which had the ring on it) and bit it off. Frodo screamed out in pain and Gollum started to dance around.

Gollum danced so much that he came to close to the edge, lost his footing,
and fell in. And so ended the ring, as well as Gollum. "Come on Mr. Frodo, we have to get out of here before the mountain collapses," Sam said as he felt the earth beneath him tremble. Frodo made no response, so Sam picked him up and carried him out of Mt. Doom. 'What happened?," Calenorë asked when she saw Frodo's mangled hand. "It was that Gollum. He attacked Mr. Frodo and bit the ring off his finger, and then he fell into the mountain of fire," Sam said as he and Calenorë ran with Frodo to a rocky isle as the lava flowed from the mountain.

Calenorë gently laid Frodo down on the rock and assessed how bad his injuries were. Gollum had broken more of his ribs when he knocked him down, of course his finger was bleeding profusely, he re-dislocated his shoulder and some of the stitches on his back had split open. Calenorë quickly realigned Frodo's shoulder.
Frodo gave out a small cry of pain but other than that he remained silent.
Calenorë ripped some cloth from her dress and used it to quickly wrap Frodo's mangled hand. "Calenorë!," Gandalf called from the back of a mighty eagle.
"Gandalf, we must get him back to Ithilien. He's been severally injured and he may not survive," Calenorë yelled as one of the eagles came down and picked up Sam.
Then another flew close enough for her to climb upon its back with Frodo in her arms. It took them a couple of minutes to get to Ithilien and by the time they did,
Frodo's breathing had become ragged and uneven.

Once the Eagles landed, Calenorë quickly got off it's back and carried Frodo to where she knew Aragorn would be. "Aragorn," Calenorë started but never finished because Aragorn rushed up to her and took Frodo from her arms. "He' has several broken ribs, a fractured wrist, a sprained ankle, a dislocated shoulder and there's a devastating wound on his back," Calenorë quickly explained before Aragorn started to examine him.
"Hannon le Calenorë," Aragorn replied.

Aragorn started with Frodo's hand first. He removed the cloth Calenorë used to bandage it so he could wash it out. He gently flushed out the wound with Athelas and water, then he snugly bandage Frodo's missing finger and hand, then wrapped some of the bandage around his wrist to support it. He only changed the bandages on his ribs and chest because they were filthy, but the wound was still clean. Aragorn then had Calenorë hold Frodo so that he could examine the back wound. Some of the stitches had opened up and were bleeding. "Calenorë, hand me a needle, some more thread, and bandages," Aragorn said. Calenorë reached over and handed the wanted items to Aragorn. He gently washed out the wound on Frodo's back after he removed the stitches. Then he closed the wound back up, bandaged it and rolled Frodo back over.

"How long has his wrist been broken?," Aragorn asked as he removed the splint and bandages. "For about three days. I rescued him from Cirith Ungol 2 days ago and I splinted it that night," Calenorë explained. "Do you know how it happened, because who or what ever did this to him had great strength. The bone is completely split in two," Aragorn said grimly. "It was from convulsions. They injected him with something and then he started convulsing violently," Calenorë explained. "He's lucky you found him when you did, I'd hate to think what of what else they would have done to him," Aragorn said sympathetically. Calenorë shudders to herself remembering all of the things they had done to him, not wanting to guess how much worse they could have gotten.

Aragorn got two small metal rods to support Frodo's wrist. He then manipulated the fractured bones back into place. He secured the rods to either side, then bandaged them securely. Aragorn checked over Frodo's ankle,, and left it as it was because the bandage was not dirty. "Frodo, how do you feel?," Aragorn asked, seeing that Frodo had opened his swollen black eyes somewhat. "P-pain," he said in hoarse voice.

Aragorn quickly mixed up some herbs that would help with the pain and helped Frodo drink the concoction. "T-thank you Aragorn," Frodo said as he winced in pain. "Frodo, are you injured anywhere else?," Aragorn asked, not wanting to overlook any injuries. "M-my abdomen h-hurts," Frodo winced. "I had to remove his appendix. It was infected and it would have burst had I not caught it in time," Calenorë told Aragorn as she walked up behind him. "The pain medicine should help with that," Aragorn comforted. It didn't take long for the pain medicine to help, Frodo soon relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

Later that evening as Frodo slept, Sam came into his room and sat by his bedside. Frodo started to stir as Sam sat. "Sam?," Frodo asked, not being able to see clearly through his black eyes. "I'm right here Mr. Frodo," Sam said has he laid his hand on Frodo's forearm in a friendly gesture to let Frodo know where he was. "Where's Calenorë?," Frodo asked, wanting to know where the Elf had gotten to. "I don't know Mr. Frodo, but they should be back soon. Calenor's been dreadfully worried about you. As have I," Sam explained. F Frodo waited for Calenorë to come, which didn't take long. "It's nice to see you awake. How do you feel?," Calenorë asked as she entered the room and sat on the side of Frodo's bed. "There's to much pain to feel, it's almost as if I'm numb," Frodo explained thoughtfully.

"Can for feel your legs?," Calenorë asked, concerned that the wound on his back may have severed his spinal cord. "Yes, I can feel them," Frodo replied. Calenorë gave a sigh of relief. "Where's most of the pain coming from Frodo?," she asked, seeing he in some discomfort. "M-my back and my abdomen," Frodo said quietly. "Do you remember what happened....., to your back," Calenorë asked knowing how much of a painful experience it must have been for him. "Yes...," Frodo replied solemnly. And he began to describe it........

/Flashback/From Frodo's POV
I can feel the blade pierce the skin on my back. They're dragging it, dragging it back and forth across my back. I can feel the warm and sticky blood seep down my back and puddled around my chest on the floor. They finally stop and they let me bleed, not doing anything to help. What are they doing? There stuffing something in it. It burns against to bleeding flesh on my back. Why won't they stop?
/End of Flashback/

Frodo shuddered in his bed as the horrible memory played through his mind again as he described it to them. "Oh Frodo! I'm so sorry. I should of rescued you the first time that I had the chance to," Calenorë said after hearing the gruesome details. "Calenorë it's not your fault, y-you would have been caught if you attempted it any other time than the time you did," Frodo comforted in a voice laced with pain. "Would you like me to get Aragorn to give you something for your pain?," Calenorë asked after she came back to her senses.

"No, it's not that bad, I can bear it," Frodo told her.
Calenorë and Frodo sat and talked for a while, until Frodo fell asleep and Sam started to nod off. Calenorë quietly left the room and went to find Aragorn to inform him about Frodo. She explained to him what Frodo had told her and Aragorn said that he would check on him first thing in the morning. As the sun rose above the clouds, Aragorn walked quietly to Frodo's room. As he walked in, Frodo was sitting on the bed, in obvious pain, starring at the ceiling. "Frodo, how's your injuries?," Aragorn asked as he came further into the room.

"My back and abdomen h-hurt," Frodo said painfully. "I'm going to look at them before I give you anything," Aragorn said as he helped Frodo lay down on his side. Aragorn gingerly removed the bandages from around Frodo's back and examined the gash. It was healing, but in some parts it was red, inflamed and infected.

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