Hey hey hey! I'm home from school with mono so I'm hoping to get a few of these stories updated. Anyways, so the last two chapters haven't been going to well. One was up with no spell check and one was up and half the story was missing! That figures -_- So I wanted to clear a few things up with this Authors note.

1: Yes, Frodo is a prostitute 2: Yes, Frodo is gay/bi 3: No, Dwalin didn't know Frodo before, Frodo is just afraid of him 4: Frodo is much older than most of you probably expected. When I said several years, I meant several. I made it so he was 14 (in human years) when his parents died. It's been around 7 years since then, so Frodo is about 20 (in human years) now and Bilbo is 56 (in human years) 5: Being of age is 25 (in human years) so Frodo is technically still a kid/teenager.

Okay, I think that covers it. Cross your fingers and pray with me that there will be no problems this time!

Forever yours,

Fallendarkness666

As they reached camp, Thorin finally realized what he had done. He had just allowed a prostitute among his company. How could he do that? Allow someone like that anywhere near his nephews! And what would Bilbo think when he found out? He would instantly assume the worst and this whole journey would have been for nothing.

"Um…Who the hell is this?" Kili asked, breaking Thorin from his thoughts.

"Well aren't you a straight forward young man." Frodo said, smirking again.

"Paws off whore." Fili grumbled as he walked to his bed roll.

"Fili!" Gloin barked, "You're a prince, watch your mouth!"

"No no," Frodo sighed, watching Fili like a hawk, "He's just playing hard to get."

"Ummm…" Bofur said, watching with worry.

"This is Master Frodo of the Shire." Thorin stated, "He will be assisting us to Bag End."

"What's a hobbit doing out here?" Nori questioned, "Shouldn't you be home with your folks?"

"Shouldn't you be in prison, thief?!" Frodo spat.

Frodo's eyes seem to blaze with rage as he stared down the dwarf. It was almost like he had turned into someone else. One second he was happy and perving out on Fili and Kili, the next he looks ready to bash in Nori's head with a rock. Why was he being so defensive? Apparently, Fili hadn't noticed.

"He's out here "on business" Nori."

The anger left the hobbits eyes as he glanced at the young heirs. Now his gaze was like before, humorous, sarcastic, and suggestive.

"Well, at least you're not calling me a whore, my little lion man."

"Piss off you sl—"

"Enough!" Thorin bellowed, thoroughly sick of their shit, "Master Frodo will join us on the final leg of our way. Once we reach the Shire he shall depart our company at once. Do I make myself clear?"

Everyone nodded and finished setting up camp in silence. Frodo, unsure of what to do, went over to a log and sat. Alone, he sat fiddling with his clothes, trying to fix them a bit. He noticed a rather bad looking cut in pant leg and sighed. A distance away, Fili, Kili, Ori, and Bofur were seated, watching him.

"I can't believe Uncle is letting some prostitute come with us." Fili grumbled.

"Fili," Ori said, "Maybe you should give him a chance?"

"Yeah, maybe he's a good kid?" Bofur added.

"A good kid my left arse cheek!" Kili grumbled, "If we show up at Bilbo's door with a well-known whore, he'll never take Uncle back!"

"Exactly!" Fili chimed in, "And how do we even know we can trust this kid?"

"Aren't princes supposed to be excepting of others?" Ori scolded.

"Don't start that Ori!" Fili shot back, "You'd a wrung his neck had you seen him eyein' up Mr. Dwalin like he was!"

"I would not. I trust that Dwalin would never hurt me like that. No matter who sashays in front of him."

"Whatever."

"If you two are going to be too stubborn to do anything, then I guess it's up to Bofur and I to play nice." Ori stood, and turned to leave, "Come on Bofur."

"I don't know mate." He said, unsure, "Maybe they're right?"

"What?"

"Ori…I want Thorin and Mr. Bilbo to be happy. Somethin's tellin' me this ain't a good idea."

"Fine," Ori huffed, "Guess I'm on my own."

He walked across the camp to where Frodo sat. He looked up and smirked at Ori. For a moment, the red head felt uncomfortable and unsure, but pushed it down and proceeded.

"Need somethin' Master Dwarf?"

"Ori."

"Hmm?"

"You may call me Ori." He stated, "You are my equal, so you may address me without the whole "Master" bit."

Frodo looked taken aback for a moment, before his smirk turned into a smile. He scooted over and rested his hand next to him.

"Care for a seat then Ori?"

Ori nodded and sat beside him. The two sat in silence for a bit. Ori glanced over a time or two, watching Frodo's movements. He noticed the tatter in his clothes and the slash in his trousers.

"How did you get that?" Ori asked.

"…Business."

"What kind of business?"

"My own."

"Look," Ori said, turning to face him, "I'm trying to be your friend here."

"I don't need friends."

"Everyone needs someone. Friends…Family…someone."

Frodo was silent.

"Your parents must be worried sick."

"Doubtful." He scoffed.

"And whys that, Frodo?"

The hobbit turned and glared daggers into his soul. His crystal eyes were lit ablaze by unreleased anger. But there was something else, something quitter. Sorrow. He seemed more likely to lash out than attack at this moment.

"Piss off." He growled lowly before turning away.

Before Ori could say anything more, Balin came up to them.

"Master Frodo, Master Ori, dinner." he said, holding out two bowls of stew.

Ori accepted his, thanking his old tutor. Frodo on the other hand, hadn't reached for his. He could hear the soft growl of the hobbits stomach, eager to except a meal. Never the less, he ignored it.

"No thank you Master Dwarf." he said quietly.

"Are you alright there laddie?"

"Quiet fine." Frodo responded, forcing a smile, "I'm just going to go sleep."

The hobbit rose to his feet, wincing slightly, and shuffled over to a tree. It was a tall birch, just on the border of the camp, out of reach of the camp fires heat. The two dwarves, plus several more undoubtedly, watched as the small hobbit crawled up into the tree, fixing himself into the crook.

"Do you think he's okay?" Ori asked, looking to Balin.

"Truthfully lad? No. No, he's definitely not okay." he sighed before turning away and leaving.

Ori took another glance back at the peculiar little man. His shoulders, which could be seen considering his back was to the company, were shaking slightly. He wasn't sure if it was from the cold or not. Ori sighed heavily and moved to rejoin the others.

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