Hobbitnapped

Title: Hobbitnapped
Rated: R
Author: Niphrandl
Archive: Please ask first.
Summary: Frodo and his friends have returned to the Shire after the War of the Ring and chased off all the ruffians. Or have they? Someone wants revenge.
Warning: Non con, beating.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear in this story. They are owned by the Tolkien Estate. I make no money nor do I receive any public recognition for writing this. It is simply my little piece of Fan Fiction.

Hobbitnapped

Chapter 15

“Hold on Frodo!” Aragorn said as he left Merry, Sam and Pippin in the small clearing. Aragorn felt a sense of dread and deja vu as he once more bore Frodo, clinging to life, toward Rivendell. He looked down at the hobbit he held cradled in his arm. His face, where not bruised, was a deathly white. His eyes were closed and he made no sound. Aragorn spurred his steed to go faster sensing that perhaps Frodo did not have much time left. Aragorn did not know the extent of Frodo’s injuries but the ones about his face and neck were enough to cause grave concern in the former Ranger. Athelas and wild herbs would not be enough. Once again Frodo needed Elvish medicine if he was to survive.

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Frodo opened his eyes to find himself in a world of dark shadows. He heard Sam’s voice “....rest in peace in his garden.” Suddenly he had the sensation that he was falling and closed his eyes tightly. ‘but how can that be?’ he thought to himself. He opened his eyes again. He was laying on a cold stone surface. A gray white mist was swirling around him.

‘How could I be falling if I am already laying on the ground? And what did Sam mean? Who was he talking about?’ Suddenly Frodo realized that Sam was talking about him. Frodo sat up

“Sam!” he called out. His voice echoed back to him. “Sam where are you?!” Frodo tried again. Only the echo answered. Frodo got to his feet and started to walk slowly forward. ‘Where am I?’ he wondered.

“Hold on Frodo!” Frodo jumped and spun around at the sound.

“Aragorn? Aragorn!!!” Frodo cried, “Aragorn I’m here! Where are you?! Aragorn?” There was no answer. Frodo ran off into the darkness, heading toward where he thought he had heard the voices coming from. Suddenly he fell forward crying out in fear and pain.

Pain. Why was he in so much pain?

‘Where am I?’ ‘What happened?’ Frodo got to his feet again and immediately fell to a sitting position again as the memories of what had happened came flooding back to him. He slowly shook his head from side to side softly muttering “no” over and over to himself.

Then he felt it, a wave of comfort. It felt like a warm breeze on a cold spring morning. It was calling out to him. Frodo stood up and began walking toward the source of the comfort. He could not see the deep abyss that was opening up in front of him. Frodo stopped as memories of his friends flooded his mind.

“I have to find them!” he said to himself. He turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

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Aragorn pulled his steed up to a stop. The poor animal was breathing heavy with exhaustion. He carefully dismounted and laid Frodo across the saddle. He patted his horses neck and softly stroked his muzzle.

“I am sorry my friend.” He said. “You have worked hard these last few days and need rest.” Aragorn stood silent for a few moments. Caught between the need to get Frodo to Rivendell as fast as possible but not wanting to injure the animal in doing so. Aragorn noted that there was a small stream up ahead so he gathered the reins and slowly walked his horse over to it. As the horse bent to drink from the stream, Aragorn lifted Frodo down and laid him in a soft patch of grass. Then he slowly unwrapped the blanket and checked Frodo over.

Aragorn tore a piece of cloth from the Blanket and rinsed it out in the stream. He used it to wash Frodo’s face and neck. Taking note of the injuries as he did. The left side of Frodo’s face was purple and swollen. Aragorn guessed that the cheek bone was broken. His lips were cracked and bleeding, indicating severe dehydration. Aragorn rinsed the rag out again and let a little of the water trickle into Frodo’s mouth. There were bruises on his neck as well indicating that Frodo had been strangled at one point and a deep scratch that went from one side of his neck to the other. Aragorn then picked up Frodo’s arms and started to washed them. He paid close attention to the wrists where the restraints had chaffed and rubbed the skin raw.

Frodo moaned softly which make Aragorn stop. He could not continue. His rage at the man who did this was boiling within him and he was afraid of hurting Frodo. Aragorn felt a nudge against his shoulder. He looked up to see his horse there. It was as if the horse were telling him. “I’m Ok now. Lets get going!”

Aragorn shook his head “No my friend” he said “we must rest now. Keep an eye on Frodo for me.” He carefully covered Frodo with his cloak to keep him warm and set off to find fire wood.

The Kings Guard was hard put to keep up with him. His horse was swift and the King wore no armor unlike his Guard. When they finally came to the small stream the scene that greeted them made the captain stop short and draw his sword. Frodo was lying in the grass and Aragorn’s horse was standing over him. Aragorn was no where to be seen.

“Search the area!” The captain called out. “Find the King!”

The hobbits were quickly set down and the Guard dismounted and spread out, weapons drawn to search for their King. The captain took charge of Aragorn’s horse checking it for sighs of attack. He found none which only confused him more.

As soon as Sam’s feet hit the ground he was off at a full run toward Frodo. “Mr. Frodo! I’m here Mr. Frodo!” he yelled. He bent down beside Frodo, tears already streaming down his face. When he clearly saw Frodo for the first time, Sam became hysterical.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!” The scream dissolved into sobs. Sam gathered Frodo into his arms and rocked back and forth holding Frodo close to him. “Its my fault.” Sam said between sobs. “Its all my fault!”

Merry and Pippin were at Sam’s side trying to soothe Sam and get Frodo away from him. “Its not your fault Sam.” Merry said softly stroking Sam’s head and back. “Its not your fault.”

Sam pulled away and screamed “YES IT IS!!!!!!. I never should have left him alone!”

“Sam!” Pippin yelled. “If you had been there you would have been taken too! Or Killed!!” He softened his voice. “In all likelihood Ferny would have killed whoever was with Frodo and you wouldn’t have been able to stop him. None of us would have.”

“No” Sam whispered. “I suppose you are right.” He let Merry take Frodo away from him. Merry laid Frodo back on the grass and covered him again. He then carefully checked Frodo for signs of life. Pippin had Sam in an embrace, he looked at Merry over Sam’s shoulder. Merry nodded and Pippin breathed a sigh of relief.

Aragorn heard Sam’s cry and immediately headed back toward the stream. He ran into one of the guardsmen. “Your highness.....” the man started to say. Aragorn stopped him and said “Get back to the stream!!”

Aragorn raced on ahead. When he reached the stream he saw Sam rocking Frodo back and forth. He watched as Merry took Frodo from Sam and nod at Pippin. Aragorn slowly approached the hobbits. Merry looked up. “Aragorn!” Pippin turned his head. “Where were you?”

“I was gathering firewood.” Aragorn said.

“Your highness.” The Captain spoke up. “I realize you were once a Ranger and are capable of taking care of yourself but it is my job to protect you and make sure no harm comes to you! You gave us quite a fright just now!”

Aragorn smiled. “I am still, and will always be, a Ranger, Captain! I am not used to being protected. Now gather your men and get a fire started. We must keep Frodo warm.

The captain did as his King bade him. Aragorn knelt down by the hobbits. “I’m afraid there is nothing I can do except comfort Frodo with Athelas. You stay here with him and I will go gather some.” And with that Aragorn was off again. Jonas sent two of the Guards to keep an eye on Aragorn.

Sam just sat letting Pippin rock him. He could not believe that his master was in such bad shape and he still felt that it was his fault. He stared off into the distance sinking into a state of shock.