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, h/c
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.

Authors Note: Moriablackleaf, Thank you so much for reading and reviewing my story, I’m glad you like it. I too like to read a story behind the sex/pain. PWP’s just are not for me. As an aside, Sam’s dad is always referred to as “Gaffer”. I never understood the reasoning behind this but since it is that way in the books I put it that way in my story. The h/c is coming so keep reading!

Hobbitnapped

Chapter 4

As Ferny was running through the forest, Frodo came to. His head was throbbing and he felt like he was hanging upside down. He tried to straighten up and was rewarded with a quick jab of Fernys knife in his side. Frodo cried out against the gag in his mouth. “Here now, ya best be holdin still or I’ll drop ya on yer head!” Ferny yelled at him. Frodo immediately quit moving. “That’s better!” Ferny said. “We’re almost home anyway and then you’ll learn what’s what!” Frodo’s blood ran cold. He did not like the sound of that at all. ‘Oh Sam!’ Frodo thought ‘where are you?’

A short time later Ferny shook Frodo with a jerk of his shoulder. “We’re home” he said with a laugh. He carried Frodo into the shack and into the back room. Frodo felt himself flipped onto what felt like a bed. His head flew back and hit the hard surface. He cried out in pain and moaned as he lost consciousness. “Now lets have a look see.” Ferny said as he pulled the sack off over Frodo’s head. He was very disappointed to see that Frodo had passed out again. He grabbed Frodo’s shoulders and shook him mercilessly. “Wake up you stupid thing!” He yelled at Frodo. “Ahhh!” He spat in disgust when Frodo did not respond. He rolled Frodo on to his side and cut the rope binding his hands and let him fall to his back again. He placed each of Frodo’s wrists into the restraints he had fashioned earlier. He gave a quick tug on Frodo’s arms to make sure his hands would not slip through them. Satisfied that they wouldn’t he moved to the foot of the bed. Cutting the rope from Frodo’s legs, Ferny gave them a quick jerk pulling Frodo down toward the foot of the bed and pulling the chains that held his arms taught. He then put the restraints around Frodo’s ankles, shortening the chains so Frodo would be unable to move. Satisfied that Frodo would not be able to get away when he woke up, Ferny went to make himself some lunch. He had worked up quiet an appetite this morning.

Frodo awoke a short time later. His head was throbbing still and his arms and legs ached. He tried to move to a more comfortable position but could not. Then he remembered what had happened. He lifted his head and saw that he was tied spread eagle on a bed and noticed that his hands and feet were kind of numb and tingly. He tried to move his arms and legs to get proper circulation going again but found he was bound too tightly to move at all. Frodo lifted his head again to try to get a look around but was greeted with a wave of dizziness. He closed his eyes and laid his head back down. Just then he heard footsteps coming toward him. Frodo kept his eyes closed and tried to slow his breathing. He did not want his captor to know he was awake.

Ferny approached the bed. “Hum...still not awake yet? Well we’ll just see about that!” Ferny took out his knife and leaned close to Frodo’s face. He grinned when he saw the tale tell movement behind Frodo’s closed eyelids. He backed off a little bit, placed the tip of the blade against Frodo’s neck and lightly dragged the blade across it cutting the delicate skin. Frodo screamed against the gag in his mouth and his eyes filled with tears of pain and fear. Ferny laughed and stood up. “I knew ya wasn’t asleep ya little rat!” Frodo focused terror filled eyes on Ferny. “Do you know who I am?” Ferny asked. Frodo nodded, he remembered Bill Ferny all right. “Good” he said “then ya know why I brought ya here.” Frodo shook his head. Ferny placed the tip of his knife under Frodo’s chin. “Revenge!” he spat. “I had me a good thing going till you and yer friends ruined it!” He pushed harder with his knife drawing more blood from the soft tissue under Frodo’s chin. Frodo whimpered and closed his eyes. “Aw quit yer whimpering!” Ferny yelled. He withdrew the knife. “I ain’t gonna kill ya. Yet!” Ferny turned and left the room laughing.

Frodo’s thoughts immediately went to his friends. Were they all right or had they been taken too? Were they here somewhere? He had to know. Frodo took a deep breath and screamed Sam’s name as loud as he could manage with the gag in his mouth. He stopped and listened. When he heard nothing he screamed again. Still nothing. On the third scream Ferny had had enough. He stormed into the room and backhanded Frodo across the face. “Stop yer catterwallering!! Its giving me a headache!! Cain’t nobody hear ya anyhow. Its just you and me here.” Frodo relaxed a little. This was not lost on Ferny and he took advantage of it. “Worried ‘bout yer friends?” he said with a smile. “Don’t worry. Their safe at home right now. ‘cept for the fat one!” Frodo’s eyes went wide. “No!!” he screamed against the gag. “Left him bleeding in the ditch like a stuck pig I did.” Ferny laughed maliciously. “Oh and that pretty lass of his....tsk tsk”

“Rosie!!” Frodo tried to call out. Ferny turned and left the room. He slammed the door behind him. He chuckled to himself. It was a lie he knew, but that little rat in there didn’t. “I’ll let him waller in it for a while and then tell him the truth... or maybe I won’t.” He grinned to himself and walked off down the hall.