Jail Keeper, rated G
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claudia603Author: Claudia
Title: Jail Keeper
Pairing: None
Rating: G is for fluffy jail fic! ;D
Summary: Frodo is mortified that Strider knows he is under house arrest.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” Strider leaned against the window sill of Frodo’s round front window. “Did you think I would not see you draw the curtains shut when I knocked?”
Frodo could barely manage to meet Strider’s wounded gaze. All of Bree knew what had happened a week ago when Frodo had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Frodo was not the only target of gossip, of course, but there had never before been a brawl in the Prancing Pony, the kind where tables and chairs were flung about, where cutlery was smashed, and where cuts and bruises had led to the local healer being overwhelmed by patients.
“What is it?” Strider persisted. “Have I done something to offend?”
“Certainly you’ve heard,” Frodo said. His cheeks flamed hot. He managed to look at Strider at last.
“About your house arrest?” Strider said with a barely concealed grin.
“It’s hardly amusing,” Frodo said. “Me? A gentlehobbit from the Shire arrested for brawling? I was hiding under a table trying to avoid being squashed by people twice my size. Brawling!” He grunted his disgust at the whole matter. “It’s the sort of thing that Lotho Sackville-Baggins would have been involved with.”
Strider laughed long and hard. “I imagine you could have flung a chair or two with good aim.”
“Don’t laugh,” Frodo said. He threw a blueberry muffin out the window at Strider. It hit him on the shoulder and bounced into an overgrown bush nearby. “It’s the loveliest day of spring so far and I’m not allowed even to step outside in my garden. House arrest for two weeks.”
“Let me in,” Strider said. “I think we can manage to have some outdoor time.”
Frodo unlatched his front door. “That’s all well for you to say, but they could drop by at any time to check on me. If I’m not found in my house, they will take me to the lockholes.”
“Ah,” Strider said. “That could be a problem indeed, but what you do not know is that I am the one who has been asked to keep watch over you.”
“In that case,” Frodo said with a wide grin. “I’ve a whole second breakfast ready to be served out in the back garden, which I suppose was your plan all along.”
Strider only chuckled to himself.
END
Title: Jail Keeper
Pairing: None
Rating: G is for fluffy jail fic! ;D
Summary: Frodo is mortified that Strider knows he is under house arrest.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” Strider leaned against the window sill of Frodo’s round front window. “Did you think I would not see you draw the curtains shut when I knocked?”
Frodo could barely manage to meet Strider’s wounded gaze. All of Bree knew what had happened a week ago when Frodo had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Frodo was not the only target of gossip, of course, but there had never before been a brawl in the Prancing Pony, the kind where tables and chairs were flung about, where cutlery was smashed, and where cuts and bruises had led to the local healer being overwhelmed by patients.
“What is it?” Strider persisted. “Have I done something to offend?”
“Certainly you’ve heard,” Frodo said. His cheeks flamed hot. He managed to look at Strider at last.
“About your house arrest?” Strider said with a barely concealed grin.
“It’s hardly amusing,” Frodo said. “Me? A gentlehobbit from the Shire arrested for brawling? I was hiding under a table trying to avoid being squashed by people twice my size. Brawling!” He grunted his disgust at the whole matter. “It’s the sort of thing that Lotho Sackville-Baggins would have been involved with.”
Strider laughed long and hard. “I imagine you could have flung a chair or two with good aim.”
“Don’t laugh,” Frodo said. He threw a blueberry muffin out the window at Strider. It hit him on the shoulder and bounced into an overgrown bush nearby. “It’s the loveliest day of spring so far and I’m not allowed even to step outside in my garden. House arrest for two weeks.”
“Let me in,” Strider said. “I think we can manage to have some outdoor time.”
Frodo unlatched his front door. “That’s all well for you to say, but they could drop by at any time to check on me. If I’m not found in my house, they will take me to the lockholes.”
“Ah,” Strider said. “That could be a problem indeed, but what you do not know is that I am the one who has been asked to keep watch over you.”
“In that case,” Frodo said with a wide grin. “I’ve a whole second breakfast ready to be served out in the back garden, which I suppose was your plan all along.”
Strider only chuckled to himself.
END