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claudia603Yeah, more crack!fic indeed...
“What do ya want me to do now?” the guard asked.
“Get me a clean knife,” Strider said. “We’ll need something to cut the cord when it’s born.”
The guard could barely hide his scorn and that made Frodo particularly angry as a new pain gripped his belly. “Leave me alone, you filth!”
“Hey!” The guard looked at Frodo with a threatening glare, but he walked away when Strider gazed at him with steady gray eyes.
Frodo clutched at his belly and moaned, thrusting his legs in all directions.
“Easy, easy,” Strider said. He fumbled at the buttons to Frodo’s breeches, but his fingers slipped off several times. “These confounded buttons of yours, makes it near impossible to undo your breeches.”
“You had no trouble with the same button eight months ago, before you left me,” Frodo said in a near growl, and Strider looked at him in surprise.
“Frodo,” Strider said, at last snagging the button open. “I did not know.”
“Is it your usual practice to enjoy a night of love and then disappear into the wild, without even a farewell?”
“Yes,” Strider said as he gently shoved clean towels on the cot beneath Frodo’s bottom and pulled the breeches down. Frodo felt that his breeches were sticky with blood and he was afraid to look down to see what blood formed on the white towels. “I am a ranger, Frodo. That is what we do. Though I humbly beg your pardon for not saying farewell. I thought it would be too painful, not knowing when I would be back.”
“I thought you had used me,” Frodo said. “It’s happened before, here in Bree. Men like the idea of a night with a Shire hobbit. To them, it’s like conquering a prize. Shire hobbits are supposed to be rare and exotic and modest, difficult to seduce. They did not know that I was so hungry for anything—“ His tale of woe was cut off by a particularly nasty cramp. He tried to breathe as Aragorn suggested but he ended up shouting and flailing his arms around instead.
“Breathe, Frodo,” Strider said calmly, breathing deeply and letting his breath out in calm gasps. How could he sit before Frodo so calmly when he could not possibly understand this pain, when he had caused this pain? He had never and would probably never face such agony.
Frodo shouted out the foulest curse he could think of, something that Bilbo had once whispered to him that he had heard from the goblins under the Misty Mountains. He had a satisfying moment to see Strider’s calm façade turn to shock before Frodo punched him fiercely in the belly. Strider actually stumbled backward in surprise and in pain.
“What do ya want me to do now?” the guard asked.
“Get me a clean knife,” Strider said. “We’ll need something to cut the cord when it’s born.”
The guard could barely hide his scorn and that made Frodo particularly angry as a new pain gripped his belly. “Leave me alone, you filth!”
“Hey!” The guard looked at Frodo with a threatening glare, but he walked away when Strider gazed at him with steady gray eyes.
Frodo clutched at his belly and moaned, thrusting his legs in all directions.
“Easy, easy,” Strider said. He fumbled at the buttons to Frodo’s breeches, but his fingers slipped off several times. “These confounded buttons of yours, makes it near impossible to undo your breeches.”
“You had no trouble with the same button eight months ago, before you left me,” Frodo said in a near growl, and Strider looked at him in surprise.
“Frodo,” Strider said, at last snagging the button open. “I did not know.”
“Is it your usual practice to enjoy a night of love and then disappear into the wild, without even a farewell?”
“Yes,” Strider said as he gently shoved clean towels on the cot beneath Frodo’s bottom and pulled the breeches down. Frodo felt that his breeches were sticky with blood and he was afraid to look down to see what blood formed on the white towels. “I am a ranger, Frodo. That is what we do. Though I humbly beg your pardon for not saying farewell. I thought it would be too painful, not knowing when I would be back.”
“I thought you had used me,” Frodo said. “It’s happened before, here in Bree. Men like the idea of a night with a Shire hobbit. To them, it’s like conquering a prize. Shire hobbits are supposed to be rare and exotic and modest, difficult to seduce. They did not know that I was so hungry for anything—“ His tale of woe was cut off by a particularly nasty cramp. He tried to breathe as Aragorn suggested but he ended up shouting and flailing his arms around instead.
“Breathe, Frodo,” Strider said calmly, breathing deeply and letting his breath out in calm gasps. How could he sit before Frodo so calmly when he could not possibly understand this pain, when he had caused this pain? He had never and would probably never face such agony.
Frodo shouted out the foulest curse he could think of, something that Bilbo had once whispered to him that he had heard from the goblins under the Misty Mountains. He had a satisfying moment to see Strider’s calm façade turn to shock before Frodo punched him fiercely in the belly. Strider actually stumbled backward in surprise and in pain.
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Date: 2004-04-02 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-02 05:29 am (UTC)Ahhh.... sounds like MY mum when I was born. :D
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Date: 2004-04-02 05:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-02 06:44 am (UTC)“Yes,” Strider said
*snerk* At least he's honest. You know what? I wanna read about that one-night stand. Pweeeeeeease write it!
And I'm glad to see Frood getting his revenge. Somebody's gotta unsettle Aragorn a bit.
Kisses.
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Date: 2004-04-03 06:14 am (UTC)All my money goes to Frood
Date: 2004-04-03 09:28 am (UTC)Ellie
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Date: 2004-04-03 09:54 am (UTC)Oh, I love that... talk about justification! :) Hee... great chapter... and we're getting to the really GOOD stuff, too. *Hyperventilates* And of course, I'm most enjoying this rowdy Frodo, beating up---or trying to beat up---on Aragorn. He's quite a little vindictive thing, isn't he, and who can blame him? I love it.
This is great... cannot wait for the next chapter, you know. And lovely little details you've added, too.
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Date: 2004-04-03 09:58 am (UTC)Re: All my money goes to Frood
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Date: 2004-04-05 08:03 am (UTC)Kisses.