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claudia603*Sigh* Why do I hate Butterbur so?
Title: Bree Games 11/?
Author: Claudia
Pairing: F/A, F/Vik, F/everyone else
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo goes to Bree to look for Bilbo after he leaves. There are some roads Frodo should never have taken…
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story notes: More fluff… This is probably my ultimate in Frodo filth. Prostitution, graphic sex, other crimes to Tolkien, mpreg? Heh. Not yet, but I’m open to it. I mean, I’m RILLY going to Tolkien Hell for this one.
Bree Games 11
“Don’t touch me!” Frodo suddenly yelled, scrambling away from Vik’s touch, pulling up his breeches. He wanted to bolt from the room, to never see this captivating and kind man, who must think Frodo was the lowest form of dirt. But if he left, he might end up with someone like Harry for the rest of the night. He shrank against the bed board, hugging his knees to his chest.
“Frodo…” Vik said, crawling cautiously toward him.
“Leave me be.”
“Do you mean it?” Vik said. “I do not wish to, but I will leave, if that is what you want. I wanted to give you some peace, and I had thought that I…well, maybe it was too much to assume on my part, but I thought maybe that you would consider me a pleasant way to spend an evening.”
“I am dirty to you,” Frodo said. “And to myself. I left the Shire to find Bilbo, but what would he think if he could see me now?”
“Here now,” Vik said, gathering Frodo into his arms. “I did not mean to hurt you in any way. That’s the last thing I would want.”
“I’m not like this, Vik,” Frodo said, covering his face with his hands. “I come from a good family.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Vik said, holding Frodo tighter. “I know you’ve gotten pulled into a situation no longer in your control and I want to help you. I will offer to pay Butterbur off.”
Frodo looked up at him, his eyes dark and furious. “So you can own me as Butterbur does now?”
Vik’s cheeks reddened as if Frodo had slapped him hard. He seemed to fumble for something to say for several seconds, and Frodo felt guilty for being so cruel. He trusted Vik, and he knew the Man had good intentions.
“Frodo, I…” Vik started, grasping Frodo’s hand and squeezing.
“I’m sorry,” Frodo said, looking down. “I did not mean it. I know you are a good and honest man.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Vik said, stroking Frodo’s hand with gentle fingers. “Because I am so taken with you. I want you free so that…Well, I will take you home to the Shire if that is what you desire, or you could…” he swallowed. “This isn’t easy for me to say. Perhaps if Bree hasn’t turned you off of the world of Men forever, and you want more adventure, perhaps you could come with me to my village of Thrushwood. I will be in Bree but for another week, and I must return to my duties.” Frodo was silent, awed by what Vik was asking of him. He held his breath, afraid to break the spell.
Vik grew more confident as he didn’t see Frodo protesting right away. “You would be safe. Thrushwood is not like Bree. The folk that live there are hard working and kind. My job as captain of lawmen gets rather dull most of the time. Occasionally I deal with a tavern brawl or a drunk disturbing the peace, but—“
“Yes,” Frodo said, still looking at his hands, his cheeks heating.
“I promise if you came that you would be happy—“ Vik looked at Frodo sharply. “Did you say yes?”
Frodo nodded, so happy that he could not speak. Vik would save him from this dreadful place. He would be free, and he would be with a man with whom he had already in so short a time fallen in love.
“I want to speak to Butterbur now, to make the deal.”
Frodo could not help but grin, as he had not yet seen Vik so eager.
Then he sighed, serious again. “Wait. I will go with you. I do not trust Butterbur.”
Frodo and Vik left the room and hovered in the corridor, near the entrance to the Common Room. The room was thick with smoke, and the roar of Men already loud from drink.
Frodo caught Butterbur’s attention and beckoned to him. The fat innkeeper wiped his hands on his apron and bustled quickly to them.
“Is there a problem?” Butterbur asked.
“No problem, we hope,” Vik said with a nervous smile. “I’ve come to make a deal. I want to buy Frodo’s freedom from you.”
Butterbur looked surprised for only a moment before his mouth formed into a grim line. “How can you do that? I do not hold him here against his will.”
Frodo’s heart plunged. He should have known Butterbur would not let him go so easily. He hoped Vik was smart about such matters.
“What of his debt?” Vik demanded. “It was eight coins, am I right -- an outrageous and probably false claim to begin with.” Vik held out a leather pouch full of coins. “I will give you twelve.”
Butterbur began to laugh, and Frodo’s heart pattered nervously. He wished Vik would just sweep him up off his feet and run out of the inn with him, because he had the feeling something dreadful was going to happen.
“What amuses you?” Vik asked heatedly. “I am making a serious proposal.”
“I erased his debt,” Butterbur said. “Did I not, Frodo?” The innkeeper cast a deliberate glance out into the Common Room, and Frodo followed his gaze. The lawman that Butterbur had been talking to a few days earlier was deep in conversation with the mysterious ranger he had named Strider.
“Yes,” Frodo said, his throat filling, unable to look at Vik.
“This is true?” Vik asked Frodo, his eyes dark with hurt. “You do this willingly?”
Frodo looked at Butterbur beseechingly, but he did not dare to speak. If he misspoke, Butterbur would call out to the lawman to arrest him, and Vik would have no jurisdiction to stop it.
“Aye, he does it willingly,” Butterbur said. “He gets to keep about 30% of everything he makes, which is very generous, considering I cloth and feed him, as well as let him sleep here for free. He probably already has this amount that you are offering me.”
“Butterbur…” Frodo said, barely able to breathe through his misery. “I will give you—“ But a warning look from the innkeeper silenced him.
“So it wasn’t true that you were down on your luck,” Vik said to Frodo, swallowing in wounded disgust, and his voice trembled. “I can’t believe I allowed myself to be so deceived.”
Frodo looked at him, silently begging him to realize that something was wrong.
“These whores will do anything to get sympathy,” Butterbur said. “Your coins are best spent elsewhere.” Butterbur pushed the leather pouch toward Vik.
“It would seem so,” Vik said, and casting a final bitter look toward Frodo, he pushed past Butterbur and strode through the Common Room and out of the inn. Frodo watched in devastation, his throat filling in desperate pain.
Title: Bree Games 11/?
Author: Claudia
Pairing: F/A, F/Vik, F/everyone else
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo goes to Bree to look for Bilbo after he leaves. There are some roads Frodo should never have taken…
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
Story notes: More fluff… This is probably my ultimate in Frodo filth. Prostitution, graphic sex, other crimes to Tolkien, mpreg? Heh. Not yet, but I’m open to it. I mean, I’m RILLY going to Tolkien Hell for this one.
Bree Games 11
“Don’t touch me!” Frodo suddenly yelled, scrambling away from Vik’s touch, pulling up his breeches. He wanted to bolt from the room, to never see this captivating and kind man, who must think Frodo was the lowest form of dirt. But if he left, he might end up with someone like Harry for the rest of the night. He shrank against the bed board, hugging his knees to his chest.
“Frodo…” Vik said, crawling cautiously toward him.
“Leave me be.”
“Do you mean it?” Vik said. “I do not wish to, but I will leave, if that is what you want. I wanted to give you some peace, and I had thought that I…well, maybe it was too much to assume on my part, but I thought maybe that you would consider me a pleasant way to spend an evening.”
“I am dirty to you,” Frodo said. “And to myself. I left the Shire to find Bilbo, but what would he think if he could see me now?”
“Here now,” Vik said, gathering Frodo into his arms. “I did not mean to hurt you in any way. That’s the last thing I would want.”
“I’m not like this, Vik,” Frodo said, covering his face with his hands. “I come from a good family.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Vik said, holding Frodo tighter. “I know you’ve gotten pulled into a situation no longer in your control and I want to help you. I will offer to pay Butterbur off.”
Frodo looked up at him, his eyes dark and furious. “So you can own me as Butterbur does now?”
Vik’s cheeks reddened as if Frodo had slapped him hard. He seemed to fumble for something to say for several seconds, and Frodo felt guilty for being so cruel. He trusted Vik, and he knew the Man had good intentions.
“Frodo, I…” Vik started, grasping Frodo’s hand and squeezing.
“I’m sorry,” Frodo said, looking down. “I did not mean it. I know you are a good and honest man.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Vik said, stroking Frodo’s hand with gentle fingers. “Because I am so taken with you. I want you free so that…Well, I will take you home to the Shire if that is what you desire, or you could…” he swallowed. “This isn’t easy for me to say. Perhaps if Bree hasn’t turned you off of the world of Men forever, and you want more adventure, perhaps you could come with me to my village of Thrushwood. I will be in Bree but for another week, and I must return to my duties.” Frodo was silent, awed by what Vik was asking of him. He held his breath, afraid to break the spell.
Vik grew more confident as he didn’t see Frodo protesting right away. “You would be safe. Thrushwood is not like Bree. The folk that live there are hard working and kind. My job as captain of lawmen gets rather dull most of the time. Occasionally I deal with a tavern brawl or a drunk disturbing the peace, but—“
“Yes,” Frodo said, still looking at his hands, his cheeks heating.
“I promise if you came that you would be happy—“ Vik looked at Frodo sharply. “Did you say yes?”
Frodo nodded, so happy that he could not speak. Vik would save him from this dreadful place. He would be free, and he would be with a man with whom he had already in so short a time fallen in love.
“I want to speak to Butterbur now, to make the deal.”
Frodo could not help but grin, as he had not yet seen Vik so eager.
Then he sighed, serious again. “Wait. I will go with you. I do not trust Butterbur.”
Frodo and Vik left the room and hovered in the corridor, near the entrance to the Common Room. The room was thick with smoke, and the roar of Men already loud from drink.
Frodo caught Butterbur’s attention and beckoned to him. The fat innkeeper wiped his hands on his apron and bustled quickly to them.
“Is there a problem?” Butterbur asked.
“No problem, we hope,” Vik said with a nervous smile. “I’ve come to make a deal. I want to buy Frodo’s freedom from you.”
Butterbur looked surprised for only a moment before his mouth formed into a grim line. “How can you do that? I do not hold him here against his will.”
Frodo’s heart plunged. He should have known Butterbur would not let him go so easily. He hoped Vik was smart about such matters.
“What of his debt?” Vik demanded. “It was eight coins, am I right -- an outrageous and probably false claim to begin with.” Vik held out a leather pouch full of coins. “I will give you twelve.”
Butterbur began to laugh, and Frodo’s heart pattered nervously. He wished Vik would just sweep him up off his feet and run out of the inn with him, because he had the feeling something dreadful was going to happen.
“What amuses you?” Vik asked heatedly. “I am making a serious proposal.”
“I erased his debt,” Butterbur said. “Did I not, Frodo?” The innkeeper cast a deliberate glance out into the Common Room, and Frodo followed his gaze. The lawman that Butterbur had been talking to a few days earlier was deep in conversation with the mysterious ranger he had named Strider.
“Yes,” Frodo said, his throat filling, unable to look at Vik.
“This is true?” Vik asked Frodo, his eyes dark with hurt. “You do this willingly?”
Frodo looked at Butterbur beseechingly, but he did not dare to speak. If he misspoke, Butterbur would call out to the lawman to arrest him, and Vik would have no jurisdiction to stop it.
“Aye, he does it willingly,” Butterbur said. “He gets to keep about 30% of everything he makes, which is very generous, considering I cloth and feed him, as well as let him sleep here for free. He probably already has this amount that you are offering me.”
“Butterbur…” Frodo said, barely able to breathe through his misery. “I will give you—“ But a warning look from the innkeeper silenced him.
“So it wasn’t true that you were down on your luck,” Vik said to Frodo, swallowing in wounded disgust, and his voice trembled. “I can’t believe I allowed myself to be so deceived.”
Frodo looked at him, silently begging him to realize that something was wrong.
“These whores will do anything to get sympathy,” Butterbur said. “Your coins are best spent elsewhere.” Butterbur pushed the leather pouch toward Vik.
“It would seem so,” Vik said, and casting a final bitter look toward Frodo, he pushed past Butterbur and strode through the Common Room and out of the inn. Frodo watched in devastation, his throat filling in desperate pain.