Drabble: Defense
Nov. 20th, 2010 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
claudia603“Sit.”
Eomer grabbed Frodo’s shoulder and pushed him down to the bed, his face merciless, like the warrior he was. A chilled fear curdled Frodo’s stomach. Eomer had found out, and he could say nothing to defend himself because it was true.
What would Eomer do? Banish him from the kingdom? Hurt him?
Eomer paced the room like a trapped animal before quietly asking, “Why?”
“I do not know,” Frodo admitted. “I can’t seem to help it.”
“It is not the first time—half my guards have tasted your flesh—“
Frodo unbuttoned his shirt, breathing hard. “Take me.”