Title: Violated Trust Author: Flaming Red Oracle Summary: PWP! Innocent Frodo is violated by someone he trusts dearly--Aragorn! Note: No disrespect towards Aragorn is intended in this story, we all know that he is a great guy--and I love him, too! He's one of my favorite characters, so this is NOT an "Aragorn-bashing" fic. NO FLAMES PLEASE! Remember, this is an NCS "NC-17" story, read it at your own risk! Thank you. Also, this is the first "Aragorn/Frodo" rape-fic ever written (at least that I know of), it was written in early March of 2002. This is also taking place at an inn in an anonymous town. Enjoy! Warnings: Rape Disclaimer: As always, I do not own these characters because I'm not Tolkien! So please no suing, thank you. Rating: "NC-17" VIOLATED TRUST by Flaming Red Oracle Frodo felt glad to finally be able to relax and get some proper rest in a decent surrounding. At last, he was able to enjoy the comforts of a clean, quiet room. The room he was occupying was small, but cozy. Its accommodations were simple, yet practical. It had the basics: a square-shaped, wooden table with chairs set in a corner; a few candles scattered throughout the room; a plain rug; and a decent-sized bed (which interested the hobbit the most). Frodo yawned and stretched, feeling the tense muscles in his body loosen. He then removed his green cloak and slowly unbuttoned his dark-brown vest. Dressed only in his white blouse and short breeches, he walked over to the bed and crawled on top of it. Drawing back the quilted blankets, he snuggled in and pulled the warm covers over his small body. Just as he was about to lay his weary head upon the soft, feathered pillow, he heard a faint knock at the door. "Yes? Who is it?" he asked. After a moment of silence, there came a reply. "It's me, Frodo...it's Aragorn." "Aragorn?" "Yes...can I come in?" "Well, certainly, of course," Frodo answered. "Please, come in." The door slowly creaked open and Aragorn quietly entered the room. "I hope I'm not disturbing you." "Disturbing me? Don't be silly," Frodo chuckled. "I was just getting ready for bed, but I'm always in the mood for good company. Where are the others?" "Asleep," Aragorn replied. "We've had quite a busy day." "Yes, I know," said Frodo, yawning. "I'm a little exhausted myself, I can't wait to get some rest. This bed is wonderful, it feels like you're lying on a soft cloud." "Really?" Aragorn walked over to the bed and sat down next to Frodo. "It does seem very comfortable." "It reminds me so much of home. I'm glad we decided to stay the night at an inn, I was getting so tired of sleeping on the cold, hard ground." Aragorn laughed. "Me, too. This sure beats listening to the wolves howl." Frodo giggled, smiling up at the handsome man with bright, blue eyes. Aragorn stared into the hobbit's wide eyes with fascination. The halfling had the most beautiful and remarkable blue eyes the ranger had ever seen. His pupils were the color of sweet, summer skies. His round face was like that of a young, innocent child; his dark hair soft and curly. He reminded Aragorn of an adorable puppet or doll--so tiny and charming. The mortal man could not help but find the hobbit irresistible; a fact which sometimes made him feel rather awkward. A heavy wave of guilt swept over him, every time he found Frodo a little too tempting for his own good. Aragorn knew that his growing desire for the halfling was--needless to say--unnatural. His abnormal feelings greatly disturbed him...yet, they were feelings he could not deny. "Frodo? Can I ask you something?" "Of course, Aragorn," Frodo replied politely. "What is it?" Aragorn sat closer to the hobbit. "Frodo," he began, "how...how do you feel about me?" "How do I feel about you?" Frodo inquired. His heart fluttered like a butterfly in his chest. "Well...I...I'm very fond of you, Aragorn," he answered nervously; his cheeks blushing rosy-red. "Good," replied Aragorn, smiling broadly. "I'm glad to hear it, because I'm very fond of you, too." He stared at the halfling, amazed at how such a small creature could be so beautiful...so tempting. There was something about Frodo that heated Aragorn's blood, something that stirred a deep passion within him--that not even Arwen could create. He gently reached out and ran his fingers through the hobbit's soft, silky curls. Frodo's heart skipped a beat. Tiny goose-bumps tingled his flesh all over, his body quivered. He could not believe that Aragorn was actually touching him--running his fingers through his hair! It was enough to take his breath away. Aragorn removed his fingers from Frodo's dark hair and began caressing the hobbit's right cheek with the palm of his hand. The ranger's gentle touch felt wonderful against Frodo's smooth skin. Warmth rose to his cheeks, as he flushed furiously. "A--Aragorn?" he squeaked timidly. "Shh, don't speak," hushed Aragorn. His right forefinger outlined the shape of Frodo's delicate mouth, then lightly brushed over the hobbit's soft lips. Frodo was speechless, he could not believe what was happening! Swallowing hard, he squeezed his feathered eyelashes shut and savored in the passionate moment. "Frodo," Aragorn spoke softly, "there's something I have to tell you...something important." "What is it?" Aragorn felt hesitate to confess his true feelings and desires to the blue-eyed hobbit, but knew he had to get it off his chest. Gently, he grabbed Frodo's tiny hand and held it firmly. "Frodo..." he began reluctantly "...I've wanted you for the longest time." "You have?" Aragorn placed his warm hand on the hobbit's bare leg. "Oh, yes, Frodo," he answered. "I've wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you back at The Prancing Pony." Seductively, he ran his hand up Frodo's small leg. "I want to be with you, Frodo," he continued; pressing his hand firmer against the hobbit's flesh. "Not just as a friend, like the other members of the Fellowship, but as something much more. I...I want to love you." Frodo stared at the man with widened eyes. "You want to l--love me?" Aragorn nodded. "Yes--not in the brotherly fashion like dear Sam--but with the kind of love shared between two people who have feelings for one another." He gently drew Frodo's face close to his; their noses almost touching. "As a lover." Frodo trembled, as he felt the man's strong lips press against his! Locked in a powerful kiss, their slick tongues explored the warm, wet caverns of each other's mouth. Frodo shut his eyes and eagerly tasted Aragorn's sweetness. He had never been kissed before, and found the new experience exhilarating. Aragorn broke the kiss. Passion finally erupted inside him like a massive volcano. Suddenly, he felt overwhelmed with a raging flood of emotions. His desires became more urgent--almost desperate! There was just something about the hobbit that made the mortal man want him...something that unleashed a hungry demon. Was it his bright, blue eyes? His delicate features? Or was it simply his wonderful, childlike innocence? Aragorn could not tell for certain, but he knew that the handsome hobbit held some sort of undeniable power over him. He had to satisfy his uncontrollable desires once and for all! Without warning, he seized the waistline of Frodo's breeches and began pulling them down. Aragorn's crude actions alarmed Frodo. It seemed as though the situation had taken an unexpected turn--one that suddenly made Frodo feel very uncomfortable. "A--Aragorn! What are you doing?" he gasped. Kissing was one thing, but this was going too far! "I'm sorry, Frodo, but I must have you now! Don't worry, I'll be as gentle as possible, I promise." "Aragorn, stop! Please!" Frodo squealed; desperately trying to hold onto his clothing. Blinded by insatiable lust, Aragorn ignored Frodo's frightened pleas. He pulled off the hobbit's chestnut-brown breeches completely and tossed them to the floor. He took a moment to stare at the exposed halfling's naked flesh. Frodo's penis was small, but thick. The foreskin was a pale shade of rosy-pink. High above it was a nest of dark, fuzzy pubic curls. In spite of its petite size, it was no less appealing. Aragorn was greatly aroused by the sight of the halfing's delicious cock, it filled him with more desire than ever! He could feel his own powerful erection growing more intense by the minute. Unable to hold back any longer, he quickly removed his tight pants--releasing his engorged, red cock from its prison. The tip of his member was moist and ready. He smeared the milky fluid all over his throbbing organ for lubrication, then turned Frodo over onto his stomach. Frodo's eyes bulged with shock. He could not believe what was happening! Although he felt equally attracted to the striking man, the situation was out of control. Feelings or no feelings, he knew what the ranger was doing to him was wrong. And he also knew what was going to happen next! "ARAGORN! ARAGORN--PLEASE STOP! DON'T DO THIS!" he panicked. He tried to cover his bare buttocks with his hands, but Aragorn merely brushed them away. Aragorn began lightly massaging the hobbit's buttocks, then gently pried the tender cheeks apart--exposing Frodo's tiny anal hole. He could tell immediately that the hobbit was a virgin, which did not surprise him in the least. He had always suspected that Frodo was a virgin, for he was far too innocent and naive not to be. "Shh, just lay still and relax, Frodo," he ordered calmly. "Don't fight it and it'll be a lot easier for both of us." Frodo whimpered like a frightened child. He felt so ashamed and dirty, but there was nothing he could do. He could not defend himself against the human, because he was not strong enough. Yet, he was also too afraid to call for help, because that would mean that the others would have to see him in his disgraceful state--and he would much rather die, than allow Sam to witness his crude violation! All he could do was suffer in silence and pray that the nightmare would be over soon. Without further warning, Aragorn pressed the hardened head of his swollen cock against the tight entrance of Frodo's anus and penetrated into him with a mighty thrust! Frodo cried out in excruciating pain, as he felt the man's burning organ force its way deep into his fragile body! It felt as though his insides were being brutally torn apart! He bit down hard on his bottom lip (drawing blood) and dug his fingernails deep into the quilted covers. "AHHH--ARAGORN! STOP! PLEASE STOP--YOU'RE HURTING ME!" he screamed; with tears of agony flooding down his pale cheeks. Aragorn was consumed with pure ecstasy. Animal lust had enraptured him, almost to the point of being unaware of Frodo's suffering. Harder and harder, he thrust inside the helpless hobbit, delighting in the sweet pleasure of the tight heat. Over and over again, he pulled out and pushed in with a steady rhythm--each satisfying thrust better than the first. Finally, he exploded with an incredible orgasm, ejaculating his hot seed into Frodo's ravished body. Panting for breath, the ranger pulled up his pants and wiped the sweat from his oily brow. Frodo remained perfectly still, barely conscious. His whole body throbbed with unspeakable pain. Warm blood leaked from inside his bruised inner thighs; dribbling down both his legs. Bitter tears soaked his feathered pillow. How could Aragorn have done this to him? How could the man, who had sworn to protect him to the very end, have hurt him so badly? When Aragorn finally realized the terrible crime he had committed, he panicked. "Frodo! Frodo! Are you all right?" He turned the injured halfling over onto his back. "Frodo! Say something!" "A--Aragorn...why...why d--did you hurt me?" Frodo mumbled weakly; still trembling. A sudden rush of guilt swept over Aragorn like a tidal wave. How could he have been so damn wicked and selfish to the one he treasured the most? "Oh no--Frodo! What have I done?" He carefully lifted the hobbit and cradled him soothingly in his arms. "What have I done? I am such a monster!" Tears of shame and regret streamed down his face. "Please forgive me, Frodo! I--I never meant to hurt you, I swear it!" He gently laid Frodo back down and pulled the blankets over him. "Please believe me, Frodo, I'm so sorry. Forgive me." Devoured with guilt, he quietly turned and left the room--unable to stay a minute longer. The ranger knew in his anguished heart, he could never forgive himself for harming his beloved friend...not as long as he lived. Nor could Frodo. Title: Violated Trust Part 2: Painful Dawn Summary: This is the sequel to "Violated Trust", it takes place the very next morning. After being violated by Aragorn, Frodo struggles to cope with his assault and finds comfort in his best friend Sam. Important: If you haven't read the first part--"Violated Trust", then read it first, or else this story will make no sense. Thank you. This fic was written on March 10, 2002. Warnings: None Disclaimer: As always, I do not own these characters because I'm not Tolkien! So please no suing, thank you. Rating: "PG" VIOLATED TRUST PART 2: PAINFUL DAWN by Flaming Red Oracle It was early dawn, when Frodo finally awoke. His whole body ached with pain; especially in his tender, inner thigh area. The soreness existed both inside and out, it was unlike any pain he had experienced before. Remembering what had happened during the terrible night, caused the hobbit to break out in cold shivers. He still couldn't believe it! How could Aragorn have done such an awful thing? The man had sworn to protect him with his life! He was the one and only Ringbearer, for godsake! Why did it happen? Frodo was so confused and angry, he knew he would have to find the answers...but that would mean having to confront the very man who had brutally attacked him! Frodo didn't know how to approach the ranger, or whether or not he would even have the courage. But still, the hobbit knew he'd have to try--no matter what the cost. Wearily, he slowly crawled out of bed (leaving behind bloodstained covers) and headed towards a large, round bowl set upon a small table. He dipped a nearby rag into the water-filled bowl and began washing himself off; paying extra close attention to his inner thigh area-- which was crusty with dried semen and blood. Once he had finished cleaning himself off, he quickly dressed and left the room. Outside the inn, the fresh air was cool and crisp; lingering with a sweet scent. The sky was a beautiful combination of gold, pink, and lavender. Tiny beads of dew were still visible upon the damp ground. Everything seemed so alive and new. Frodo found his way to the other members of the Fellowship, who were waiting to greet him. "Good morning, Frodo" said Sam, smiling cheerfully. "Did you have a good night's sleep?" Frodo swallowed hard, hesitate to answer. He timidly glanced over at Aragorn (who was standing only a few feet away) and frowned. "No...no, Sam. I'm afraid I didn't," he answered gravely. Sam noticed the grim look on his master's pale face and wondered what was wrong. "Is something the matter, Mr. Frodo?" he asked innocently. "You look as though something is troubling you." Frodo and Aragorn exchanged silent glances at each other, waiting to see if the other would speak. Aragorn, still wracked with guilt, turned away from the hobbit with a sour face. He solemnly walked away from his friends in search of solitude. He longed for a quiet place to escape his shame and resolve his tormented thoughts. He feared it was only a matter of time before the other members discovered his evil secret. How would he be able to face them--once the skeleton was released from the closet? He feared the worst. The Fellowship watched their leader walk away with burning curiosity. "Where is Strider going?" asked Sam. "Does he have to relieve himself, or something?" Only Frodo knew the terrible truth. "No, Sam, I don't think he has to relieve himself. I think he wants to be alone." "Alone? What for? It's early in the morning and we should get going. We've got a lot of ground we have to cover," Sam replied. "We don't have any time to waste." "You're absolutely right, Sam," said Frodo. "But...there is something I wish to discuss with you in private, if you could spare me a moment." He knew if he didn't tell someone about what happened soon, he would surely go insane! He just had to get it off his chest. And-- next to Bilbo--Sam was his closest companion. He would understand and listen with an open heart. "Come, Sam, I need to speak with you at once." "Well, alright, Mr. Frodo. If you say so." Frodo gently took Sam by the arm, and they disappeared into a thick patch of trees; leaving the rest of the group behind to ponder what was going on. They passed several tall, evergreen trees, until they found a safe, secluded spot for their discussion. They stopped and turned to each other. "So, Mr. Frodo," Sam began, puzzled. "What is this all about?" Frodo didn't quite know how to begin, for what he was about to say was a very difficult thing to explain...especially to his best friend. What would Sam say when he found out? What would he do? Frodo was too afraid to know the answer, but it just had to be done. There was no other way around it. "Sam, I...I need to tell you something." Sam raised an intrigued eyebrow. "What is it?" Frodo coughed and cleared his throat, then replied hesitantly, "Well, Sam, what I'm going to tell you is not easy for me, in fact, it's the hardest thing I've ever had to say to anyone in my whole life." "Speak on," encouraged Sam. Knots twisted and tightened in the pit of Frodo's stomach. "Last night, something awful happened between me and Aragorn...something that was just not right." "Not right?" Sam inquired. "Like what?" "It's very difficult to explain, dear Sam," Frodo continued, with a heavy sigh. "The only reason I'm telling you this, is because you're my dearest friend and I know I can trust you with a secret. Plus, if I don't tell someone soon--I'm going to explode!" "Does this awful secret have something to do with Sauron's Ring?" asked Sam. "No, Sam, though I wish it did," Frodo replied, "for what I have to tell you is far worse than anything we've encountered with the Ring. My secret is somewhat...personal." "Personal?" "Yes. You see...last night...when I was getting ready for bed...Aragorn came to my room for a visit. And at first we talked for a while, but then...then something bad happened. He started to do strange things to me, things that made me feel very uncomfortable." Sam swallowed hard. He definitely did not like where the conversation was headed. "What sort of strange things?" he pressed on. Tears filled Frodo's blue eyes; spilling over onto his cheeks. "Oh, Sam, I...I feel so unclean...so ashamed! Aragorn started kissing me, and then fondling me, and then he...he removed my breeches and..." Sam's heart leaped in his chest. Now it all made perfect sense, now he understood the reason for Frodo and Aragorn's bizarre behavior! Aragorn had raped Frodo! Sam shuddered at the very thought of his beloved master being violated by the man he trusted most. Frodo wiped away tears, as he continued. "Sam, he stole my innocence! I gave no consent--but he took me anyway! He took me by force!" Sam stood silent, with widened eyes and a gasping mouth. His face was white with shock! He could not believe his ears! Anger boiled and raged inside him, he grew hot with fury. Clenching his fists tightly, he shouted, "Aragorn violated you!" "Yes, Sam...he did!" Frodo exclaimed. He choked back a sob. "I didn't want to do it, Sam, I begged him to stop--but he wouldn't! I feel so dirty, I don't know what to do!" Sam's rage erupted. "Well, I know exactly what to do, Mr. Frodo!" he growled. "I'm going to take my sword and run that good-for-nothing bastard clear through!" He reached for his scabbard and pulled out his long sword. Squeezing the hilt tightly, he raised the gleaming weapon high in the air with vengeance. "I'LL KILL ARAGORN!" Frodo was alarmed. "No, Sam, no!" he pleaded. "You can't kill Aragorn!" "Yes I can--just watch me!" swore Sam. "I'll teach him not to hurt the ones I love! And if the others try to interfere and stop me, then I'll show them, too! No one harms my Mr. Frodo and gets away with it!" Frodo grabbed Sam's shoulders and lightly shook him. "No, Sam, you mustn't say such awful things! I know what Aragorn did to me was wrong, but you still can't kill him! Please listen to me, Sam. Aragorn may have made a terrible mistake, but he is still our leader--no matter what. And besides, he is a strong man and you are just a...well, a hobbit. Men are much stronger and more powerful than we small hobbits. If you try to pick a fight to the death with a skilled warrior like him, you will surely die! Face it, Sam, as noble as your intentions may be, you just don't stand a chance against Aragorn. And then what will I do, if you are killed? I couldn't go on living without you by my side, you're my dearest friend...I need you." Sam sighed heavily and placed his weapon back into its proper place. Realizing that his wise master was correct, he frowned with defeat. "I suppose you're right, Mr. Frodo," he mumbled. "If you think it's best, then I won't try and go after Aragorn. I won't go against your wishes." Frodo smiled gently. "Thank you, Sam, I am grateful. Please promise me that you won't tell the others about what happened. We can't afford to allow anything to come between us and our important mission to destroy the Ring, do you understand?" Sam looked down at the ground. "Yes, sir," he grumbled sourly. "I won't tell." "Good," said Frodo, greatly relieved. "Now, we had better get back to the others, or else they'll become worried and start looking for us." "As you wish, Mr. Frodo." The two hobbits turned and began walking back towards their group. When they returned, they found their friends still standing exactly where they had left them. Even Aragorn had joined them from his seclusion. The Fellowship was together again. Before they had started off on their long journey, Aragorn cautiously approached Frodo; with tears in his eyes. A grave expression covered his face--it was the look of self-loathing and remorse. "Frodo," he spoke softly, "I...I truly am sorry about last night. I never meant to hurt you, and I know I have no right to speak with you now. I don't blame you if you hated me, for I hate myself. I hope, someday, you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I do love you and care about you as a friend, and I will carry my shame until the day I die." A tiny tear trickled down his stubbly cheek. "Please believe me, Frodo...I really am sorry." Frodo's bitter heart softened. He could tell that the man's apology was sincere and full of guilt. He decided to calm his anger and offered the ranger a kind smile. "It's all right, Aragorn. Speak no more, I forgive you. Now, let us not mention it anymore. Come, we must continue our quest. For we still have a long way to go, and we have already lost too much time as it is." Aragorn returned the hobbit's smile with one of his own. He was grateful for the halfling's forgiveness--though he knew he did not deserve it. "Let us be on our way...and thank you, little one." With the morning sun shining upon their backs, the Fellowship headed off towards their next destination...never stopping for a moment to look back.