Title: Stolen Night 1/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Faramir 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Sam are in Ithilian in need of some comfort and a break from
the ring. He is being held by the Captain of Gondor who is having a bit of
trouble dealing with the loss of his beloved brother and Frodo wishes to ease
his pain. It will be a stolen night that will change Frodo's life forever.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?
Warning: Comfort sex - graphic.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask – I will most likely say yes! Thanks!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Many of the references in the story line are movie related and there
are some movie quotes. Other than this… have fun! Special thanks to the sewer
bunnies who encourage my misbehavior when I inflicted this upon them… especially
Sue, Vic and Trish who became my cheering section!

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Installment One – A Heartfelt Loss

The sun was bright and hot on that October morning. But there was a cool breeze
that made the air crisp and clean. Frodo looked out upon the party field below
Bag End, enjoying the peace of the sunrise.  The ache in his shoulder was
finally dissipating after weeks of torture.  Sam joined him on the stoop handing
him a cup of tea with a smile.

“Thank you Sam. Beautiful morning.”

“That it is Mr. Frodo, that it is. You must be feeling better today, this is the
first time you’ve been out of your bed in weeks.” Sam said looking on his friend
who was lost in his own thoughts.  

“I am Sam.” Frodo replied. He handed the teacup back to Sam and started walking
down the front path. “ I think I’m going to take a walk, clear my head.”

“Wait a moment and I’ll go with you…”

“No Sam, I need some time to myself” Frodo said with a smile as walked through
the gate. “Don’t worry Sam, I’ll be alright.” Sam stood watching Frodo walk
away, concern about his dear friend still etched on his face.

Frodo made his way through the paths of Hobbiton. Friends would wave and smile
as he passed; yet none came too close.  Their reverence for his great deeds in
the past and the fear of the evil that still vexed him made them keep their
distance.  

Following the small path into the woods, Frodo found himself in his childhood
haunts.  Memories of pretend adventures, battling evil forces made him smile
until they turned onto the paths of his real quest, the real battle. Finding a
quiet spot he sat back against a tree and closed his eyes.  

Trying to focus on happier times his mind kept turning back to the quest, the
destruction of the one ring. Of all those friends who helped him and the people
he had met and befriended. Sam and Rosie lived at Bag End with him and he saw
Merry and Pippin as they often visited him. Aragorn and Arwen.  He smiled
thinking of the King and Queen realizing it had been so long since he had seen
them last. And Gandalf, when was it that he last saw this dearest of friends. Or
Legolas and Gimli. He chuckled knowing that they were wandering the depths and
breaths of Middle Earth, teaching each other of the wonders to be found. King
Eomer and the people of Rohan. The White Lady of Rohan, Eowyn and Faramir. 

Faramir.

When his thoughts came to Faramir, he paused. The smile on his face shone more
brightly thinking of this gentle soul who would give life and limb to protect
his land, his people and even those he hardly knew. For the first time in years
he allowed himself to wander back to that night… that night and Faramir.

He was tired, exhausted really. Tossing and turning he could not sleep. He and
Sam had been traveling for what seemed like forever. Following Gollum over rocks
and swamps… “Forget the swamps,” he muttered to himself, unwilling to remember
that which he saw there. But that was days ago and in Ithilien the Captain of
Gondor bound him in a sort of custody. Faramir, the brother of Boromir. Frodo
had tried not to stare at him when they first met.  The resemblance was
striking, the strong jaw and dark eyes. 

Yet Faramir was different, he could sense it immediately.  It was almost as if
they were two sides of a coin, together yet apart. There was gentleness in
Faramir yet he brokered no resistance to his command.  His men had been fighting
this war far longer than Frodo had even known of its existence and Frodo would
not disparage him anything.

Faramir had questioned him specifically regarding his brother and where was he,
when did they last see him.  Frodo could not tell him all as much as he had
wanted to not wishing to bring despair to the newly met friend and ally. The
horror of realization that Boromir had been overcome by the dark power of the
ring was too frightening a message to pass on to a man who seemed to already
sense something far worse had occurred. 

Frodo looked to Sam who was snoring quite loudly even though he had promised to
stand guard over Frodo while he slept.  Exhaustion was too heavy a burden to
fight.

Slipping from his bed, he left behind his coat, the ring tucked safely in the
pocket next to Sam. He made his way to the front of the cave. The guards
watching him cautiously, ready to pounce should he decide to make a false move.
They allowed him to move out to the path and into the night air. He breathed in
deeply sighing and wishing to be off home. He looked out over the forest in the
midnight velvet light. Listening for birds or the chatter of crickets he heard
none.  All was silent except for the occasionally sleepy snort of Gollum.
Gollum. What of him, Frodo thought. A sense of dread filled him yet Gandalf’s
words came back to him in the darkness. “Some part to play for good or evil” he
had said. 

“What will it be Gollum” Frodo whispered into the darkness only to be answered
with a grumble, snore “Gollum” from the sleeping creature.

Frodo was looking up at the dark sky and the stars that hung there between the
dark clouds emanating from nearby Mordor when he heard the sound. Soft and
quiet, yet it was there. He stood still listening, trying to discern what the
sound was when he realized that someone was crying.  He moved toward the sound
wanting to comfort the person who spilled their sorrow into the dark night. He
came to a small clearing and there in the moonlight was Faramir. Sitting on the
ground with his face in his hands. Soft sobs shook his shoulders as he cried.
Frodo, not wanting to disturb or embarrass him by his presence turned to leave.

“Wait… Don’t go. Please” a rough whisper called to him. Turning back he saw
Faramir looking at him.  His eyes were swollen with tears that still spilled
down his face. He had reached out a hand toward Frodo.

“I’m sorry” Frodo muttered, “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I couldn’t sleep and
I heard crying and wanted to know who it might be…”

“No, you didn’t disturb me,” Faramir said as wiped the tears from his face. 

“May I ask what it is that makes you cry?”

Faramir gazed at Frodo for a moment before replying. “My brother is dead.” With
those words he hung his head down again.

Frodo winced a little at this. “Why do you say this? Neither I nor Sam brought
you such news.”

“I know it as I know my own heart. I feel he has left this world for the next
and I could do nothing to save him.” Faramir looked at his hands. “There was
something more. You know something that you are not telling me.”

“I know nothing my Lord.” Frodo replied a bit too quickly.

“Humph. Makes no matter, for what could it do to bring him back.” A shudder ran
through Faramir’s body that brought Frodo to his side. “It should have been... I
mean... I was supposed to have gone to...” Sobs racked his body again and the
tears continued to flow.

Frodo moved forward and knelt beside Faramir taking him in his arms. Faramir
once again over come with grief and guilt held onto Frodo burying his face in
Frodo shoulder weeping. Frodo slowly rested his cheek on Faramir’s head
whispering soft words of comfort. They held onto each other until Faramir’s
tears subsided. Yet neither let go of the other, not willing to release the
comfort they found in each other’s arms. Frodo relished the feeling of comfort
just being held in Faramir’s arms.  Running his hands over Faramir’s back and
arms, Frodo’s whispered tidings of compassion were like song to Faramir’s heart. 

“Thank you for this,” Faramir whispered in Frodo’s ear as he sat up. Gazing at
the young hobbit’s face he ran the back of his knuckles along Frodo’s cheek. “So
loving, so beautiful” Faramir breathed quietly. 

At the touch Frodo felt a slowly building fire in his belly he had not
experienced for what seemed like an age. A longing desire to forget all else
fell over him as he looked into the dark eyes of the man in his arms. Leaning
forward he brushed his lips against Faramir’s mouth. “My pleasure my lord” he
sighed. 

The soft kiss felt like quick silver and Faramir answered back with a kiss of
his own. “No, the pleasure is all mine.”  He cupped Frodo’s face in his hands
and kissed him again. Tracing Frodo’s lips with his own Faramir gently pushed
his tongue into Frodo’s mouth, who accepted it with a small gasp. His hands
wandering over his shoulders he took hold of his collar and pulled him closer. 

Frodo’s head was swimming in sensations he so missed. All he knew was that he
wanted this, wanted this so badly. Honey sweet in his mouth, Faramir’s tongue
searched and he answered. The kiss becoming deeper and more passionate as their
tongues met. 
Pressing forward his hands moved over Faramir’s chest grasping at the tunic he
wore, holding on tightly for fear of swooning. Faramir sat back and took Frodo’s
hands in his own.

“You’re trembling.” Frodo so overcome by the craving building within could only
nod. Faramir brushed an errant curl back from Frodo face then tracing down the
line of his neck.  

“Let us do this together,” Faramir said as he took Frodo’s hands to the base of
his tunic and together they pulled it up over his head, tossing it to the side.
Frodo stretched out his hand hesitantly to touch the smooth skin of Faramir’s
shoulders while Faramir began to unbutton Frodo’s shirt, pushing it down over
his arms. Frodo was lost in feelings that threatened to over come him let his
body carry him forward to taste that shoulder. 

Faramir having released all the buttons of Frodo’s shirt pushed it down over his
arms baring the smooth soft chest of the hobbit. Frodo looked up at him and he
began to kiss Frodo more deeply, passionately, pushing him down onto the soft
grass bending over Frodo’s shivering form. Frodo moaned then giggled softly as
Faramir traced his jaw with his tongue moving down to his neck. The touch of his
beard on his skin sent shivers of delight throughout his body. Faramir continued
on his path lower coming to his nipples. He licked at them voraciously, nipping
at the hardened peaks. Frodo’s breath caught in his throat, as he was being
pulled further and further into a swirling pool of sensual bliss. Every touch
brought a new shock, a deepening desire to fulfill. Faramir stroking Frodo’s
chest began to move them lower along his sides to his hips, then found the
straining bulge at the apex of his legs. Frodo moaned breathlessly as his hand
pressed down on his growing erection.

Frodo’s hands running along Faramir’s spine came to the edge of his breeches. He
slipped his hand under the waistband and cupped the firm buttocks he found there
bringing a smile to Faramir’s face. Then sliding his hand around the front he
started to pull on the lacings there.

Faramir began fumbling at the buttons on Frodo’s trousers wishing to find the
hot flesh growing within. Having accomplished this he moved so that he was
kneeling between Frodo’s spread feet looking up at his face. Frodo could not
hide the feelings he was experiencing and Faramir was warmed all the more by the
look of desire in Frodo’s eyes. Yet he hesitated, afraid of going forward even
though Frodo had not resisted his touch. 

Frodo’s breath having become ragged with emotion sensed this and propping
himself on one elbow and reached out a hand to Faramir. “Please,” his voice
filled with want. 

“So small…’ Faramir mumbled, “I… I don’t wish to hurt you.” 

His eyes lit up and Frodo smiled “Hobbits may be small but we are far more
resilient than you know. And I know you would never hurt me. Now please… don’t
stop.”

Reassured by his words Faramir grasped the waistband of Frodo’s trousers and
pulled them down over his legs freeing his hardened loins. A wicked grin came to
his face as he gazed at Frodo. “Well, not so small after all,” he said making
Frodo giggle as he lay back on the grass. Pulling at the laces of his breeches
Faramir freed himself of the last of his own clothes as Frodo watched and felt
the growing heat within his loins at the sight of the warrior’s firm muscular
body. 

Running his hands up the outside of his legs Faramir moved up over Frodo’s body
taking Frodo’s hand in his own, and pinning it to the ground above his head.
Carefully he positioned himself over Frodo and began to press his hips against
Frodo’s taught loins. This brought waves of pleasure to Frodo with every slight
motion. Frodo arched his back slightly to meet his hips and the movement. 

With his free hand he teased and twisted Frodo’s nipples eliciting gasps of
delight. Frodo taking Faramir’s hand brought it to his mouth sucking on the tips
of each one. Faramir gazed down into Frodo’s deep blue eyes and felt emotions he
had not thought possible. He began to kiss Frodo’s face and neck, leaving to
inch of flesh untouched as he moved ever lower down his body.  Down his chest
and stomach coming to the soft line of hair above his throbbing member.  Frodo
held Faramir’s head in his hands gently reveling in every glance of his lips,
flick of his tongue on his body.  Frodo sighed with the building hunger of his
body feeling every hair on his body stand on end as Faramir lightly traced a
line down his inner thighs.

Faramir took Frodo in his hand and sent his blood coursing through his own body
at a fevered pitch.  Moving his hand over the shaft he tightened his grasp and
moved his hand firmly up toward the tip. Bending down he teased the tip with his
tongue, tracing every widening circle from the center. Frodo unable to bear the
sensations brought a hand up to his mouth in a feeble attempt to keep from
crying out.  Faramir, encouraged by Frodo’s response continued to lick the
delectable flesh before him.  Bringing shivers to Frodo he softly blew across
the head of Frodo’s erection causing him to writhe and raise his hips toward
Faramir’s eager lips.  Taking him fully into his mouth his began to suck deeply. 
Occasionally teasing the shaft with his teeth.  Raising his hips off the ground
Faramir took him deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling against the length.  

Frodo could no longer control his reactions. His mind was swimming in a
glistening pool of arousing liberation.  With one hand placed on Faramir’s head,
the other moved to his own chest, rubbing at his nipples in rhythm with
Faramir’s motions.  Not willing to let it end yet unable to fight the building
hunger for release.  Faramir worked feverishly over Frodo lapping covetously at
the throbbing flesh when he tasted the first small burst of Frodo’s climax.

Frodo cried out as his final release exploded into Faramir’s mouth, who drank it
in as a man dieing of thirst. The motions of his swallowing caused continuing
shudders of electric delight to shoot through his body. Spent he fell back to
the earth on clouds of liquid light.  

Faramir moved to lie next to him and took him into his arms, pulling him close.
Frodo resting his head on Faramir’s shoulder entwined his legs with his. The
stayed in their lovers embrace as their breathing slowed. Frodo looked up to
Faramir’s face and saw the smile of contentment there.  Meeting his look Faramir
whispered, “I have a secret.”

Frodo smiled as asked quietly “do tell?”

“I’m in love with a hobbit, but ssshh, don’t tell anyone,” he said with a light
crystal laugh and made Frodo smile all the more and laugh in response.

“Hhmm… I too have a secret,” replied Frodo. “It’s about the Captain of Gondor.”
Glancing from side to side he winked and whispered, “I love him.” Both men
giggled at the play of words yet as they gazed into each other eyes and found
only truth there. 

“Frodo, I never expected this. I cannot thank you enough”

“As I told you before,” Frodo said running a finger over Faramir’s chest “it was
my pleasure. And soon it will be yours as well, for we are not through here.”

TBC - BU

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You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr Underhill ~ Strider


Title: Stolen Night 2/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Faramir 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Faramir continue to find peace in each other’s arms in the
forest of Ithilien. But the night will not last forever. 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?
Warning: Graphic sex. Consensual Submission.  And Frodo plays games… who knew?
Archiving: Other than The Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask – I’ll most likely say yes! Thanks!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Some movie lines may be used. Other than this… have fun!  They are!

Installment Two – Blind Man’s Bluff

Their troubles forgotten for a short time the two lay silently for a while
locked in each other’s arms. Frodo wanted nothing more than to stay that way,
forever, but noticed that Faramir seemed to be pulled away from their bliss. A
cloud passed over his face as he rolled onto his side, presenting his back to
Frodo. Confused and somewhat hurt Frodo pushed himself up to his knees and
leaning over Faramir looked into the face of a man, still dealing with
tremendous grief.  "I am truly sorry about Boromir," Frodo whispered softly,
laying his head on Faramir’s shoulder.  

"It’s not that," he replied turning back to look up into Frodo’s face, a tear
running down his cheek.  "There is nothing I could have done for Boromir. He and
my father were determined that he should be the one to go to Imladris. It was
his fate and I cannot change that now."  He sighed and shudder passed through
his body. Frodo held him closer, running his hand along Faramir’s shoulders in
an effort to comfort and warm him. 

 "That is not why I’m upset now though," he said gazing into Frodo’s deep
crystal blue eyes. "I weep at the thought of losing you as well. I can’t explain
it. We only met a short time ago yet I feel connected to you in a way I have
never felt with another. You must think me mad."

"No, no never mad. For I too feel that connection. Odd. I’ve had many a friend
in my life yet nothing touches this. I too mourn the immanent loss of our
newfound friendship. I fear I will not survive the quest I find myself in. I
cannot bear to think of losing you. But our lives are no longer our own. We must
play the cards we have been dealt, whether we wish it or not." Frodo seemed to
be at a loss and Faramir, sitting up pulled him into his arms. Clinging tightly
to one and other, an odd peace fell over them. 

"Faramir?"

"Yes Frodo?"

"We still have tonight," he said as he looked up into Faramir’s dark eyes. His
sweet smile ignited a passion that stirred anew as they began to kiss, lightly
at first then deeper. Faramir held Frodo’s face in his hands, covering it with
soft kisses. Pulling closer to each other Faramir’s hands roamed over Frodo’s
body bringing shivers of delight tingling down his spine.

Wanting to please Faramir as much as he had done for him, Frodo moved to his
neck, his tongue licking the hollow at its base.  Trailing his fingers through
the soft hair around his nipples, Faramir gasped breathlessly at the sensation
bringing a smile to Frodo’s face. He moved to the hardening peaks and playfully
nipped at them.  Faramir ran his hand through Frodo’s hair and allowed himself
to let go of the darkness that held him and revel in the new joy building in his
soul and body. Kissing Faramir’s chest Frodo pushed against him, forcing him
back into the soft grass.  Then unable to help himself, Frodo began to giggle at
the wicked thought that had popped into his mind.

"What?" laughed Faramir, Frodo giggle immediately infecting his mood.

Giggling all the more, Frodo jumped up all of a sudden and out of Faramir’s
grasp. "Wait!" he exclaimed as he dashed over to his discarded pants.  Faramir
sat up and laughed as he watched Frodo dig through his pants pockets, wondering
just what the hobbit was up to. Frodo stood and turned back towards him,
concealing something in his hands behind his back. "Do you trust me?" he asked,
a devilish grin lighting up his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked and Frodo only laughed.

"Do you trust me?"

Faramir hesitated, for only a second "Yes." Frodo began slowly walking back
toward him, the grin moving into a languid smile. Standing beside Faramir his
grin turning into a genuine smile of love as Faramir ran a hand up one of his
legs

"Do you trust me?" he asked again quietly.

"Oh, yes" he breathed, all hesitancy gone. "I trust you dear Frodo."

With his answer, Frodo lightly stepped over the Faramir’s prone legs and knelt
down, straddling his knees. Faramir laughed again saying, "Now tell me… What
have you got behind your back sir?"  He reached out and grabbed Frodo by the
hips and pulled him closer.

Frodo laughing squirmed yet kept his hands behind his back. He asked one more
time "Do you trust me?"

"Yes!’ Faramir exclaimed.

 "Close your eyes then," he said.

"What are you…" Faramir laughed shaking his head slightly. At seeing the light
in Frodo’s eyes, a bright smile crossed his bearded chin, "All right my love,
I’ll play along." as he complied with the request and closed his eyes.

"No peeking" Frodo snickered.

"No peeking," Faramir repeated.

With his eye’s closed Frodo giggled lightly as he produced the handkerchief he
had stashed away in one of his hands and quickly blindfolded Faramir.

"What…?"

"Do you trust me?" Frodo asked one more time.

"Yes" came Faramir’s answer with a tremor of delight dancing in his voice. Frodo
smiled and bending over began to kiss his lips, softly.  His tongue flicking at
their sweetness. Pressing closer to him their kiss became deeper as Frodo pushed
his tongue into his mouth and Faramir back down into the grass. Now straddling
his waist, Frodo could feel his hardening manhood against his buttocks. His own
erection began to grow more taught and arching his back began sliding his firm
testicles against Faramir’s belly.

Blindly Faramir reached out for Frodo running his hands along his arms and back
sending electrical shivers throughout Frodo’s body.  The blanketed loss of sight
on that already dark night heightened his awareness of every touch, every scent.
Drawing in a deep breath he allowed himself to just feel and experience all that
Frodo offered him.

Moving down Faramir’s chin to his neck he set a trail in the thick stubble of
his beard, as his hand traced circles over the soft hair on his chest moving
even lower to his belly.  Licking at the hollow of his neck Frodo teased
Faramir’s hardening nipples, twisting and tweaking invoking a light gasp with
each movement.  His tongue followed the ridge of his collarbone to his
shoulders, leaving tingling sparks shifting throughout Faramir’s body as he
teasingly bit the skin along the path.

Faramir moaned with his growing ardor, a fine sweat breaking upon his skin.
Frodo relished every salty taste as his mouth moved along the firm muscles of
his chest. 

"Frodo…" Faramir murmured tossing his head from side to side unable to find the
words. His mind was screaming for more.

Frodo moved quickly and shifted his position to Faramir’s side as he bent over
his belly lapping up the mixture of their sweat. Grasping for some part of
Frodo’s body, Faramir found hold on one of his legs. Wrapping his arm around to
the inner side of his leg his hand traveled upward cupping one of his cheeks,
which he gave a sharp slap. Frodo gasped and they both started laughing.  

"So that’s the way of it then?" Frodo queried moving his hand quickly and firmly
to Faramir’s manhood shocking Faramir enough that he cried out.

"Frodo! Aaaww… Frodo… I don’t care… just… just don’t stop!" Faramir replied half
laughing half panting.

Bending his attention to Faramir’s throbbing shaft, Frodo moved his hand
skillfully up and down firmly, twisting slightly along the way which brought
racking sobs of excitement from his willing partner.  

Faramir moved his hand along Frodo’s backside, sliding it along his inner thigh
and finding hold along his testis.  Squeezing gently yet firmly eliciting moans
from Frodo.  His other hand reaching up above his head found hold on the base of
a small tree. He continued to massage the found treasure between Frodo’s legs as
Frodo took Faramir fully into his mouth.  Faramir felt the world melt around
him.  He spread his legs apart giving Frodo more room and access. Frodo sucked
hard drawing upward toward the tip, teasing the shaft with his teeth, moving his
hands around the base in a circular motion.  He repeated the motion over and
over.

Faramir whimpered out pleas of desire, pleading for Frodo to go on, never stop. 
His head was swimming in a fog of pleasure. Not wanting the burning desire in
his loins to end yet wanting to embrace the quicksilver lightning of release. 
He held onto the small tree for dear life fearing he would lose his sanity with
every moment.

Then Frodo stopped.

Stopped dead, releasing all hold and touch from Faramir’s body.

"No!" cried Faramir reeling, losing his grasp on Frodo and grabbing for the
sweet grass at his side. "You torture me thus?"

"That was the plan my love," Frodo replied in a voice husky from passion. 
Panting he turned to look toward Faramir’s face. "Do you trust me?" 

"Yes! Please Frodo… I cannot bear it… sweet angel… deliver me!" rasped Faramir
between panting breaths.

With a smile Frodo rapidly straddled Faramir’s chest, his face inches from the
tip of Faramir’s throbbing manhood. He blew a soft warm breath across its tip
sending shudders of torment through out Faramir. He took hold of Frodo’s legs
and arching his back raised his hips so his tip grazed Frodo’s lips. This only
served to heighten the exquisite agony running through his body. Falling back to
the ground with a thud and cry of anguish.  Frodo lightly blew a breath against
the rigid shaft then licked once, twice.  Running his hands down Faramir’s inner
thighs drew a building moan from deep within Faramir’s chest.   

With no warning he again took Faramir into his mouth fully. Warm and wet Faramir
bucked against the shockwave of sensation and brought his hips up driving his
member deeper into Frodo’s mouth.  His tongue lapping against the sides and
driving him further into a passionate madness.  Frodo wrapped his arms around
Faramir’s hips pulling him upward with each of Faramir’s thrusts as his own
hardened shaft rubbed against Faramir’s belly in a delicious friction sending
him ever onward. They moved in a fevered pitch, craving, longing, their bodies
glistening in the moonlight.  

Faramir let loose a guttural cry with his explosive release into his mouth just
as Frodo’s own release spilled out warm over Faramir’s abdomen. Convulsions of
delight spread through out their bodies as Frodo drank in the last of his sweet
elixir.  Lapping up the sides of the now softening erection his strength gave
way and he slowly lowered himself off of Faramir lying on his side in the grass
beside his lover.

Faramir’s hands wandered to his stomach and the seed spilled there. Bringing his
hand up to his mouth he licked at the warm liquid delighting in it honeyed
flavor.  Pulling at the blindfold he freed his eyes and looked up at the night
sky now tinged gray with the coming dawn.  Slowly he moved up along behind Frodo
taking him into his arms, legs entwined they spooned and slept in peaceful
repose until the sun’s first light woke them and stole away their stolen night.

TBC ~ BU


Title: Stolen Night 3/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Faramir implied, the beginning of Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: PG13
Summary: The War of the Ring is over and Frodo is now in Minas Tirith. He’s been
jilted by Faramir who will wed Eowyn the next day. Still recovering from his
ordeal he finds only loneliness as the one he held dear to his heart belongs to
another. Yet hope remains.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?
Warning: Angst Angst Angst
Archiving: Other than The Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask – I’ll most likely say yes! Thanks!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Much of the references in the story line are movie related and there
are some movie quotes.  Have you hugged a hobbit today?


Installment 3 – Disappointment 

Sitting in the woods of the Shire, Frodo’s mind wandered back to that morning in
Ithilien. When the sun rose they parted ways. Frodo truly believed he would
never again see Faramir and locked that night away in his heart. Not able to
face it, for fear of not completing his task at hand.  But he had completed his
task, his quest. And he did see Faramir again.  The dull ache in his shoulder
flared along with the ache in his heart. For things had changed by the time they
were once again together. Faramir had found another. Again he closed his eyes
and allowed himself to remember.

The One Ring was destroyed. For the first time in so very long all the peoples
of Middle Earth breathed in the peace that had come with their returned King. 
There were many repairs being made to the city if Minas Tirith, although people
were much more at ease. 

Frodo sat on the terrace of the Healing House overlooking the White City. The
dull aches from his wounds were subsiding yet still plagued him this morning. 
He had come here earlier this morning, unable to tolerate the pain and hoping
for some relief.  The attendants did what they could and were able to release
him the sharp stabs that pulsed through his body leaving only the remaining
twinges and dull throbbing.

He had spent most of the previous evening in private council with the King.  The
King.  Frodo felt like laughing at his first reaction now when he heard that
Strider, that man who frightened him so badly when they arrived in Bree was
destined to sit on the Throne of Gondor. 

Frodo longed to be away from Gondor and travel to his home in the Shire, but he
had promised Aragorn that he would not leave until Aragorn released him.  

It had been Aragorn who told him about Faramir and the White Lady of Rohan. 
They planned to marry. Frodo did his utmost not to reveal his heartbreak at the
news, yet got the feeling that Aragorn had suspected something.  Frodo feared he
would break down and cry.  Spilling the whole story onto the floor.  Looking the
fool in front of the king.  But Aragorn sat there quietly. He had looked upon
Frodo’s face with such concern and compassion that it eased the rejection he
felt if only slightly. 

"Frodo? Is there something I should know about? Has Faramir done something he
shouldn’t have?" Aragorn ask gently, placing his hand on Frodo’s.

"No." Frodo replied shakily, trying not to breakdown in front of his friend.
Aragorn knew that something had happened. Frodo was certain of it. Aragorn had
escorted him back to his rooms, something unheard of from a king. 

"If you need anything Frodo, do not hesitate to call for me."

"I don’t wish to bother…"

"I’m your friend first Frodo and owe you a great deal." Aragorn said cutting him
off. "I cannot bear to think of you in torment for any reason. You have already
been through more than your share. Promise me, you’ll call for me."

Frodo looked into the king’s green eyes and knew that he meant every word he
said. "I promise," he replied quietly.  And with that Aragorn had left him.  

Lying back down on his cot, Frodo stared up at the ceiling, wishing for release
from the pains of memory more than of the body. He glanced to the corner where
Sam slept, sitting up in a chair.  He had refused to allow Frodo to come here
alone. 

"They’ll not care for you the way I can, Mr. Frodo. They are too busy with all
the other wounded and sick people here." Sam had said.

"Sam, the Houses are empty.  All the sick and wounded are healed. Healed by the
King." Frodo had replied. "There is no one there now."

"All the more reason for me to come with you. Them healers will be off
elsewhere. You need to be taken care of." 

Sam would not be moved from his path.  He was so dedicated it sometimes
concerned Frodo. He feared Sam would not live his life for himself ever again. 
And he knew of Sam’s attraction to Rosie. He would not be the one to stand in
their way.

"Frodo.  You’re not asleep?"  A familiar voice whispered from the doorway.
Looking up Frodo saw Faramir in the doorway. He dropped his head back on the
pillow.

"I did sleep for a short while." He said quietly.

"Tell me, where are you hurt?" Faramir said as he came to the side of Frodo’s
bed. 

Frodo lifted his great shimmering eyes and whispered, "Everywhere.  But the
place that aches the most... nobody can heal." Frodo turned to look at the wall,
away from Faramir. The pain in his heart now stronger than he could bear. The
tears welling up in his eyes and threatened to flow down his cheeks.

"Aragorn told me he thought you were healed, but… what ails you Frodo?" Faramir
whispered desperately "Why won’t you look at me my love?"

"Do not call me that! You marry another is a day’s time. I am not your love."
Frodo whispered furiously. "Leave me be… Please!"

"Frodo I can explain…" 

"No!" Frodo cried out sitting up in the bed to face him. Sam instantly waking
with a snort jumped forward ready to attack any that would harm his friend and
came up short when he realized that Faramir was the person standing there.

"Lord Faramir! You surprised me to be sure!" Sam sputtered. Turning to Frodo he
saw the tears pouring down his face. "OH! Mr. Frodo! You really are in pain… I
thought it might just be… oh dear… I’ll go get the attendant!"

"Sam..." Frodo started, but it was too late.  His friend was already out the
door looking for help.  He looked up at Faramir and saw the pain playing across
the features of his beautiful face. "I’ve done and been through so much. The
only thing I held dear to my heart was you. The only thing I kept thinking I
would have if I survived was you. I’ve tried so hard not to question why I was
put to the task…" Frodo lowered in head into his hands, twinge slightly with the
force of bumping the vacant nub that was his finger. "I’ve failed miserably in
that. But I accomplished my quest. I destroyed the ring. But I lost my heart
along the way and cannot bear it."

"Frodo… I’m so sorry… I hadn’t planned on this. All I could think of was you!
And then… she was there.  It all happened so quickly… I didn’t think I’d ever
see you again! I’d lost all hope… I…" Faramir stuttered.

"Faramir" a stern voice came from the doorway. "I think Frodo needs some rest." 

Both Faramir and Frodo turned to see Aragorn standing in the door and a rather
breathless Sam standing behind him looking quite confused.  Faramir stood,
nodded and without another word left the room. 

Aragorn turned to Sam "You, I think could use a decent night’s sleep as well my
friend. Go now, I’ll watch after Frodo" 

Sam started to argue but Aragorn turned him on his heal and pointed toward the
door. "You’re of no use to him if you cannot keep your eyes open Sam, now go."  

Sam still exhausted from all that had occurred and the worry over Frodo’s health
nodded and with one last glance at Frodo crying into his hands, left for his
rooms.

Aragorn approached Frodo’s bed and taking a seat on the side of it, gathered him
into his arms. "I should have known better… I mean … I didn’t mean to do that,"
Frodo muttered between racking sobs into Aragorn’s shoulder. 

"My dear Frodo, all will be well. I promise you that."

He held Frodo in his arms until the hobbit’s tears subsided and he fell into a
troubled sleep.  Aragorn stayed by his side, wanting to be there should the
hobbit wake up.  Pushing a stray curl from his face, he gazed down at Frodo’s
face in slumber. He thought he envisioned an angel there.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 4/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: PG13
Summary: Faramir is marrying Eowyn and Frodo can only watch. Will he find
comfort with one that sparked his interest so long ago but was always out of
reach. 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?
Warning: Angst and Then Some Love
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask – I will most likely say yes! Thanks!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Some movie quotes may be used. 

Installment 4 – Hope Remains

When Frodo awoke he wasn’t quite sure where he was, the ceiling was covered with
deep red and gold light. For a moment he thought he was still asleep then he
heard the light song in the air. Turning toward the window he saw Aragorn
sitting on the sill, singing an old song in elvish and looking out upon the
city. Frodo held his breath as he looked upon him. His profile in the light of
the setting sun was striking. His noble brow and strong chin, the light
shimmering off of his long dark hair. He was ruggedly handsome and Frodo felt a
stirring in his belly, like butterflies sending chills as they landed on his
skin.  This is ridiculous he thought, chiding himself for desiring one so
untouchable. He did not wish to feel the pain in his heart as he did with
Faramir again.  Yet as Aragorn finished the song a soft smile came to his face
and his eyes shown brilliantly against the darkening sky, Frodo let out a sigh
despite his efforts to remain silent. Aragorn turned to look at him. H
is smile remained on his face as he came to Frodo’s side, kneeling on the floor
beside his bed.

"Did you rest well?" he asked.

"Yes. What is the time? Surely you haven’t stayed here the whole time I slept?"
Frodo replied somewhat timidly.

"The sun is setting and yes I did stay the whole time you slept. Why shouldn’t
I?" 

"Oh surely there are more pressing matters for a king to attend to. I shouldn’t
be such a burden…"

"Oh Frodo, do quiet your fears. There will always be pressing matters for me as
king. It just so happens that there is one that needs most of my attention. And
it happens to be lying in a bed in the Healing House," Aragorn said with a smile
placing a cool cloth on Frodo’s forehead. "Gandalf, was here before as well.
He’s quite concerned about you. He offered to stay but I sent him away along
with the others. I told them all that you would be all right and only needed to
rest. I’m perfectly capable of caring for your ills Frodo."

Frodo watched him intently while he spoke. He could not stop picturing him in
the window. He looked too much the king yet even more like Strider. It tormented
Frodo to know that he would never be able to express his true feelings to him.
He watched the gentle smile turn into a broad grin and a chuckle. 

"Besides how else am I to get you all to myself," Aragorn added absently,
stopping in his administrations as if shocked for saying his thoughts out loud.
He turned quickly away from Frodo’s bedside and went to a near by table to
retrieve a glass of water.

Frodo’s heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean by that?  Aragorn?" he asked as
he stared at Aragorn’s back.

"Nothing, I.. Nothing Frodo" Aragorn stammered out clearly flustered by his
remark as well.  Setting the glass back on the table he stood there, unable to
turn back. His mind was reeling.  He knew how Frodo had been hurt by Faramir at
here he was, setting him up for another fall. He couldn’t bear it if he were to
cause him more grief. He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together but
all he saw was Frodo’s large blue eyes and sweet smile. He’d wanted to hold him
all day while he slept, lay beside him and hold him in his arms. Luckily there
were enough distractions, comings and goings of visitors to keep him from doing
so. But now, here alone, he felt that desire building within him again and it
took all his strength not to return to his bedside and lock him in his embrace.

Frodo clearly was unsure how to proceed himself. Looking at Aragorn standing at
the table, his mind was a tumult of emotion. He wanted nothing more than for
Aragorn to hold him in his arms again. The memories of his comfort from earlier
that day flooded his thoughts. He felt safe in those arms, secure, loved. Lord
yes he felt loved. But this was the king! And Lady Arwen was due to arrive from
Lothlorien to wed Aragorn and become his queen.  This was impossible he thought;
I can’t do this again. Yet his yearning for Aragorn was so much stronger than
anything he had ever felt for Faramir. He was struggling with what to say when
Sam entered the room. 

"Mr. Frodo! You’re awake! Thank the stars I thought you gone from us again in
the pain of your wounds. But Strider said you’d be ok! Strider…oh um… I mean
Aragorn…" Sam sputtered.

Chuckling again Aragorn turned to the flustering hobbit "Sam you can call me
Strider." His eyes turning to Frodo and holding his gaze "I have so many names
to go by but I seem to like that one the best as it said with such love and
trust. By those people I have grown to trust and love."   

His last word was almost a whisper as he gazed into Frodo’s face. A slight smile
came over his face as he continued. "So Sam, are you prepared to take over
here?"

"Yes, your majesty." Sam replied with a bow.

"Sam, please don’t call me that. And you do not have to bow for heavens sake.  I
am still your friend first and we together are members of a fellowship that will
not be broken." Sam nodded. "Now, you can take charge of this ward of the
Houses. See to it that he gets plenty of rest. Tomorrow will be a big for all of
us as Faramir and Eowyn are to be married.  We must all be in attendance." The
last he said directly to Frodo as if it were a command. "Frodo, do you feel you
will be up to it?"

"Yes, Aragorn. I will be there." He replied, his voice steady without emotion.

"Good. It is best to see this done." Frodo nodded in agreement. "Well Sam, I’m
off! And remember he is to get REST. No visitors, understood?"

"Yes, your…err… Aragorn." He replied with a slight nod.  Aragorn with one last
glance to Frodo left the two hobbits alone.

Sam began to scurry around the room, doing this and that, making sure Frodo was
comfortable, had everything that he needed. He turned away visitors from Merry
and Pippin to Gandalf himself "by order of the king," he would say before
closing the door on them. Frodo lay there in bed for a while staring at the
ceiling his mind playing and replaying Aragorn’s words. Was he reading too much
into them? Was he hearing just what he wanted to hear or was there really more
there?  Eventually too exhausted by his thoughts and Sam’s ever present
willingness to please he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

The next day dawned bright and sunny as the final preparations were made for the
wedding of Lord Faramir to Lady Eowyn.  The ceremony was to take place in the
gardens with a feast to follow in the Great Hall.  Frodo woke feeling better
than he had in weeks and found Sam there and ready to meet the day.  He helped
Frodo to dress in his best breeches and shirt and redressed the wound on his
hand.  

Gandalf came and was comforted that Frodo seemed to be better but a shadow of
concern still fell on his heart over the small hobbit. Together the three made
their way through the flower-strewn paths to the gardens and found seats near
the front. Soon Merry and Pippin joined them. Frodo marveled at the change in
their heights will a giggle. Gimli and Legolas also joined their group, drawing
the attention of the many Gondorians present that marveled at the bond of
friendship between the elf and dwarf. All present watched as Aragorn and King
Eomer came in taking their places near the altar of flowers and blossoms.
Faramir and Eowyn came forward soon after and all gathered watched in reverence
the union of love between the two. 

All except Frodo. Unwilling to look at Faramir and with thoughts of Aragorn
pressing his mind he stared at the ground most of the time. Occasionally he
would glance up at the king standing there. There was a smile on his relaxed
face as he stood as witness to the marriage between the Captain of Gondor and
the White Lady of Rohan.  At one point Frodo felt himself staring at Aragorn,
unable to tear his eyes away from the beauty he saw there.  In an instant he
found himself held by two smiling green, emerald eyes.  His breathing felt heavy
as the desire he was holding check in his heart flooded the very corners of his
soul and he smiled back brightly at Aragorn.  

Aragorn felt as though he was lost in the deep blue sapphire pools. His breath
caught in his throat when Frodo smiled and he felt as if his heart would burst
wide open with the recognition of love he found there.  Try as he might, he
found he could not turn away. A nudge from Sam and Frodo was distracted away
leaving Aragorn a moment to turn his attention back to the ceremony.

After it was over the congregation moved to the Great Hall for the wedding
feast.  Toasts were made and all enjoyed the happiness of the day.  Frodo paid
little heed to the new couple rather enjoying the company of the members of the
fellowship. Laughing riotously at the tales Gimli and Legolas shared of their
travels around the White City. Gandalf even seemed to relax as he watched
Frodo’s guarded aura lighten with food and conversation of those he held dear.
After a time Aragorn joined them and was cajoled into telling tales of the old
ones.  He dispensed the tales of kings and dragons and the race of elves.
Legolas listened in rapt attention occasionally nudging Gimli when wanting to
bring a point of the elvish ways to his attention.  

The music and celebration carried on into the night.  Frodo found himself drawn
to Aragorn’s side. Through out the night they sat side by side. The occasional
touches of skin, the brush of an arm began to drive each into a maddening vortex
neither wanted to be released from.  Shared looks and smiles. At one point
during a game of wits that wound up in a wrestling match and small food fight
between several of the members of their party. Even Gandalf took to tossing bits
of cake at Pippin who seemed want to cover the kindly wizard in pads of butter.
To avoid a flying biscuit Merry had lobbed in his general direction Frodo ducked
behind Aragorn wrapping his arms around the other’s waist. The touch was not
lost on Aragorn who briefly held the hobbits hands in his at his hips.  When
Aragorn quickly turned around in his grasp their eyes met and held each other.
Their eyes speaking volumes they themselves could not bring into words.

The night drew into the wee hours of the morning and the bride and groom took
their leave of the party, as did several of the revelers.  Sam, Merry and
Pippin, supported each other on their drunken walk back to their rooms.  Legolas
and Gimli headed out still debating the best places to see and in which order
they would visit them.  Gandalf left with King Eomer, deep in discussion over
the doings in Rohan.  Soon Aragorn and Frodo found themselves alone save the
servants who busied themselves cleaning and clearing the hall.

They sat for a short time on a bench together. Frodo tentatively reached out and
took Aragorn’s hand in his own. "Did you mean what you said? About wanting to
have me for yourself?" he asked quietly looking up to Aragorn’s face. Needing to
see if his eyes held the truth within.

Returning his questioning gaze with smile "Yes Frodo, I did." 

The smile that burst on Frodo’s face took Aragorn’s breath away. "I was hoping
you would say that!"

"Frodo," Aragorn looked down at Frodo’s hand in his, a cloud passing over his
face. "You know that this cannot be forever. My duty is to this kingdom and my
promise is to Arwen."

Frodo took Aragorn’s chin in his free hand and lifted his face to his. The pain
he saw in those green depths drew him in to Aragorn’s heart. "I know this cannot
be forever. I also know that this is not the same as what I had with Faramir.
This is much deeper than that. I will take that which you can give and ask no
more.  For however small it may be it will be enough to hold me the rest of my
life."

Aragorn searched his face and found only love there, pure love. He smiled as he
lowered his forehead to Frodo’s. "Oh… if only…"

"I know… I know…" Frodo whispered.

"Come with me." Aragorn said as he stood and began heading out of the room.
Frodo followed closely behind.  They made their way along the twisting paths of
the palace and Frodo soon found himself standing in Aragorn’s private quarters. 
Closing the door and slipping the lock into place Aragorn approached Frodo and
falling to his knees before him pulled him into his arms and to his knees. 
Their kiss was deep and volatile. Tongues met and searched in the hot wet
softness of each other’s mouths. 

Aragorn lips traced down Frodo’s jaw line to his neck. A moan escaped from deep
within Frodo’s chest.  They clung to each other panting heavily.  Aragorn
whimpered at the growing heat in his belly.  Frodo took his face in his hand and
began to kiss him softly. Aragorn wrapped his hands around Frodo’s buttocks and
pulled him closer feeling the growing bulge of Frodo’s loins against his. It was
Frodo’s turn to whimper and moan all the louder. Stopping, they looked into each
other’s eyes for only a moment before they began tearing at each other’s
clothing.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 5/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn give in to their long hidden desires to be together,
if only it could last. 
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: YAY Sex! Some submission but all consensual.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Some movie related items and there are some movie quotes. Other than
this… have fun! Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
when I inflicted this upon them… especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 5 – Desire Unleashed

The fire blazing in the fireplace splashed golden light over Frodo and Aragorn
on their knees pulling at one another’s clothes. Both chuckling at their
fumbling hands yet desperate to be together, in each other’s arms, kept them
from stopping the seemingly futile task.

Frodo’s hands trembled as he tugged at the lacings of Aragorn’s breeches. The
heat building in his body was more that he could bear, when Aragorn leaned
forward as he pushed Frodo’s shirt down over his arms trapping his hands in the
cuffs. Frodo looked up into Aragorn’s face and found a devilish grin lay across
his face. Raising one eyebrow, Aragorn pushed the shirt and Frodo’s arms behind
his back. 

"You’re mine now," he said with an evil giggle.

"Aragor.." Frodo began to reply as Aragorn pulled him closely to his body and
crushed his lips in a deep passionate kiss. His tongue, pushing into Frodo’s
mouth, searched the depths, relishing the moistness of Frodo’s lips.  Frodo
unable to release his hands from behind his back let his body relax into
Aragorn’s. The pressure building within his loins burned its mark on his soul.
Aragorn held him tight to his own body enjoying the control over the hobbits
body. Bringing a hand to Frodo’s chest he twisted a nipple eliciting a squeak of
pleasure from his captive. His bearded chin tickled Frodo’s neck as he trailed
kisses down his neck to that nipple, sucking and nipping at its hardening peak. 

Frodo over come by the sensations running rampant through his body and mind he
rolled his head back and forth before he laid his forehead to rest on Aragorn’s
shoulder.  He felt dizzy with desire he didn’t want this to end, ever.

Aragorn moved his tanned hand down over the creamy soft flesh of Frodo’s body,
lower to his pants where he began unbuttoning his trousers. All the while he
teased the tip of the nipple with his tongue eliciting moans and twitches of
longing from the hobbit in his arms. His hand slipping into the front of Frodo’s
pants he took a firm hold of the stiff member that was threatening to break the
seams that barely held him in.  Running his hand over the shaft he felt it
harden and strain all the more against his touch. A whispered plea in Aragorn’s
ear prompted him to push the loosened pants down over his hips to his knees.
Frodo moaned all the louder as Aragorn grasped his erection again and continued
the pumping motion along the throbbing length.

Frodo still leaning against Aragorn began to bite the tender flesh along his
neck and shoulder. Aragorn gasped, as one of these nips was stronger than the
others.  Looking up he saw the worry in Frodo’s eyes. He smiled, "No worries my
dear Frodo." Which brought a smile to Frodo’s face.

"Aragorn, please release my hands. I want to touch you, pleasure you." Frodo
moaned against his neck, biting at the tender flesh there bringing forth a whine
from the larger man.

Aragorn tugged at the shirt that held Frodo’s hands releasing him.  He
immediately grasped Aragorn’s tunic, pulling it over his head. He began to cover
his skin in light kisses that sent shivers down Aragorn’s back making the hairs
on his body to stand up. His pale hands moving down over the softly furred
muscles of Aragorn’s chest to his hips, he arched his back and bucked against
the hand that rocked him further into the depths of bliss.

"Aragorn…" he breathed "yes…"

He felt his legs giving way as rivers of lightning traveled along his body.  He
sat back on his feet, his arms hanging limply from fingers tucked in the
waistband of Aragorn’s breeches. His breathing heavy he let his head roll back
and he whined deeply as Aragorn release his grasp on Frodo’s full erection.

Aragorn bent over his chest and trailed his tongues over Frodo’s chest, down to
his tummy and the line of soft curls above his manhood. Taking hold of Frodo’s
hips he pulled him forward taking him fully in his mouth.  Frodo cried out at
the touch of the wet heat.  Arching backwards he thrust his hips forward pushing
himself deeper into Aragorn’s greedy mouth. He sucked at the hardened member
pulling out to the very tip, nipping at the foreskin. Frodo gasped with each
bite. Running the tip of his tongue over the sensitive tip of his member.  

Aragorn moaned at the throbbing of his own loins and felt the need to move the
situation forward more quickly. He release Frodo’s hips and pushed his breeches
down to his knees and down over his feet.  Frodo unable to support himself any
longer on shaky arms collapsed onto the soft rug. Aragorn pulled Frodo’s legs
out from under him and then tugged his pants off the rest of the way.  

Placing himself between Frodo’s spread legs his eyes drank in the vision of the
hobbit before him. Blue pools of light gleaming beneath the dark curls of his
hair. Glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and panting at the fire burning
within his loins Frodo gazed up into the face of the king. The smile and green
eyes that sparkled like stars in the firelight. His eyes traveled over the
muscled chest heaving with breathe of the ardor that flared through out his
being. His full erection lifting against his belly seemed ready to burst. 

"You’re all that I’ve thought about for so long Frodo," Aragorn whispered in a
deep voice. Leaning forward he took one of Frodo’s hands in his and brought his
fingers to his lips.  He began to lick and suck the tips sending electric shocks
up Frodo’s arms.  Guiding his hand he brought it to Frodo’s own erect member and
with a firm grip began to run his hand up and down the shaft. Aragorn’s thumb
teasing the tip and drawing cries of ecstasy from Frodo.  

Aragorn ran his other hand over his own erection drawing it between his thumb
and fingers from base to tip. Soon they both had the same driving rhythm. 

"Frodo…" Aragorn rasped, "Can I…?"

"Anything.. just oh…please…don’t stop!"

Aragorn removed his hand from Frodo’s and placed his fingers in his mouth, his
tongue licking at the taste he found there.  Moving his hand under Frodo’s hips
he lifted him up and pulled him into his lap. Frodo continued moving his hand
along the length of his shaft and wrapped his legs around Aragorn’s waist.  He
could feel Aragorn’s erection hard against his inner thigh and it filled him
will a more powerful longing than he thought possible.  

Aragorn slid his wet fingers under Frodo’s buttocks and found the valley
between.  Rubbing his finger against the strained muscles. Gently he inserted
his finger deep within Frodo who cried out at the sudden burst of stimulation
followed by exquisite electric shock as the finger moved in a thrusting motion.
Aragorn slowly pulled the finger out replacing it with two and was rewarded with
yelps of pleasure from Frodo.

Aragorn could no longer wait and removing his fingers he pulled Frodo up. Frodo
released his legs from around Aragorn’s waist and turned around in his lap as
Aragorn, grasping his hips pulled him back against his body.  Frodo’s hands
returned to his throbbing member as he felt Aragorn’s rigid shaft pressing
against his buttocks.  

"Frodo?"

"Yes, oh please yes…" came the strangled cry from Frodo who was so close to
release yet was trying desperately to hold it back until he could share it with
him. Aragorn poised at the tight muscled entrance, took a deep breath and thrust
into Frodo slowly and smoothly. Frodo yelped out with the entry.  Aragorn began
to slowly thrust forward and soon he and Frodo were moving in a combined rhythm
of gratification.  Slowly at first, then faster as a madness seemed to take
over. They were both so close to releasing yet both held it back as to not find
the end so quickly. 

The light around them seemed to expand and contract. Frodo pressed back against
Aragorn pushing him deeper within.  Aragorn arched his back and pulled Frodo
tighter to him. Moaning he laid his head on Frodo’s shoulder, pumping harder and
faster against Frodo. Reaching a hand around Frodo’s waist he took Frodo’s hands
in his and they moved as one. Gasping for air they fought to lengthen the raging
fire within.  Frodo felt Aragorn’s ragged breath on his neck and shivers of
quick silver ran down his body as he wailed out with as a stream of his hot seed
spilled out onto their hands. His body was racked with shudders of satisfaction
as Aragorn exploded inside of him.  Together their bodies bucked like spasms of
intensity from a lightning strike. 

They were still, lying on the rug holding one another tightly, fearing to let
go. Breathing in unison their sweat mixed with the touches of skin.  The heat of
the fire matched the heat rising from their bodies. Aragorn rose and gently
lifted Frodo carrying him to the bed.  Lying in each other’s arms they fell into
a peaceful deep slumber.

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 6/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn give in to their long hidden desires to be together.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: YAY! More Graphic Sex! 
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I'll most likely say yes!
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Have fun! Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my
misbehavior when I inflicted this upon them… especially Sue, Vic, Trish and Liv
who at about this installment started yelling at me not to let Arwen get between
Frodo and Aragorn. Hhhmm.. what do you do with an elf princess who's not
wanted....

Installment 6 – Not Fall Away

Aragorn ran a finger along Frodo's jaw line. Cupping his hand under Frodo's
chin, he moves closer... licking his lips. 

Frodo started, "I.." 

"Sshh..."

Bending closer Aragorn's lips brushed against Frodo's mouth. A sigh escapes with
the soft touch of warmth. Frodo's eyes glistened in the first light of the
morning and Aragorn was drawn into their depths and lost in a sea of blue. 

Reaching up Frodo pulled Aragorn closer. His breath is sweet against his skin.
"I never thought..." he said as a slow smile came to Aragorn's face. 

"I never thought either Frodo. You have filled a hole within me I never thought
would be sated."  His mouth once again finding Frodo's he pressed him down into
the bed as his tongue searched the depths of his mouth.

Frodo moved his hands down Aragorn’s shoulders and over his chest.  He felt the
fires rekindled in his belly. Aragorn pulled the coverlet back revealing the
soft ivory skin of Frodo’s torso. He lightly ran a finger across the supple
flesh. His building desire to possess the young man next to him completely
without any restrictions pulsed through his body.

Nuzzling the tanned soft skin of Aragorn’s neck Frodo moved his hands over the
softly furred muscles of Aragorn’s chest and down along his sides to his hips. 
Moving into the soft hair and to the growing erection of Aragorn’s manhood. 
Lightly he ran his fingers up and down the length of the shaft.  A whimper
escaped from deep in Aragorn’s chest at the touch.  Shivers ran through his
blood making goose bumps appear.

"Ah," Frodo said at the elicited response to his touch. "I see it’s my turn to
be the master."

"Frodo" Aragorn moaned and rolled over onto his back.  

Frodo continued to torment the hardening flesh with his fingertips as he slowly
planted kisses over Aragorn’s chest. Licking at the erect nipples he left trails
of quick silver as he moved lower to his belly. His tongue licking at his navel,
Aragorn’s mind was swimming in the trail of the wet heat.  Placing a hand on
Frodo’s head he ran his fingers through his hair. Frodo continued his dissent
and the butterfly touch on Aragorn’s fully erect member.

Moving ever onward, Frodo pushed Aragorn’s legs apart running his hands over his
inner thighs as softly as a feather. Chills coursed through his body to his very
soul.  Aragorn struggled to maintain his sanity, grabbing at the bedding with
white knuckled fists. Unable to restrain himself he let out a cry as Frodo ran
the tip of his tongue lightly along the length of his manhood, flicking at the
sensitive tip.

"Frodo please…" Aragorn gasped.

"Frodo what?" the devilish imp replied.

"Don’t, oh lord, don’t…"

"Don’t… what Aragorn?"

"You drive me to madness Frodo!" Aragorn cried hoarsely.

Frodo giggled, enjoying the power he held over the most powerful of men. 
Licking at the tip of his member he felt the spasms running through the hard
muscles of Aragorn’s stomach and legs against his palms. Aragorn was soon bathed
in glistening sheen of fine sweat. Desperate to steel himself against the sweet
torture and prolong it he threw both of his hands above his head grabbing at the
headboard of the bed.  

Aragorn arched his back with a gasp and Frodo took him fully into his mouth. The
moist heat against his skin sent shockwaves up his spine.  Frodo drank in the
taste of his skin and wanted more. His tongue lapping at the rigid shaft he drew
up to the tip only to move back down again. Sucking at it like an icicle treat
on a hot day.  Moaning uncontrollably now, Aragorn thrust his hips upward
pushing deeper into Frodo’s mouth. 

Aragorn’s mind was void of all thoughts other than that of the pleasure of
release. Moving with his thrusts Frodo drew deeper, running his teeth over the
throbbing flesh.  Nibbling at the skin along the head extracting a guttural moan
from Aragorn. Pulling back panting Frodo running his hands over Aragorn’s
abdomen and blew lightly across the vulnerable tip. The fine opulent pearl
appeared at the head as Aragorn grunted noiselessly.

Frodo wanting to please Aragorn took him again into his mouth, continuing the
motions that were driving Aragorn closer to the brink of release.  He would not
be disappointed. Aragorn bucking against him could no longer hold back and with
a cry of pure pleasure spilled his seed into Frodo’s greedy mouth. Waves of
electricity crashed against his senses rending him mute as Frodo swallowed down
the sweet nectar.  Lightning kisses danced along his skin with every movement,
every touch. 

Spent and exhausted, Aragorn’s body sank into the bed.  Frodo rested his head on
Aragorn’s belly while both allowed their panting breaths to shallow and become
even. After a short time Frodo crawled up along side of his lover laying his
head on his shoulder. Aragorn drew him closer in his arms as Frodo’s breathing
became steady with sleep. Aragorn could hear the first sounds of the household
waking up to the new day as he joined Frodo in a blissful slumber.

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 7/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Gondor prepares for the King’s wedding. Frodo and Aragorn are finding
it hard not to be together and are dreading their coming separation. Will this
be the end?
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: Angst Alert!! And Concensual sex.
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I’ll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior …
especially Sue, Vic and Trish! 

Installment 7 – Eminent  Arrival

The next few weeks were a whirl of activity as Gondor prepared for the wedding
of the king to the Lady Arwen.  Aragorn and Frodo stole away as often as they
could to be alone together. Aragorn received word one warm afternoon that the
travelers from Imladris would arrive in Gondor on the following day.  He sent a
contingent from the palace to meet them on the road and escort them the final
leg of their journey.  He knew he should have gone himself, but could not bring
himself to do it.  His heart felt heavy and he knew the reason why. 

Walking through the paths of the city passing several people preparing the city
for the celebration.  Aragorn would smile and nod as they pushed forward to
press his hand and wish him well.  Thanking them for their best wishes his mind
felt numb. He should be happy, excited. The one thing he had wanted for so long
he envisioned it with ease no longer was easy to see. Where Arwen’s dark flowing
hair used to stir with the soft evening breezes revealing her violet eyes he now
saw only short curly locks framing deep blue pools that he wished to drown
himself in for eternity. 

When the evening’s repast was set out for all the guests who had already arrived
for the wedding Aragorn found himself searching the crowd for those blue eyes
and the soft sweet smile that would accompany them. But he did not see them
amongst those gathered that night. Seeing Faramir and Eowyn in deep conversation
with Gandalf brought a twinge to his heart. 

Had his little one stayed from feast this night because of the pain of
remembrance? Or was his pending marriage the reason for Frodo’s absence.
Legolas, sitting to his right laid a hand on his arm.

"Aragorn, what is wrong?" he asked, eyes filled with concern.

"It is nothing Legolas" he replied distractedly. But Legolas would not be
stayed.

"It is something Aragorn, you are troubled when you should be happy.  Arwen will
be here on the morrow and yet I feel you heart breaking within." He searched the
king’s face looking for some sign of what may be the cause.  

Aragorn continued to scan those people assembled hoping for a glimpse of Frodo.
"Ah, I see." Legolas said nodding in understanding. Aragorn turned to look at
his old friend to see the love of a true friend in his simple smile.

"It’s Frodo you seek."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about Legolas," Aragorn stammered quickly
turning his face from the elf for fear of revealing far more than he was willing
to share. 

"Aragorn, we have known each other far longer than we can count in the leaves on
the trees. If you do not wish to discuss this I’ll understand for it is your
business, however, know this, if you have the need to… well, you know I am at
your disposal."

Placing a hand on the elf’s shoulder a knowing smile came to Aragorn’s face. "I
know my friend. But truly, there is nothing in this that I can either discuss
nor you should trouble yourself with." 

Aragorn smiled with earnest and squeezed the elf’s shoulder lightly and motioned
to Gimli who was approaching the table. "Besides this is a party and I’m certain
that Gimli has something to discuss with you that will require all of your
attention."

"Aragorn?"

"Do not worry Legolas, I am alright. Now enjoy the evening for tomorrow I wed."
he said as he rose to greet Gimli. The elf joined him and was soon deep in
conversation with his dwarf companion. 

Aragorn made his way around the room greeting guests and when the opportunity
presented itself, slipped out into the crisp night air and made his way to
Frodo’s apartments only to find them empty. 

Concern began to envelop his mind at Frodo’s absence. Fearing he may have again
fallen ill he rushed to the Healing House to find that it too was empty.
Standing in silence at the doorway he reached out with his mind, searching for
some sign of the hobbit.

His mind ran back to all of their secret meetings and the places they found to
have for themselves over the last few weeks. The gardens, the library, his
rooms? It would take the entire night to search all of them but Aragorn felt the
need to find him growing more desperately within his heart. Fear that he might
be hurt, ill or even worse gone from Gondor turned his stomach. 

"No, he would not have left," he said to himself "he promised to stay."

"He waits for you in your rooms Aragorn," a light voice came from the shadows.
Startled he turned quickly to find Legolas there.

"How did you…?" Aragorn asked.

"How did I know? I’ve known for a while now. You forget whom you talk to my
friend. I’ve been hearing you and Frodo all over the city. For a king you really
should be more discreet" Legolas replied with a snicker. 

At seeing the anguish in Aragorn’s face, Legolas smiled as he placed a hand on
Aragorn’s shoulder. "Go to him. He needs you now as you need him."

There was no accusation in the elf’s words and he asked for no explanation.  His
acceptance of the situation brought comfort to his heart.

Aragorn turned down the path to the main halls and made his way to his rooms.
The torches along the hallway flickered as he rushed by. Opening the door he
found it dark except for the fire in the great fireplace. Relief flooded over
Aragorn when he saw the small figure sitting on the rug in front of it. 

"Nîn melethron" Aragorn sighed at the sight of Frodo. Hearing the door closing
Frodo turned.  Seeing the tears running down Frodo’s face and rushed to enfold
him in his arms. Their embrace was that of desperation and fear of their eminent
separation. 

"By the stars I thought I had lost you" Aragorn murmured in against his neck.

"I’m sorry Aragorn, I tried to attend the feast… but…. I just couldn’t pretend
to be happy about this." Aragorn held him all the tighter, placing small kisses
along Frodo’s neck. "I knew this was coming. I just could not face the
inevitable. Not with the a smile."

"Oh Frodo, I’m so sorry."

"No Aragorn, do not apologize. I knew this before we began." Frodo looked into
his eyes, ran his fingers down the bearded jaw and sighed. "It was meant to be,
you and Arwen and I will not stand in the way of that. No matter how it tears at
my heart to do so. Nîn melethron"

They held each other in silence for a long while. The fire growing dim on the
grate as the moon rose full over the city. 

"Aragorn?"

"Yes my love."

"I do not wish our last night to be one of sorrow." Frodo said as he took
Aragorn’s face in his hands and began to kiss away the trails of tears on his
cheeks. Aragorn sighed and closed his eyes. 

"Nor do I Frodo" he replied as he brushed Frodo’s lips with his own. Pulling
closer to each other their kiss was one of passion to rival the ages.  Tongues
entwined, searching for a release from the pain in their hearts.  Their hands
moving to the remove the clothing that covered their bodies Aragorn began to
chuckle.  

"What are you laughing at?" Frodo asked with a giggle at the secret joke Aragorn
seemed to be having.

"Us! I was remembering our first night. I seem to recall holding you captive
with your shirt." Aragorn replied with a laugh. Frodo joined him in the
remembrance of that night. 

"You were quite the ‘King’ that night as I recall." Frodo said with a smile.
Squinting his eyes are Aragorn and placing his hands on his hips. "And don’t you
dare try to do that again!"

"Do you dare order me about sir?" Aragorn replied with the same devilish giggle
Frodo had come to love and anticipate.

"And just what would you do if I did?" Frodo said with an air of dignity.

"Oh, I don’t know… maybe this!" Aragorn shouted as he pounced on Frodo, rolling
back onto the rug. Pinning him to the floor he began to tickle the hobbit
mercilessly. Frodo was howling with laughter and crying for Aragorn to stop.

Aragorn, sitting back on his heals continued laughing but stopped the torment of
his captive.  Frodo, desperate to catch his breath shook a finger at him "You’ll
be sorry, just you wait."

"And just what is it you think you are going to do about it?" Aragorn said as he
bent over Frodo’s prone body.

"This!" Frodo yelped and with a great surge of energy pushed up at Aragorn who
lost his balance and fell backwards onto the rug. Frodo quickly straddling his
waist and began tickling him in return of the king’s giggling laughter rang
through the room.

They wrestled about on the floor until they were too exhausted to continue.
Their eyes met and holding the gaze, they began tearing at their own clothes in
earnest. Panting breaths subsiding only slightly, Frodo pressed his lips to
Aragorn’s mouth in a deep passionate embrace. 

Their bodies as bare as their souls, hands moved freely over fevered flesh.
Their tongues searched the moist heat of each other’s mouths. Aragorn moving his
hands down Frodo’s torso to his hips slid around to cup his buttocks. Pulling
him tightly to his own body they groaned in unison at the touch of their
hardening shafts pressing hard against each other.

"Aragorn let me," Frodo mumbled as he pushed him down onto the soft rug. His
quickly traced kisses down Aragorn’s chest. Frodo felt desperation grow within
himself along with the fire that was growing in his loins. Turning around he
bent over Aragorn’s erect member and licked the tip lightly.  A moan escaped
from Aragorn’s lips as he traced his fingers down Frodo’s back.

Shivers like ice ran through Frodo’s hot flesh with the touch.  "Frodo, I want
you" Aragorn whispered deeply. Frodo’s mind tingled at the request for he knew
what it meant. 

Moving with hobbit like agility Frodo positioned his knees at Aragorn’s
shoulders as he bent over his body. Once again he licked at the sensitive tip of
Aragorn’s rigid shaft and gasped as Aragorn lying beneath him did the same. 

Running his hands up along his thighs, Aragorn clasped Frodo’s buttocks and
pulled himself upward taking Frodo fully into his mouth.  Frodo froze, unable to
breath, at the sensation of the hot wetness of Aragorn’s mouth. Arching his back
he pushed his hips downward to meet Aragorn’s voracious tongue.

Aragorn’s mind was lost in a swirling mist of delight as Frodo ran his tongue
along his throbbing manhood. Lifting his hips upward Frodo obliged his whimper
and slowly began to move this red moist lips down over the shaft. He felt as
though his entire body was enveloped in sparks from a blazing fire. 

Slowly they began moving in unison, bucking their hips forward, pressing deeper
into each other’s mouths. Teeth trailing along the hardened flesh teasing the
tender skin with soft nips and here and there. Tongues lapping along the sides
as the friction built to a fevered pitch. Sucking upward as another moved
downward. Their emotions teetering along with their bodies, strangled moans
echoing against the walls of the room.

Their hearts raced faster in time with their bodies. Liquid movements of the two
now moving as one. Each sensation sending an electric spasm through their heated
blood bringing them closer and closer to the release from this exquisite prison.

Frodo groaned loudly as he reached the pinnacle and his climax released into
Aragorn’s ravenous mouth. Shudders ran through his body in uncontrollable
tremors as he continued to devour Aragorn’s flesh. Aragorn licking at the hot
liquid felt himself climaxing and lessening his hold on Frodo’s manhood cried
out loudly as he exploded into Frodo’s mouth.  

Both men’s bodies continued to buck against one another in residual spasms. 
Their minds awash in the satisfaction they had brought to each other quietly
licked at the spent seed. Their breathing slowing as the fire burned through
their veins.  Frodo moved and laying his head down onto Aragorn’s belly they
were quiet for a time. 

Propping himself up on his elbows, Aragorn ran a hand over Frodo’s head,
twirling a strand of hair between his fingers.  Frodo turned his head to find
Aragorn’s green eyes sparkling in the dimming light of the fire gazing down at
him.  The light he found there held a promise and he mouthed a silent prayer in
response.  Gazing into his eyes for that brief moment in time, both knew they
this would not be the end of their relationship. They would not let it be the
end.

TBC ~ BU

-----

Title: Stolen Night 8/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: 
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn on what is to be their last night together find
themselves under attack.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: Danger and Violence. Meep!
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I’ll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
especially Sue, Vic and Trish! Special thanks for badgering me to keep Frodo and
Aragorn together.

Installment 8 – An Arrival of Another Sort

Frodo woke with a start. "Gah!" he yelped sitting straight up, his shoulder
knocking against Aragorn’s chin. Startled Aragorn sat up quickly taking Frodo
into his arms. Frodo’s head whipping around, eyes searching the dark shadows of
the room. The fire had died upon the hearth and all was darkness.

"Frodo, what is it? What’s wrong?" queried Aragorn pulling him closer, hoping to
calm him.

"Someone is here!" he hissed through clenched teeth.

Aragorn immediately on the defensive rose to his feet, grabbing his sword from
the table where it was resting. He began searching the rooms for any sign of an
intruder. Finding nothing he returned to Frodo and gathered him in his arms once
more.

"It was but a dream love. Be at ease there is no one here," he whispered against
his hair.

"Aragorn, it was not a dream! I swear there was someone here! I can still feel
them like poison against my skin!" Frodo trembling uncontrollably wrapped his
arms around Aragorn’s waist. Clinging so tightly he threatened Aragorn’s ability
to breathe.

"Be still love, I promise you there is no one here." Aragorn whispered, again
trying to reassure Frodo, yet he too felt something now. A nagging presence
pulling at his soul. He reached out with his mind for some echo of what might be
there. 

Frodo’s breathing was slowing and he released his grip somewhat. It was still
there, he was certain of that. But he also knew that Aragorn would not allow
anything to happen to him. 

Then Aragorn’s whole body jerked with sudden tension that frightened him more
than the presence he felt. Jumping to his feet, Aragorn again took up his sword
and standing over Frodo he braced himself, ready for a battle. 

"Show yourself, be you spirit or man!" Aragorn shouted into the darkness. Both
men waited in silence. The whisper moved over their bodies so quickly that it
startled both and they backed away toward the bed. Aragorn screamed and doubled
over as great red welts appeared across his chest and thighs. Frodo rose to his
feet and stared eyes wide with terror at droplets of dark red blood formed along
the tears in his flesh.

"Aragorn!" he shouted as he grabbed the sheet from the bed to press over the
wounds when he felt a burning against his back. He screamed and dropped again to
his knees. His skin blistering at the base of his shoulders.

A great force slammed against Aragorn’s body and he was thrown back against the
wall, his skull striking it with loud crack. His knees buckled beneath him as
his body fell to the floor.

Frodo unable to move as the fire within his skin built and his mind was filled
with a white-hot light that threatened to steal his very life. His breath stolen
from him by the pain he slipped unconscious upon the rug, his arms reaching out
for Aragorn’s lifeless body.

The door of the room banged open against the wall as Legolas rushed in, knifes
drawn for battle. Stepping lightly over his friends’ prone forms he searched for
signs of the intruders as Sam and Gandalf rushed in behind him, swords drawn.
Seeing the unconscious bodies on the floor they rushed to their sides.

"Mr. Frodo!! Who did this to you?" Sam exclaimed his body quivering from the
sight of the blisters spreading quickly over his back. "Frodo? Frodo!" 

"Calm yourself Sam, tend to his wounds!" Gandalf barked as he bent over Aragorn.
Seeing the spreading pool of crimson, he gently lifted his head and firmly
placed pressure against the wicked gash he found on his scalp, hoping to staunch
the wound. 

Legolas having searched the rooms thoroughly stopped in front of the door as
Gimli, Merry and Pippin puffed their way into the room, weapons drawn!

"What goes on here! Where is the devils responsible?" Gimli growled.

"There’s no one here! Yet… I feel… something" Legolas stammered as an icy dark
shadow spun around the companions standing in the doorway and out into the hall.
All four spun on their heals as Legolas chased after the dark shadow down the
hallway.  Gimli following closely behind him.

Merry and Pippin spun back around staring in disbelief at what lay before them.
Aragorn and Frodo badly wounded and it happened in the king’s rooms. The scene
caused both hobbits to freeze in their tracks, uncertain of what to do. The
bewilderment was broken as Gandalf called them to help.

"Pippin! Go to the Healing House and get the warden there. Tell him the king and
a friend are grievously injured." Pippin nodded and ran from the room in a dash.
"Merry! Go to Lord Faramir and King Eomer and tell them what happened. Tell them
to send a company of men to the travelers from Lothlorien. We need Lord Elrond
here immediately. We need his healing powers. There is no time to waste!"

Merry flustered by the scene stood frozen for a moment "But what Gandalf? What
should I tell them happened?"

"They were attacked Merry, by what I do not know. But it was evil and they have
little hope unless we can get Lord Elrond here, now go boy!" Merry turned on his
heal and left the room in a flash.

Sam having retrieved some cool water and clothes worried over Frodo’s back, the
blisters still spreading had slowed but had not lost their grip on his skin.
"Gandalf the blisters won’t stop! What could have done this? It’s almost as if
someone set fire to his backside!"

"I don’t know Samwise, do what you can." Gandalf replied in a strained murmur. 

Frodo stirred beneath Sam’s gentle hands then crying out at the pain that he
forced his eyes open. He saw Gandalf turn a concerned face towards him.  He was
saying something but Frodo could not make out the words. His eyes moved and
seeing Aragorn’s head resting in his hands and the scarlet stain on the floor
around him Frodo’s mind slipped back into darkness as Sam’s voiced echoed in his
head.  "Frodo!"

* * * *

A great roar rose from the city of Gondor and soldiers and citizens were pulled
from their beds at the cry of the attack upon the king.  Lord Faramir gathered a
company of men and leading them he, rode to the camp of the travelers of Lorien
to retrieve Lord Elrond. King Eomer gathered more soldiers to search the city
for any signs of the perpetrator of the attack.  

Legolas and Gimli having followed the dark shadow as long as they could before
losing all trace of the creature, hurried back to the king’s chambers to offer
their protection against further attack. Gimli barked orders at the sleepy eyed
guards arriving far too late to protect their king. He set them to searching the
castle for any other intruders.

Gandalf took lead over the attendants that arrived from the Healing House.  They
gently placed the limp bodies onto litters and swiftly carried them to the
surgeries.  They administered potions and herbs but were at a lost not knowing
the cause of the injuries.

Frodo’s body was covered with weeping blisters that continued to move over his
skin.  Gently they wrapped poultices over the ravaged flesh hoping to draw out
the poisons contained within. Sam stood by his bed, wringing his hands, helpless
to do anything for his dear friend. Frodo drifted in and out of wakefulness, his
mind pulling him back from the pain.

The gash on Aragorn’s head had mercifully stopped bleeding though he remained
unconscious. They had ascertained that he had some broken ribs and that his
skull had certainly been fractured from a blow. The bleeding from the welts on
his chest and legs had been stopped and cool cloths applied with lineaments.
They set to begin the healing of the deep scratches. The concern was that there
was no indication of waking. He lay motionless. All hope held tightly in their
minds, for as long as he still breathed there was hope.

Gandalf was at a loss at what more he could to do for them. He had done what he
could but knew that only Lord Elrond could help them now. As the healers moved
about them  Gandalf went to Legolas who had taken up a position by the doors.

"Will they survive?" the elf asked quietly.

"I do not know. Did you see it, the thing that caused this Legolas?"

"No, I did not see it, but I felt it. So filled with anger and hatred. Whatever
it was it has left the city. It continues to move away from my senses." Legolas
replied quietly.

"Keep a watch my friend. If you so much feel a twinge let me know." Gandalf said
as he placed a hand on Legolas’ shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. Legolas
nodded and continued to send his senses in search of the being that had caused
so much damage in so short a time.

Gandalf returned to Aragorn’s side looking down at the noble face. He had sworn
the healers to silence when he had seen the marks on his chest where the deep
red welts began and ended. They were prints of a hand, a small, slender hand.

* * * * *

The sun rose hot causing a deep haze of fog as the steam from the ground rose
upward toward the sky.  Pippin and Merry had taken posts at the gate watching
for any signs of Lord Faramir’s return with Lord Elrond. Both at a loss for
words had come here after seeing the damage done to their friends’ bodies just
hours earlier.

A flicker in the distance and Merry rose the cry of approaching riders.  Both
hobbits stood silently along side the soldiers on the wall waiting for the party
to come closer. Pippin was the first to cry out the identity of Lords Faramir
and Elrond. The banners flying above them as they rode hard toward the city. 
The gates were opened and the riders past through quickly, Faramir leading the
group directly to the Healing House.

Upon their arrival, they flew from their mounts and rushed through the doors.
Elrond stopping briefly at Legolas’ side to ask a quick question of what he had
seen. He told him what little he knew and Elrond moved quickly into the room and
directly to Aragorn’s side. 

Placing a hand upon his forehead he began to chant words in the ancient Quenya.
He stopped for a moment looking to Gandalf, who nodding gathered the attendants
and directed them out of the building.  He let Sam stay as he was kneeling next
to Frodo’s bed was in silent prayer. 

Elrond continued to work over Aragorn discerning that damage done to him was
more than physical.  He was in danger of losing his life. Drawing all of his
powers forward he searched Aragorn’s soul drawing him back into the light.  For
a very long time the only sound that could be heard was the soft sobs that
racked Sam’s small body.

A silence fell over the city and the people waited for news of their king.
Celeborn, Galadriel and Arwen arrived shortly and made their way directly to the
Healing House where they joined Elrond in the healing process. Galadriel and
Celeborn quickly joined with Elrond to call Aragorn back from the darkened abyss
his mind had fallen in.

Arwen stopped as she crossed the doorway and surveyed the scene. Legolas reached
out a hand to comfort her, yet did not touch her as the creature, dark and
moving again somewhere nearby leapt into his mind. Arwen moved slowly to Frodo
and silently worked to bring comfort the small hobbit. Sam assisted her best he
could. 

Legolas stood watching in silence for a few moments longer before motioning to
Gandalf who joined him in the doorway. "The creature is about again." The words
forming silently in Gandalf’s mind.

"Are you certain?" Gandalf questioned wordlessly back. He followed Legolas’ gaze
and nodded as he looked to Arwen who continued to administer to Frodo’s wounded
flesh, her face emotionless and frozen. Gandalf glanced over to Elrond who
staring at Arwen’s back slowly moved his glance to Gandalf’s. He nodded briefly
and then moved his attention back to Aragorn.

A gasp shattering the silence came from Aragorn as the three high elves touched
his being and pulled him back into the light. All heads turned to see his eyes
flashing open. The pain in his spirit was so intense it distorted his features
as he fought to hold on to consciousness. His body rocked with spasms as he held
his breath for a moment and then unable to maintain it any longer he cried out
three words and fell into oblivion once again. 

All eye’s turned to the silent elf princess as Aragorn’s words ricocheted off of
the walls. "Arwen! No Don’t!"

"Arwen" Elrond said in the deafening silence that followed Aragorn cry. 

"Yes father?"

"Go to your chambers, wait for me there."

"Father I wish to help."

"Daughter, do not question me, go." Elrond growled. Arwen rose and walked slowly
to the door. She turned to speak but seeing the look on faces of those gathered
in the room, thought better of it. "Legolas, see that her room is safe and
remains that way." With a nod, Legolas escorted the princess to her rooms in the
castle. Once there stood guard that the door to ensure no one would go in or
out.

Elrond stared into space for a few moments after they had left.  Taking a few
deep breaths he turned to find Galadriel’s eyes upon him. Frodo and Aragorn’s
breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the deepening silence of the
room. Yet in the elves minds, they could hear only their screams.

TBC ~ BU

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Title: Stolen Night 9/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: PG13
Summary: Frodo and Aragorn having been attacked by an unseen creature lie
grievously wounded while the elves attempt to heal them. Arwen is suspect and
Elrond must discover just how she is involved.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: Whole Lotta Angst but hope for a happier tomorrow! No sex – sorry!
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I’ll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: I am adjusting the story written by Tolkien for my own literary
purposes. Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior ... 
especially Sue, Vic and Trish! And to Kate who always inspires me. 

Installment 9- Creature from Within

It had been 5 days since the attack. The wedding indefinitely postponed, Faramir
had taken his place as the Steward of Gondor and assured that the city would
continue to be rebuilt.  King Eomer had returned to Rohan with his sister Eowyn,
Merry and the body of King Theoden for a proper burial.  

While Frodo had passed in and out of wakefulness once or twice he soon fell back
down the darkened path. The trio of elves who cared for him determined that it
was poison that caused the wounds, though they did not know what kind of poison
it was. Celeborn focused his attention on the hobbit while Elrond and Galadriel
worked with Aragorn.  He had only one other wakening. Far less shocking to the
witnesses yet filled with pain and agony. Several times over the days of healing
the elves had to break away to recover themselves. 

Aragorn had been moved to his private chambers by Elrond’s orders. He had feared
that whatever Arwen had become involved with or tainted by might strike out at
the lovers if they were kept in the same room.  Galadriel and Legolas were
hopeful and seemed to be making progress. The physical wounds were healing and
some of Aragorn’s strength seemed to have returned as he rested more peacefully. 

Yet there were times when it seemed the very demons of Sauron had returned and
racked his body with fevered nightmares, striking at it with convulsions and
tremors. He wandered in a fog of delirium calling out the names of friends and
loved ones. He called out for Frodo the most only to be hushed back to sleep by
his healers.

Few questions were asked as to why and how Frodo and Aragorn came to be found
together in the king’s chambers. Elrond had pulled Legolas aside for explanation
more as to how long rather than why, as he had sensed the awkward moments
between them before they had set out from Rivendell oh so many months ago.  

For the others the answer was already known to most of them, as they had been
witness to the exchanges between the two over the last few weeks. They had
guessed at the meanings of the looks and tender words exchanged by their two
friends.

Elrond was at a loss knowing that his own daughter could be the cause of such
destruction. He had visited with her only once briefly since the day of the
attack and now prepared himself to deal with her until he found the cause of her
alteration. 

He had called Legolas to assist Galadriel with Aragorn and Haldir to assist
Celeborn with Frodo. While neither was trained in the healing arts, their love
for each other and their two friends could only serve to help. Gandalf, Gimli,
Sam, Merry and Pippin all assisted where they could. They would gather supplies
and run errands when needed.  

As they watched Elrond leaving to confront the evil that had taken over his
daughter’s spirit, all those assembled said a silent prayer that he would be
successful. With his twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir standing guard at the door
as much as to be a support for their father, he entered the room, locking the
door behind him.

Silence echoed between prayers and chants of healing and thoughts of Elrond and
Arwen.  

Four nights passed when Elrond re-emerged from the room. Drained and pale he
went to his rooms without speaking to anyone. At the passing of midnight, Frodo
awoke. Seeing Celeborn and Haldir leaning over him he was confused, seeming not
to remember anything that had occurred. 

"What happened? Where am I?" he asked, voice trembling.

Sam rushed forward at the sound of Frodo’s voice, knocking Haldir into the wall
in the process. "Mr. Frodo! You’re awake! Thank the stars! I thought we would
never get you back!" turning to the elf sitting on the floor he began to help
him up "Oohh… Mr. Haldir I’m so sorry! I just got so excited to see…"

"No need to apologize Sam," Haldir chuckled as he stood up with help of the
hobbit. "I think Frodo could use your company more than mine right now." Smiling
the elf went to Celeborn and Gandalf near the door and joined their quiet
conversation.

"Sam? What happened? I don’t remember anything." Frodo spoke quietly. Exhaustion
tainting his mind, he felt as though he was looking at the world through a thick
fog. "What day is it?"

"Oh Frodo" Sam said as he took a cool cloth to his forehead, "Don’t you worry
about any of that now. You need your rest! And don’t you worry about Aragorn,
they say he’s going to be ok…"

"Aragorn?" Frodo asked looking quite bewildered his mind scrambling for some
understanding. "What happened to Aragorn?"

Sam cast a worried glance quickly at the group by the door that had become
silent at the mention of Aragorn’s name. Frodo following his glance spotted the
wizard and elves for the first time. "Gandalf? What happened to Aragorn?" he
shouted.

"Frodo you need to relax," the wizard replied as he came to Frodo’s side and
took a seat. "You’ve been very ill. Do not worry about Aragorn, he will be
alright." He took the hobbit’s hand in his own. "You need to worry about getting
well yourself."

"But, is he… alright? I do not remember anything. Not since Faramir’s wedding…
I…" Frodo stammered, shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs that filled it.

"Frodo, he will be fine. Concentrate on yourself" Gandalf replied. Sam stood
behind him trying to put on a happy face for his ill friend.  "Now you just lie
back and relax.  Your back has healed thanks for Celeborn and Haldir. And I will
not let you put all their hard work to waste."  

Gandalf gently pushed Frodo back down onto the bed. Frodo too exhausted to
complain, closed his eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Gandalf turned
to Sam, told him to keep watch over Frodo and that they would be back later. He
joined the elves and the three left the room with Sam watching over his dearest
friend. All were thinking that the loss of Frodo’s memory of the last few weeks
and how it would be a blessing or a curse.

~ ~ ~ ~

Elrond sought the council of Galadriel, Celeborn and Gandalf after a time. While
the news he shared with them was not as complete as he would have desired, it
was more than any of them could have hoped for.  Elrond struggled with how to
explain it all, for even he himself had never encountered such an affliction.

"She is tormented with a demon I’ve never encountered before. I asked her to
explain herself, her actions.  She is deeply remorseful of what she has been
done; yet she remembers so little of it. She is possessed by some phantom, some
witchcraft." 

"Her love and desire for Estel is so strong that at their first meeting she
became transfixed on his every movement. She imagined him beside her when he was
a world away. She said she could hear his voice and feel his touch upon her
skin." 

All gathered pondered Elrond’s word, attempting to find an answer to that which
plagued Arwen.

"It is almost as if she thought him to always be at her side. I know that Estel
felt a great love for her when they met. When Estel went into exile, the parting
tore away at that feeling and she clung to it in desperation. When he did not
return for her, something within her started break and tear open her mind. She
called out to the powers that be for help. That was when she met him."

"Met who?" Galadriel queried.

"Him, that is all she knows this creature by. She said he spoke to her, told her
things she wanted to hear. Told her of Estel. Arwen said she spent many days
speaking with this being, he comforted her when she was alone, sang to her as
Estel had sang, spoke the way Estel had spoken to her."

"Elrond, did she give you a description of the creature? Anything at all? Any
clue as to what it may be?" Celeborn asked.

"Nothing. The way in which she described it was that it was all light, yet all
darkness woven into the canvas of the being. She said it has the power of the
elves and can speak the ancient tongue of our people. The way she spoke of it
was almost as if it were an elf yet not. She confided her every desire and worry
to it."

"She expressed her despair at Estel’s not being there for her. Told it of her
concern that he might find another and leave her. Her mind wound unto itself and
has wrapped itself around a figure of Estel. This thing hears every whisper,
feels every movement and knows every secret hidden within her heart."

Elrond looked at the others and saw their confusion and concern. "She invited
this creature into her being, into her very soul! I know of no creature like
this. She told me that it went out to abolish those who would do her harm. And
in doing so found Estel and Frodo together and proceeded to destroy them for
their betrayal of her."

"I fear for any that disturbs what peace she has found at this moment. I fear
for any who would cause her grief. For certainly that is what has happened with
Estel and Frodo."

"You speak as though she knew of the relationship between Aragorn and Frodo. 
Yet this is a recent development for sure. How could she have known?" Gandalf
inquired resting his hand upon the elf’s hand.

Hanging his head Elrond whispered, "Whatever this ‘thing’ is, it has great
power. Power that has increased by joining with Arwen’s Elvin powers and
infected her entire being.  Even now I feel this thing searching the hallways of
this castle. Searching for Estel and Frodo."

The group was silent for a long time then discussed what was to be done next.
The final decision made the group prepare to leave Elrond to carry out their
assigned tasks. Celeborn, Galadriel and Haldir would take Arwen to Lothlorien in
hopes of dispelling the creature’s grasp on her without further disruption to
the people of Gondor. If this were not possible she would be taken to the Gray
Havens to complete the healing process. 

There was a knock at the door and Legolas was allowed entry. "Aragorn is awake.
He remembers all of it though the pain has greatly receded. He wishes to see
Frodo… I told him I would inquire as to…"

"No Legolas," Elrond replied quickly. "Tell him Frodo is sleeping and must not
be disturbed. I will be there momentarily to speak with him.  If he is overly
tired I will wait till he wakes again.  Legolas, do not allow him to go to
Frodo, the danger is too great to both of them still."

Legolas stood still for a moment staring at Elrond’s stricken face and the
serious faces of the rest of the group. Disbelief then a trace of fear past over
his features briefly before he nodded and left for Aragorn’s side.

"I will be the one to tell him of this and of the rest that must be done."
Elrond told the others. "She is my daughter and I take this responsibility as
such. It shall break his heart, but there is no other way."  He stood, bowed
slightly to the others and left for the king’s chambers.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

He could hear him arguing with Legolas before he even entered the rooms and when
he walked in he found Legolas and Gimli wrestling with Aragorn trying to keep
him in bed. 
Legolas was kneeling on the edge of the bed attempting to push him back into the
bed while Gimli grasping his arms on the other side of the bed trying to keep
him upon it at least.  The pain on Aragorn’s face was very evident as was his
determination to get out of the bed. 

"I’ll not be held prisoner in my own home Legolas I will go where I wish!"
Aragorn rasped quite out of breath.

"Aragorn you are not well yet," Legolas grunted with a great shove backward.
"Don’t make me worsen your pains by re-breaking some of those ribs… uuuuughh!!!
Stay in bed blast you!"

"Aragorn!" barked Gimli grasping his shoulders as he was pulled forward onto the
bed as Aragorn sat up again "this truly is not the way for a king to behave!"

"Let! Me! Go!" he bellowed finally slipping out of his captures grasps causing
them to fall into the bed and him to sprawl onto the floor at Elrond’s feet.

"Well Estel, you appear to be feeling better," Elrond chuckled despite himself
looking down into his foster son’s upturned face.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Sam?" The hobbit’s head popped up at the sound of Galadriel’s soft voice. "We
will need fresh Athelas to heal the last of Frodo’s wounds. Will you go?" He
nodded and raced to the door nearly knocking over Merry and Pippin as he rushed
out. Shouting at them to help they followed him down the paths to the gardens.

Upon reaching the gardens they found Gandalf there, waiting for them. Sitting
the hobbits down he began to tell them of the plans made earlier that day. While
they did not wish to have any part of it because it meant they would have to lie
to their dearest friend they soon relented, knowing that it was the best course
of action.

Frodo looked up at the Lady of the Wood, her beauty shone so brightly it lit up
the room. Sitting beside him she pushed an errant curl back from his forehead
and asked how he felt. 

"I’m feeling much stronger though I do not know, I mean I do not remember what
happened.  Sam will not tell me… no one will. Lady, please tell me so that I may
remember why I am here. The last that I remember is the wedding of Faramir and
Eowyn and bits and pieces after that." Frodo shook his head as if to clear the
fog that threatened to over take his mind.

"This is to be expected Frodo as you have been very ill since that time. You
have even missed the king’s wedding" Galadriel replied in an even silky voice
her face a mask.

"Their wedding? I missed it? Oh, I am so very sorry…" Frodo replied bowing his
head. 

"Frodo, there is nothing to be sorry for. You have been very ill and your well
being was far more important than a simple ceremony. The king and queen have
been most concerned and were very happy to hear you had awoken."

Frodo’s intense blue eyes stared up at Galadriel. She could see that he was
trying desperately to remember and make sense of what she was telling him. It
was the time to set the stage and for all her years it tore at her heart to do
so, causing her to hesitate. 

"Frodo, it is the king’s wish that you return to the Shire. He feels you would
best be served there for further recovery from the ailment. You leave in the
morning."

"So soon? But why?"

"Yes Frodo, so soon.  The king fears that something here in the city is what
caused your illness. While we tried desperately to find the cause we have been
unable to do so. He feels it is best that you leave before this ailment
reoccurs."

Sam, Merry and Pippin entered the room followed closely by Gandalf. The hobbits
busying themselves about the room so they did not have to face Frodo or answer
any questions.  Gandalf approaching the bed smiled as he took a seat beside it.

"Gandalf," Galadriel said "I was just telling Frodo of the king’s wishes, that
he is to leave for his home in the Shire on the morrow." 

Nodding the great wizard cast a smiling face upon his little friend "Yes, I must
agree with him.  We do not know what caused this illness and it is best that you
leave quickly while you have your strength. I, Legolas and Gimli will accompany
you as far as Bree."

"Then it is settled if that is what the king wants. May I see Aragorn before I
leave?" Frodo asked quietly.

Gandalf and Galadriel exchanged a brief glance before the wizard answered. "Yes
Frodo, you will see Aragorn before you leave. Now rest, you have long journey
before you." Turning to the hobbits wandering the edges of the room "Sam? See
that all is ready."

Sam nodded as he set off to prepare for the journey. Merry and Pippin stood for
a long moment before moving. Frodo smiled at them and they, with a wink and nod,
headed out the door after Sam. Frodo could not help but marvel at the fact that
his two dear friends seem to stand a little taller than before. Lying back on
his bed, he closed his eyes and searched for the veil of sleep.  He found it as
the image of Aragorn’s face drifted into his mind. 

The next morning dawned bright and warm. The horses were prepared and packed for
the journey. Pippin in his uniform as a guard of Gondor and Merry representing
Rohan stood by the horses. Sam and Gimli ensured that they had all the necessary
supplies. Frodo stood next to Gandalf and watched as the others busied
themselves. He still felt weak but not wanting to disobey the king’s wishes was
ready to go home.

Hearing a noise behind him he turned to see Lord Elrond, Legolas and standing
between them, Aragorn. He noted that his face was pale and drawn yet his eyes
were a brilliant green in the morning’s light. A sad smile crossed his face as
he approached Frodo.
"So, we part company again my friend. My heart is heavy though I am glad for it
means that you are well enough to do so." Aragorn murmured.

Frodo looked up into his face, tears threatening to fall from blue sapphire
pools. "Yes, I do feel better though I still do not know what happened to bring
on this illness. I do hope no one else has been afflicted with this." 

"No, no one else." Aragorn replied quietly. Taking Frodo’s hand in his own he
gave it a slight squeeze "I do hope that your return to the Shire will see you
happy and healthy again. You above all deserve that."

Aragorn struggling to maintain his composure turned to the others, wishing them
a safe journey he bid each one farewell.  Turning back to Frodo he got down on
one knee so that he could look into the hobbits eyes.

"Fare well my dear Frodo, I shall miss you" Aragorn mumbled as he brushed a curl
from his face. Frodo smiled brightly at the touch.

"And I you, Strider" Frodo chuckled "I’m sorry, old habits die hard Aragorn."

Aragorn smiled "I have many names Frodo, one or the other is of no difference to
me. Anyway, I like it when you call me Strider. Be well my friend, be happy."
Frodo nodded slightly then unable to contain himself pulled Aragorn into a great
hug.  Aragorn wrapped his arms around the hobbit holding tightly, his face
buried in Frodo’s shoulder trying to hold back the tears that threatened to
fall. 

After a short time they released their hold upon one and other. Aragorn rose and
went to stand beside Lord Elrond who wished them all well on their journey.
Horses were mounted and the party made their way out of the courtyard. Before
riding through the garden gates, Frodo turned back to look upon the king and
with a brief nod and brilliant smile, was gone.

Aragorn stood there for a long time, unwilling to leave. He could hear the calls
of the people of Gondor sending well wishes as the party made it’s way to the
gates of the city. Then he heard the gates as they closed behind them. Turning,
he stopped and looked at Elrond, his face a mixture of torment and hatred as he
gazed at the man whom he had known as father friend. 

"There is no other way Aragorn," Elrond said quietly.

"That does not mean I have to like telling the lies," Aragorn replied
disdainfully. Bringing his hand up to the pendant around his neck he held it for
a moment. Arwen had given it to him as a pledge of love. Now it felt like a
strangling steel chain that denied him his true love and his future happiness.
Pulling at it hard, he broke silver band that held it around his neck. Looking
at it briefly he held it out to Elrond "Give this back to your daughter, I no
longer want it or any other part of her."

He began making his way stiffly up the stairs. Reaching the landing he turned
and looked back down at Elrond whom was gazing at the pendant, his daughter’s
immortal life in his hand. 

"Elrond," Aragorn said as Elrond looked up and their eyes met. 

"It was the only way to keep him safe Estel" Elrond spoke softly. 

"I want her out of the city by nightfall my father."  With that, Aragorn turned
and made his way back to his chambers. He would never speak the name Arwen
again.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Seven years had past since their parting. Aragorn sat upon the throne of Gondor
a lonely man, yet the people of the White City thrived under his rule. They knew
nothing of what plagued their king’s heart only that some affliction had
stricken the woman who would have been his queen. That he remained alone,
unmarried upon the throne brought whispered concerns of the lack of an heir
should anything happen to King Elessar. 

They wished him well as he wandered the city from time to time. But with each
passing day, Aragorn became more despondent. His thoughts stretching out to the
little one who held his heart. Whenever Pippin came to Gondor he would draw the
hobbit into his private quarters and assault him with questions about his love.
Pippin would tell him of Frodo, how the wound of his trials plagued him yearly
but that he was well and working on a book. He seemed happy yet his heart held a
sadness that no one could dispel.

On the eve of the king’s seventh jubilee all members of the court had gathered
for the festival. Elrond had arrived earlier that day to tell him that Arwen had
left Middle Earth for the Gray Havens. The demon still holding her spirit had
grown weaker but had not lost its grasp. It was the only option left for her if
she was to be cured. She would never again set foot upon these shores. 

That night before the celebration, Aragorn made his decision. 

The next morning as the crowds gathered within the great hall, the sun shining
brightly through the colored glass windows. They awaited the king and murmurs
ran rampant through the court. The rumors of a new bride were on hopeful voices
as it had been every year since his coronation. 

King Eomer of Rohan and Lord Faramir watched as Lady Eowyn cooed and whispered
to the giggling bundle in her arms.  The fourth son of Faramir and Eowyn
struggling to get free and join his brothers who ran about those gathered in a
quiet game of tag. Legolas and Gimli were there, debating the sights they had
seen as the children wondered at the strange pair. Merry and Pippin stood guard
silently at the sides of the throne awaiting the king’s arrival. Elrond stood
along with Gandalf the White near the doorway to the Great Hall. 

Silence reverberated against the walls as the doors opened and all saw a man,
dressed in black, a hooded cloak pulled down low against his face.  A gasp rang
throughout those gathered as the man pulled back the hood and the face of the
king was revealed.  His face was determined as he walked down the aisle toward
the throne, the slender circlet of gold upon his head. Reaching the place where
Faramir stood with Eowyn he stopped, turning toward him with a gentle smile on
his face.

His voice was clean and clear as he spoke the words that would change the face
of all of Middle Earth.

"My friends hear me now as I wish to be brief and what I have to say is not
without a heavy heart. I wish this kingdom to continue in peace without war.
Before me stands Faramir, Lord of Ithilien. He has proven himself through his
service as The Steward of Gondor and during the War of the Ring. He has assisted
me over the last 7 years in many ways. He is a good and fair leader, much
deserving of more than that which he has been allotted in life. I feel it is
time that he should receive that which only I can give."

Aragorn stepped closer and nodding to Faramir told him to "take a knee."
Faramir, his face a mixture of surprise and curiosity glanced to Eowyn and Eomer
and then bent down on one knee before the king, bowing his head. Drawing Narsil
from his scabbard, he lightly touched the sword to each of Faramir’s shoulders.
Faramir looked up into Aragorn’s face. 

"I Aragorn son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur and the kingdom of Gondor, King
Elessar of the House of Telecontar do hereby abdicate my throne to Faramir of
Ithilien." 

The silence was deafening as they all watched Aragorn remove the band of gold
from his own head and place it on Faramir’s.  "My Lord…" Faramir stammered as he
stood up.

"You are king now Faramir. Do what you know to be fair and just. I have no doubt
that you will be all that this kingdom will need to thrive. And you come with
heirs, which is something I could never have given this kingdom. I will not
leave this land to wander in search of a king as my ancestor did." Aragorn bowed
slightly. "Now my lord, I beg your leave as I wish to depart immediately."

Faramir looked to his dear friend and saw the pain of loss that had shone in his
eyes for so long. Knowing the reason for the sorrow Faramir could not deny him
and nodding his assent said "Go swiftly to your hearts desire my friend."

Aragorn nodded and turned to King Eomer, "My lord, I ask to have passage through
the Gap of Rohan as my journey takes me northward and Rohan is the quickest
route."

Eomer somewhat taken aback by all he had just witnessed, nodded "You have my
leave. But my lord allow me to gather a contingent of guards to accompany you."

"I have no need of guards my lord" Aragorn replied glancing behind him as
Legolas, Gimli, Merry and Pippin had come to stand by his side. "I already have
all the protection I will ever need."

"Godspeed Aragorn. Be at peace." Eomer said with a smile.

Aragorn and his companions bowed to the two kings and walked slowly down the
aisle toward the doors. As he passed the people of Gondor bowed heads with
reverence for the man who was their greatest king and friend. When he reached
Elrond and Gandalf he turned and placing his hand to his forehead and lips asked
his foster father for his leave. 

A sad smile crossed Elrond’s face as he responded, "Go in peace Estel, my son."

Turning to Gandalf the kindly wizard smiled and clapped a hand to his shoulder
with a squeeze. "I will see you on the paths in the woods my friend. Be happy
and give my regards to Frodo. Go in peace Aragorn."

Aragorn smiled "Gandalf, my old friend, the name is Strider."

TBC ~ BU

Title: Stolen Night 10/26
Author: Belladonna Underhill belladonnaslair@lycos.com 
Pairings: Frodo/Aragorn 
Rating: NC17
Summary: Frodo back in present day Shire, having spent the day remembering the
past he finds many things still hidden in the mist. But soon all his questions
will be answered.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I won’t make money off of them, Tolkien is
probably rolling in his grave but then it’s good for the circulation for where
would we be without that?!
Warning: Aaaww… comfort sex after being so long apart! Graphic
Archiving: Other than Library of Moria please contact me at
belladonnaslair@lycos.com and ask. I’ll most likely say yes.
Authors Note: Special thanks to the sewer bunnies who encourage my misbehavior
especially Sue and Trish who held my hand because I thought this was ending! But
the boys weren’t done yet! And Thank You Frodo for screaming with laughter...
you slay me!

Installment 10 - Reunion

Frodo blinked once, then twice. How long had he been here, beneath the trees
daydreaming? His stomach was rumbling and he wished he had eaten something for
breakfast. Looking toward the golden red clouds against the deepening violet
skies he realized he’d been there all day.

Funny, he thought to himself, the memories didn’t hurt so much anymore. What
silly state of affairs he had gotten himself into with Faramir. He silently
wished the Lord of Ithilien well in his marriage. When last he saw Pippin and
Merry they had told him of their children, three fine sons and another on the
way. How long ago was that? His mind could no longer tell. He spent so much time
on his book that the world outside just seemed to roll by.

Gazing at the deepening reds and golds he closed his eyes and drifted back
again. He saw Aragorn sitting on the sill, singing an old song in elvish and
looking out upon the city. Frodo held his breath as he looked upon him. His
profile in the light of the setting sun was striking. His noble brow and strong
chin, the light shimmering off of his long dark hair. He was ruggedly handsome
and Frodo felt a stirring in his belly, like butterflies sending chills as they
landed on his skin. As Aragorn finished the song a soft smile came to his face
and his eyes shown brilliantly against the darkening sky, Frodo let out a sigh
despite his efforts to remain silent. Aragorn turned to look at him. His smile
remained on his face as he came to Frodo’s side, kneeling on the floor beside
his bed.

"Did you rest well?" he asked. Only it wasn’t Aragorn’s voice he heard. Popping
open his eyes he saw Legolas standing before him.

"Legolas!" he exclaimed jumping to his feet and rushing to hug the tall slender
elf who managed to stay on his feet though he thought he would fall.

"Frodo! How are you? You are well?" the elf asked, his bright eyes sparkling in
the twilight. 

"Well, of course I’m well! What are you doing here?" Frodo beamed excitedly as
his old friend. "I thought I would never see you again!"

"Nor I you dear Frodo! As for what I’m doing here, I’m looking for you and here
you are!" the elf beamed back.

"Me?"

"Yes you, you silly hobbit. Who else would I be looking for? Sam? He’s at Bag
End worried sick about you by the way." Legolas said with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I’ve been here all day… it was so nice I didn’t want to go home and… I’m
sorry Legolas, I didn’t mean to worry any one," the hobbit replied sincerely.

"Frodo!!" a pair of voices rang out as Merry and Pippin came charging out of the
brush and rushed directly at the elf and hobbit. Legolas jumping nimbly out of
the way as the threesome tumbled onto the grass with the force of their charge.

"Merry! Pippin! Oh it is so good to see you both!" Frodo cheered from beneath
them.  His smile was glowing as he continued, "What is this? I go for a walk and
Sam sends out an army to find me?" 

"Well if you hadn’t been gone all day!!" Merry replied, "He wouldn’t have had to
would he?"

"Besides, he needed people of intelligence for this sort of mission, quest,
thing!" Pippin said laughing and rolling his eyes. "Alright, get it over with!"

"That leaves you out Pip!" Frodo, Merry and Legolas all yelled together
laughing. Pippin throwing his hands up to his head.

"I can’t believe I just said that… again!" They were all laughing as Frodo gazed
around at his gathered friends. His smiled became brighter with the love he
felt.

"Well, let’s get back to Bag End then," Frodo said as he and his friends stood
up.

"We can’t," replied Merry "Legolas can not go further into the Shire without
being arrested for breaking the king’s law. Besides, we have other plans for you
Frodo me lad!" Clapping Frodo on his good shoulder he started heading out of the
clearing they were in down the path. Turning back briefly he called back "Well,
come on!"

Legolas bowing slightly swept a hand toward the path and Pippin gave Frodo a
gentle shove toward it. With a laugh and an inquisitive look to the elf he began
down the path after Merry with Legolas and Pippin close behind.

"So tell me all the news, what of Gondor? And the King and Queen?" Frodo asked
anxiously. Legolas and Pippin exchanged a brief glance. "And Gimli! Legolas, are
you and Gimli still traveling together?"

"So full of questions Frodo" the elf answered. "I’ll grant you your boon. Yes,
Gimli and I are still traveling together. You’ll see him soon in fact. And
Gondor is rebuilt and thriving."

"And Aragorn and Arwen? What of them?" Frodo asked turning to face him as they
came to the edge of a small lake.

"Well," the elf said rather hesitantly.

"Master Baggins! It is good to see you again and in good health!" a voice boomed
behind Frodo. Whipping around he found himself face to face with the kindly
dwarf and soon clenched within a massive bear hug.

"Gimli! Oh it is so good to see you! I’ve missed you all so! What a treat this
is!" Frodo said as the dwarf lifted him off the ground with his hug. When he was
finally released the small group stood there catching up on the news of what had
been going on across Middle Earth. So little news had come into the Shire in the
last year, Frodo was eager for what ever he could get. Eventually, he came back
to the question that Legolas had not answered before. "What of the king and
queen?"

"Well," Legolas began again, "I think that is a question best asked of Aragorn." 
Following Legolas’ direction as he pointed over across the water Frodo saw the
man standing in the trees, his dark cloak and hood covering his body.  

"Aragorn?" Frodo gasped thinking his eyes deceived him stood frozen at the
waters edge.  As the man across the lake pushed back his hood and smiled at the
hobbit. "Aragorn!" Frodo yelled as he jumped and ran directly into the water.  

By the time he reached the other side he was sopping wet and Aragorn was
laughing so hard he wasn’t prepared for Frodo to tackle him as he did. Falling
back into the over grown grasses they held each other tightly.  The small party
standing on the other side was all smiles and they turned to leave their friends
in peace.

"Oh Frodo." Aragorn whispered against the hobbits curly dark hair. "I have
missed you so much." 

Frodo was laughing as he sat up "Oh my stars, here I am tackling the king! I
expect to be shackled and chained for such a display but I don’t care! I too
have missed you so much!"

"Truly Frodo?" Aragorn asked quietly a wistful smile on his face as he gazed
into Frodo’s eyes, brushing an errant curl from his face. His finger tracing
lightly along his cheek.

Frodo smiled. "Yes Aragorn, I have missed you. I’ve missed all of my friends and
am so glad…" Frodo glancing back over the pond realized that his welcoming party
had disappeared. "But, where have they gone? They were there a moment ago.
Aragorn?" Turning a confused look back to Aragorn, searching for some answer
there.

"I’ve asked them to leave us alone Frodo, so we could talk."

"Is anything wrong?" Frodo said slowly

"No Frodo, nothing is wrong. Or at least I hope nothing is wrong." Aragorn
replied rather softly. Concern clearly visible in his emerald eyes, Frodo
hesitated slightly then smiled. "Come on, you’ve managed to get us both drenched
with your little trip across the water. I’ve built a fire where we can dry
ourselves." 

Frodo followed as Aragorn rose and started down the path toward the small
clearing where he had set his camp. He offered Frodo food and drink as they
settled down near the fire. They spoke of trivial matters in between bites of
food. Aragorn chuckled as he watched Frodo downing the food like as though he
hadn’t seen any for months instead of just for one day. 

Frodo was squirming a little while he finished his supper. Something wasn’t
right. He could not place his finger on it but he felt it. It was the same
feeling he had after having one of those dreams. The dreams of him and Arag