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RE: Rangers in the shire on: December 31, 2006 07:18
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((ok, i think we need to start this up again, for the new year... I miss you guys way too much))
Fro blushed at his remark and then smiled. "I will. Soon too, because I haven't been there in forever." She yawned and stretched herself, and then relaxed onto him. "Dear lord!" She said as she spotted the clock. "It is getting late, isn't it?" She got up slowly, sad at leaving the warmth of his body against hers. After stretching one more time, she kissed him softly, whispering "Goodnight." and walked down the hall to her room. She slipped out of her clothes and quickly pulled on some little, comfortable cotton nightgown. She climbed into bed and slipped slowly into sleep.
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Fresky laid out his plan in his head, over and over again, making sure it was flawless. He knew facing her directly would be horrible, and could have disastrous effects. He would have to post a stakeout, and he would have to wait until the dead of night.
He rechecked his bag for the last time and made sure he had the potion, rope, a gag, a pocket knife, and a few other items just in case. He took out his pocket knife and attached it too his belt. Putting his bag over his shoulder he left his small house on the side of the hill. He planned to take her there tonight, and then keep her in a smaller place he had secretly bought, in another village nearby.
Fresky hiked what felt like the shortest two hours in his life, grateful that tonight was a full moon, casting light enough to see everything, the only shadows casted by buildings and trees. He grinned as he noticed all lights in the Inn were out.
Stealthily he crept around the building, looking in each window, praying she wasn't sleeping in an upstairs room. He looked in the first window and found a ranger was sleeping on the bed, as he noticed a beard. The next room he looked in, he almost cursed under his breath as at first he couldn't tell, and then at last he noticed that the thing sleeping in the bed had to be a ranger, as it was too big for the small hobbit sized bed. The third bed his heart quickened, and he knew it was her. He could see her curly blond locks, and he took a few deep breaths before he began breaking in.
He studied the window for a couple seconds, and took out his pocket knife. He knew his actions had to be quick and quiet. Taking his pocket knife and putting it up to the window, he cut through the lock at the top. It flew off to the ground and hit a rock, making a small clink, of course to him it sounded much louder. He ducked for a minute, and then dared to look up, through the window again, apparently it didn't make any noise inside, as she hadn't moved an inch. Fresky looked back at the window, took his knife and eased it between the glass and the wall. With a flick of his knife, the window fell cleanly out, and he caught the glass pane, having to drop his knife in the process. Luckily it fell on a soft patch of grass, and made no noise. He walked a few steps away, and put the glass completely out of the way. His plan, so far, was working perfectly. Of course it did help that he picked a night where the wind was minimal.
Fresky climbed, silently into her room, and checked to make sure the door was locked. It wasn't, but thankfully it was closed, he locked it quickly and looked at Frodurien. My dear, you are a pretty one. He set his bag on the floor and opened it. He groped around for a couple seconds, and then found the gag, he pulled that out first, and then the rope. He cut the rope into three pieces with his knife, and then pulled out the large bottle. He brought along a dropper, and filled it to the top. He knew she was a stubborn girl, and didn't want to take any chances. The potion worked instantly, as he had tried it with his brother, which was an odd experience, but at least he got the results.
He took the gag and ropes over to the bed, laying them on the small table next to her head. Quickly, he put the stopper in her mouth and squeezed out all the potion. Her eyes flew open, but they were hazy, and she opened her mouth to say something, but he quickly gagged her and helped her out of bed. She looked at him questioningly and he put his finger to his lips. "Hurry," he whispered in her ear "we have to get out of here." He took her hand and led her over to the window, gently helping her climb out without making a sound. He jumped out after her, with his bag on his back once more. Realizing he had forgotten the rope, he sat her on the grass and climbed back in, putting the rope in his bag and closing it, hopping back out the window. He grabbed her hand and yanked her up off the ground. "Follow me, and don't make any noise." He said in a hoarse whisper. Frodurien nodded and ran behind him, careful not to make a sound. They ran for what seemed like forever, Fresky smiling that his plan had worked so smoothly. He took hold of her hand and they stopped after running for an hour. He took off her gag and looked her in the eyes, smiling brilliantly, she smiled back and he couldn't stop himself, he had to do something with all the adrenaline that had been pumping through his body he felt very manly. He leaned over and kissed her roughly, feeling her soft lips against his and putting his strong arms around her, pulling her tightly to him. After a while he realized she was kissing him back, and he stopped suddenly, looking her in the eyes. He knew what he had done was wrong, and if he had been any other Hobbit he wouldn't have kissed her until she came to. But he wasn't any other Hobbit, he was Fresky, and the fact that what he was doing was wrong, and that in a way he was violating her, although it would appear he wasn't. Because he was Fresky he smirked at her and she giggled, he kissed her again, and ran his hands up and down her back, feeling his prize. He realized now that he could do anything he wanted with her at this moment, and she would give in. But something inside him made him stop, and he let her go. It wasn't the same without a fight, without it really being her. He walked with her the rest of the way to his small hole that he had bought just for this occasion. It was in a remote part of Hobbiton, and he knew for a fact nobody ever comes here, at least not on purpose. He pulled her into a small room with a couch and a bed. She walked over to the bed and sat down, he pulled out the rope and she cocked her head to the side.
"What's that for?" Frodurien asked.
"You. This is to stop you from running away."
"Oh."
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back." Frodurien did so, and he tied her hands tightly with one of the ropes. He then tied her knees together, and finally her ankles. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, covering her with the blanket and kissing her on the forehead.
"Goodnight." She said quietly as she smiled and closed her eyes.
"Goodnight, Frodurien." He replied and went over to the couch, falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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