Hobbitnapped

Title: Hobbitnapped
Rated: R
Author: Niphrandl
Archive: Please ask first.
Summary: Frodo and his friends have returned to the Shire after the War of the Ring and chased off all the ruffians. Or have they? Someone wants revenge.
Warning: Non con, beating, h/c
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear in this story. They are owned by the Tolkien Estate. I make no money nor do I receive any public recognition for writing this. It is simply my little piece of Fan Fiction.


Hobbitnapped

Chapter 3

Rosie was in a full panic and all out of breath when she met up with the Gaffer. “Whoa there Rosie!” he said grabbing her shoulders. “What’s wrong?” She looked at him. Crying and all out of breath all she could manage to say was “Frodo....Bag End.” Then she collapsed from exhaustion. “BELL!” the Gaffer called out to his wife. When she came to the door he said “Look after Rosie, something’s not right up at Bag End.” As soon as Bell knelt down to help Rosie up the Gaffer called to his eldest son who was visiting. “Hamson! Run to town and get the Sheriff! Be quick boy! Tell him to come to Bag End!” And with that the Gaffer was off at a full run toward Bag End. Hamson took off toward town at a run knowing that Sam had the pony cart.

Bell gently lifted Rosie and walked her into the smail. She laid Rosie on the sofa and went to get a cool cloth for her head. Rosie’s sobbing had subsided to hiccups by the time Bell returned with the cloth. She wiped Rosie’s face, then folded the cloth and placed it on her forehead. “There sweetheart,” Bell said soothingly. “Take some slow deep breaths and try to relax.” Rosie took a few deep breaths. “That’s better.” Bell could see Rosie relaxing. She handed her a cup of cold water. “Here drink this, it will help.” Rosie took
the cup and took a few small drinks from it. She set the cup down and a ragged sigh escaped her lips. “OH BELL! It was awful!” she said at last. “There, there” Bell comforted Rosie taking her hands into her own. “My Hamfast went to sort things out. Can you tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know what happened.” Rosie said in despair. “I went to Bag End this morning. I was supposed to clean out the unused rooms, air them out and all. When I got there and knocked no one answered. I knew Sam was heading into town this morning so I figured Frodo was probably still sleeping. I pushed open the door….” Rosie stopped. “The front door was unlatched!” Rosie said horror rising in her voice. “It’s all right Rosie.” Bell soothed. “What happened next?”

“I called out to Frodo and I heard a loud crash. It sounded like it had come from the kitchen. I was afraid that Frodo had taken ill and fallen. I ran up the hall. The things on the hall table had been upset. I slowly entered the kitchen and...” Rosie began to sob again. Bell hugged Rosie close. Fear for her husbands safety rising in her. When Rosie calmed down, Bell released her and handed her the cup again. Rosie drank from it and continued. “The kitchen was a mess. A broken mug on the floor. A chair laying on its side, the table upended and the candlestick!” Rosie took a hitching breath. “The candlestick had blood on it! Frodo was nowhere around, the back door was open. I ran outside but I did not see him there either! He was gone!” she finished.

When the Gaffer arrived at Bag End he noted the open door and everything that Rosie had seen. He went out back and cautiously looked around. He noticed something hanging off the hedge. When he got near he recognized it as a piece of heavy cloth. Like what was used to make coats. He knew it didn’t belong to anything Frodo wore because this piece was filthy. At that moment the Gaffer pieced together what may have happened. Frodo had been hobbitnapped! He turned and ran back into the smail and carefully searched each room. He wanted to make certain that Frodo was not lying injured somewhere within. But he found nothing just as he suspected he would. With slumped shoulders and a dread settling in the pit of his stomach, Hamfast sat on the front stoop and waited for his eldest son to arrive with the Sheriff. He held his head in his hands as the realization hit him. His masters heir, the new master of Bag End, had been hobbitnapped and was probably in grave danger.