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****Description of wee hobbit private parts….DEAL, or don’t read. **** This is a Rufferto Read at Own Risk warning. Rufferto is experimenting with her ability to describe new and different things.****
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SILENT DESIRES -- Chapter 16 ========================
Frodo stared up at Aragorn as he arranged a few things so that Frodo was propped up slightly. The ranger had slipped on his pants, but had left his shirt off. Frodo’s body was feeling a little odd. He was avoiding looking at the damage to his fair skin that the poison ivy and hives had rendered for he knew that there were several ugly red patches and he didn’t -feel- … well … he felt ugly. He wished he was muscular and strong like Strider. But he was just a hobbit…not a man.
Aragorn wrapped him in a blanket around his shoulders, chest and back, all the way down to his waist. He was feeling better...he had to admit…there was no more urge to itch anywhere though his skin felt a little tingly. The mud bath seemed to have helped at least. He was quiet as Strider prepared him. “I’m going to have to tie your legs apart, Frodo.” he’d said, “For it will be only natural that you will want to close them the minute the knife pierces flesh, and if that happens, I won’t be able to finish the job.”
Shuddering, he’d nodded and had laid down patiently while Aragorn gently tied his legs at a fourty-five degree angle. The ranger had put cloth under the rope so it wouldn’t burn his skin and tightened the rope to two stakes he’d stuck into the ground on either side of the hobbit.
In order to keep Frodo warm, he wrapped blankets over his legs so that only the part of Frodo’s body Aragorn needed to work with was exposed to the open air. The fellowship had picked up a few extra in the last town they had been in so Strider had plenty to work with.
He gently swathed a white cloth with a gauzy substance that was the extract of a plant native to Middle Earth…it was similar to the Aloe plant…but with cleansing properties. He then laid the cloth over the small hobbit’s penis, pushing it a little to the side so that he now had a unblocked view of what he needed to fix. He smiled at Frodo as the hobbit giggled nervously.
The enflamed area was worse now, and Strider -had- expected that. Just between one of his small sacks and the edge of his member…the broken hive had congealed. That was what he needed to cut at so that it drained and didn’t effect anything further. He needed to be able to properly clean it.
Aragorn opened a small bag and brought out a little blade. He set it aside and began to clean it thoroughly. Frodo reached over and laid his hand on the man’s leg. Aragorn smiled “Trust me, Frodo. I’m just going to break the skin so it can drain. Its nothing that won‘t heal.”
“I trust you, Strider.” Frodo said softly, though in truth his mind was whirling. He couldn’t imagine what Strider had to do, and he couldn’t imagine how it would feel.
“I’m going to give you a special draught Frodo, it will ease the pain. I kept it just in case of something really serious like this.” Strider drew out a small green vial.
Frodo’s head swam…more medicine. He opened his eyes and shook his head, “No…no Strider. I don’t want any…feel dizzy as it is…”
“But the pain…” Aragorn protested. “No.” the hobbit shook his head, “No, please. I can take it. I just…Strider…all the medication is making me dizzy. Can’t think…can’t focus…I don’t feel much of anything anyway…” he sighed a little, “Everything’s numb or tingly…I just feel so odd, Strider…please…no more…” He gazed up at the ranger hoping that the man would comply with his desires.
Strider worked his jaw and sighed, “Frodo, its foolish for me to attempt this when you haven’t had anything for the pain.”
Frodo heaved another sigh and closed his eyes, refusing to meet the ranger’s eyes. “Alright. If you say I must.” his lips trembled. He was having trouble controlling his feelings as it was, the last thing he needed was something else in his system. The idea of pain was actually a welcoming thing, at least it would be something he could -focus- on.
He opened his lips so that Aragorn could give him the medicine and swallowed dutifully, it tasted a little like cherries. He felt the ranger run his fingers through his tousled curls, adjust him a little, then kiss his forehead. Frodo tried to think…tried to think about something systematically like…Bilbo’s relatives. It would take his mind off of the pain. Bilbo’s father was Bungo…and his mother was Belladonna…yes that was it…and Bungo’s father Mungo had four other children besides Bungo and he married Laura Grubb….and then…
Then he felt it…the knife pierced his sensitive flesh and no amount of medication could have prepared him for it. He let out a cry and as Strider had predicted, he’d wanted terribly to close his legs, but the rope prevented him…and one of Strider’s arms was holding his torso down as he attempted to rise. “Don’t move Frodo.” Strider pleaded.
Tears streamed down Frodo’s cheeks as he fought for consciousness. He focused once again on his uncle Bilbo’s relations. Mungo had many brothers and sisters…There was Pansy, Ponto and Largo…Largo was his own Great Great Grandfather. Largo Married Tanta Hornblower….Frodo cringed as Strider squeezed at the buildup, forcing the liquid to drain. Largo had four children….Dora…Dora, Drogo and Dudo…Drogo was his father…and he’d married Primula Brandybuck…and then…and then had Frodo.
Tears streamed down Frodo’s cheeks and he shivered from the pain. “Strider…Strider please…” he gasped hoarsely, “Please…Stop…hurts…Ahhhh…”
“I know, Frodo.” Strider said softly, his voice soothing as he held Frodo down. “Just a little longer…stay with me…” His heart broke at the pain in the small hobbit’s voice, wanting nothing more than to take him up into his arms and hold him there forever.
Finally it was done and he cleaned the wound, touching it gently with cool cloths as Frodo whimpered. It did not need stitching, thankfully, just had needed to be drained and treated. Strider took the gauze cloth away from the area, and cleaned all around, working in and about with a gentle motion while the hobbit shuddered. Frodo did not open his eyes.
“Frodo?” Strider finally untied the hobbit and then gathered him up, he was forced to keep the cool cloth between Frodo’s legs, for he knew that it would be painful for a while yet. The hobbit huddled against the Ranger, but didn’t open his eyes, his cheeks red and stained with tears. “Frodo its over…”
But the hobbit merely whimpered and clung to Aragorn.
TBC….