Frodo yelled as loud as he could, but a strong hand clamped his mouth shut as he was wrestled to the ground. Sting lay three feet to the side of him; hed dropped it in terror.

"Shut it hobbit, or you'll know whats coming."

He tapped the Morgul Blade on the hilt to indicate to Frodo. This man, Orli, stuffed a rag into Frodos mouth and wrapped him tightly in his own cloak. He fasten one side of Frodos elven broach to his cloak, and then forced the pin through Frodo's wrist, and upwards so that it pierced the skin even more. A muffled cry came from Frodo as the pain shot up his arm like an arrow and hacked into his shoulder blade like an axe

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"There. Wont move now, will ya?" Orli smiled a menacing smile at Frodo.

"Legolas will HAVE YOU for this!" Frodo cried as he struggled against the unbearable pain.

"Legolas." His eyes flashed dangerously. "We'll have to have a little chat with him soon, wont we just?"

"What?" Frodo was confused.

"Oh you won't understand halfling. This is far too complicated for your simple mind." Orli sniggered to himself as he picked Frodo up around the middle and carried him like a parcel to a boat.

"Meanwhile, we'll have some fun, won't we? Yes just you and me" Orli said quietly: almost to himself in fact, as they went.

Frodo didn't know what that meant, but it didn't sound good, and his closed his eyes in despair, and to fight the pain in his hand.

"You don't know what its like, drowning, in other peoples worship that YOU deserve. You just don't know."

When he opened them again, him and Orli were heading towards a small boat, one that he'd probably stolen from the other Fellowship. Yes- he could just spot Sams piece of silver elven rope. He flinched as Orli carelessly threw him into the boat like some piece of unneeded luggage, then got in himself and started rowing away swiftly, and down the River Anduin.

It was some time before Frodo realised Orli has stopped rowing, and was just carelessly floating down the river.

"Wh-where are we going?" Frodo asked quietly.

"No where for now." Orli turned around in the boat, to face Frodo.

"Now, lets see" He lifted Frodo and turned him around in the boat, to find the broach. He took it off of the cloak carefully, but when it came to Frodos wrist he jabbed the needle upwards so that a long line of blood appeared almost instantly. Frodo shrieked as the pain renewed itself once again, and he felt his arm go numb. Orli unwrapped the cloak that was tightly bound around him and sat the dazed hobbit up in the boat, but pinned his arms to his sides and lifted him once again.

"Now its YOUR turn to drown- literally"

With that Orli threw Frodo out of the boat, but held onto his ankles and pushed his head down into the cold. Frodo kicked and splashed with all his might. The salt water seeped into the wound in his wrist, causing it to sting with an unbearable agony as he thrashed in the freezing water until his lungs burst, his energy gone, and hung limp in the river.

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The fellowship were resting silently at Amon Hen, their faces all falling into bitter sleep, apart from Gimli, who was left to watch. Suddenly, Sam opened his eyes and stood up swiftly.

"Where's Mr. Frodo?" His face was full of worry. Soon the whole Fellowship were roused, and they began a search for him.

Aragorn, as rangers do, found some small, light hobbit prints in the soil. He followed them closely, until he saw that larger, heavier footprints were paced behind the footprints, and suddenly towards him. Then there were a mixture of footprints, and just those large ones again, going towards the bank. On the floor was a small box.

Aragorn called the fellowship, and together they inspected the box.

"What's inside it? Are there any clues?" Sam waited anxiously.

"Well open it then!" Gimli cried.

"Oh just give it here!" Legolas snatched the box from Aragorn. Everyone was staring in shock as Legolas outburst as he inspected the contents. Inside was a large mess of torn up paper and a note; that note read-

Ha! You'll never see your 'pretty boy' halfling friend EVER AGAIN! EVER! You'll never catch me! I'm going to DESTROY HIM!

Your loving friend, Orli. Xxx

"Oh eru" Legolas turned to Aragorn and said something in Elvish. Aragorn gasped and quickly took the note and read it for himself. Pippin, who did not understand, said loudly, "what else's in the box?" as he peered into it.

"It's it's some kind of puzzle." He took the torn pieces of paper, and positioned them into a picture.

It was a drawn picture of Frodo, with a piece of rope pencilled around his neck.

"Oh, my-" Legolas dropped the box in shock, but then ran towards the shore. The fellowship stared at each other in total bewilderment, until they heard a voice call back.

"ONE OF THE BOATS ARE GONE!" then Legolas cursed in Elvish.

He pushed out yet another boat and set off down the Anduin. Only Aragorn knew what was to happen, but he ushered the fellowship into the rest of the boats and told them to follow.

The only noise was a slight splashing on the river, and the sound of Sam sobbing as the night greeted them.