Frodo lay shaking under his cloak.

They were travelling again. He could here Orlando whistling to himself, as he row. His wrist was numb, thank eru, but it was swollen, grazed, scarlet, blistered and peeling, and he couldn't move it. But at least it was numb. He closed his eyes.

He suddenly had visions of Orli peering out of a gloomy darkness hissing again, but he managed to fight the thoughts off, and concentrated on trying to get to sleep. He thought of Bilbo, and The Shire, The Party Tree. And then his thoughts scanned back to his stay in the Old Forest, with Tom Bombadil, and the fun they had at Frodo's new house before setting off on their quest, in Buckland. Then he thought back to the Elves in Rivendell.

Then the Fellowship. His heart sank as he thought of Sam, of Pippin, of Legolas and Boromir. They probably believed him dead. He was stuck and forgotten, cursed to be tortured with this evil man forever, until he pleaded to die. And then even Orli would not grant his final wish. He attempted to fight back his tears that were already sliding down his cheeks, and turned over. It was no use, he felt a sob rise in his throat, but just then, Orli noticed him.

"Hallo Frodo my lad. Awake are we?" He said.

Frodo did not answer him.

"You awake my son?"

Frodo knew he had to saw something and murmured in reply.

"Good. Then row." Orli turned cold and threw an oar on top of him.

Frodo struggled out of his cloak and painfully took up the oar. He started paddling strongly, but the pain in his wrist increased and he got slower and slower. Orli noticed.

"Hey. I said row. Now."

"I AM!"

Orli went to say something, but stopped. He turned to face him, his hazel eyes turned darker.

"Fine. You can get OUT and paddle. If that's what you want. Go on!"

"No thanks I'm fine rowing here."

"You'll do as you're told-!"

Frodo knew he had to start standing up to Orli. Make it look as though he wasn't pained by the torture Orli threw on to him, even if it spoiled his heart inside.

"-Or what? What will you do? Jam my wrist into boiling water? Try and drown me?" Frodo looked Orli boldly in the eye.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK?!?! I'M JUST A NORMAL PERSON!" Orli hit him sharply round the head with his oar, though surprised by the hobbits sudden strength, his gaze faltered, but quickly returned. He hit him even harder around the head.

Frodo's eyes were fixed, and he only made the slightest wince when being hit, but he could not keep taking abuse like this for much longer. He stared Orli in the eyes, but inside he was torturing himself, and inside his strength became twisted.

"I said get out and ROW!" Orli made a grab at him, but Frodo ducked.

"I will not!"

"Yes you will. Now do it! NOW!"

Orli became so angry that he took Frodo's oar and smashed it into Frodo's head. The oar broke. Frodo cried. Then Orli did the same with the other. Frodo's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he slumped against the side of the boat once more.