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An Objectionable Companion - fanfiction

Le Muse jumped me with this inexcusably shameless bit of fluff. Tricksy LM.

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While on the march --

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. This story is not meant to violate the rights held by New Line, Tolkien Enterprises, nor any other licensee, nor is any disrespect intended. I don’t own Tolkien’s original characters, however, my OC’s, Gwinthorian, Garrick, Devon and several other Rangers are exclusively my own.

An Objectionable Companion
by Larrkin

Frodo bravely tries to hide it when he's struggling. Unless Aragorn asks me to scout ahead or he needs my vision to scan something on the horizon, I usually take the rear guard while on the march, and from this vantage point I can keep a watchful eye over the entire Fellowship, especially the little ones. When Frodo is brooding or perhaps simply feeling tired, he will often drop back to walk with his Sam. But rather than strolling next to Sam, Frodo will walk alongside Bill's neck, running his small hand through the pony's mane, or sometimes simply holding on to it, as though seeking comfort from the steady, loyal Bill. Sam always knows his Frodo's disposition. Often he will chat softly to him but at times he will simply plod along quietly, allowing Frodo his solitude. Such was the case today.

We were several hours away from the copse where Aragorn wanted to stop for the evening, and for the last quarter hour or so I had been watching Frodo walking along, his little fingers laced through Bill's shaggy mane. Sam had been leaving his master to his private thoughts, but casting him frequent glances. Not for the first time I longed for Aragorn's Dúnedain sensibilities. Even without them, though, I saw Frodo's weariness. So I stepped up my pace, heading for the two little ones, speaking softly as I approached.

"Holding up all right are we, gentlemen?" I asked. "We shall be on the march but a few more hours."

Frodo and Sam swiftly turned to look at me.

"Aye, Legolas," Sam said. "Doing just fine, and so's good ol' Bill."

Sam then darted a look towards Frodo, evidently unwilling to say anything about his master's state. Unfailingly honest, Sam would likely tell me that, in his opinion, Frodo seemed 'a bit done in.' Instead he shot me a hurried look of concern that said much.

Frodo, seeming oblivious and vague, merely patted Bill and cast me a forced smile. "Fine, thank you, Legolas," he said, and he held the pony's mane again.

I strode forward, saying, "Well, I have need of some company."

I scooped up Frodo, settling him on my hip ere he finished his soft gasp. Winking at Sam, who gave me a grateful smile, I stood still for a moment, dropping back into the rear guard position with my halfling, then started off again. Meanwhile, Frodo, his small body taut, his slender legs wrapped around my waist and his little bottom nestled against my forearm, put up a token fuss.

"Legolas, put me down!" he demanded with utterly unconvincing ire. "Thank you for your concern, but it's unnecessary. I'm fine. I can walk. Please. I'm perfectly able to keep pace with everyone else. I was keeping pace with everyone. And I don't need to be carried. Or coddled. Or overprotected."

I listened to his sputters, knowing he was not nearly as provoked as he was trying to appear. His sputters lacked any real power. He sounded tired.

"Why all this fussing, little one?" I asked him. "Pippin loves to be carried."

"Then go carry Pippin," Frodo grumped. "Put me down and I'll run ahead and send him back here and he can keep you company."

"No, thank you," I said, weaving my fingers together beneath his backside and gently bouncing him a few times. "I am content."

He wriggled a bit and huffed at me and said, "Honestly! You big folk think you can just scoop up a hobbit and tote him around any time you feel like it."

"Aye, we do," I said, smiling at him. "Because we can scoop up a hobbit and tote him around any time we feel like it. And I feel like it right now. So, if you would be so kind as to oblige me, fussy young Master Baggins, I request the honor of your company during the last leg of today's march." Frodo narrowed his eyes and studied me with a mildly reproachful frown. "Ai, little one," I said. "Am I that objectionable a companion?"

He blinked, his expression melting into a quizzical, bashful gaze, his cheeks becoming pink, his eyes growing wide. He looked as though he suddenly wondered why he was fighting me. I grinned at him. Frodo was adorable.

"He yet harbors an infatuation for you, mellon nin," Aragorn had said a few nights ago after the march. Sitting far enough away from the halflings to avoid being overheard, we watched Frodo gaze at the fire, his eyes glassy, his chin resting on his gathered up knees.

"It is innocent and you know it," I said, catching Aragorn's warmly amused sideways glance. "And you are enjoying this far too much, sir."

Aragorn chuckled softly. "I know Frodo is devoted to his Sam. But, Legolas, come, you must admit, the little one's veiled attraction to you is endearing."

I released a soft scowl, making him chuckle again. "I know that none here would dare dream of mentioning it to him," I said, "save perhaps our naughty wee Took."

"Mmm. Although Pippin's mud bath and the spanking you gave him seems to have helped cure his ill-mannered teasing."

"Aye, but Frodo has enough on his mind without taking on the extra burden of an infatuation,"
I said. "I . . . I feel for his distress."

Aragorn reached behind me and rubbed his hand over my back. My tight muscles began to ease. "He is but mildly distressed, elfling mine," Aragorn said. "And he is not overly plagued by it. For all we know you help distract him from his quite real and overwhelming burden. But there is nothing you can do about it save allow him his feelings." Aragorn grinned again. "I myself cannot fault him his choice."

My cheeks flushed with warmth and I shot my Ranger a glare and called him a filthy name in elvish. He laughed softly, leaned over and murmured, "Careful, little one. Sam still has plenty of soap."

"No, Legolas," Frodo now said, softening and relaxing against me. "Of course you are not an objectionable companion. I'm sorry I was so, so . . .."


He grimaced at the word, then gave me a look of nervous concern. "I just . . . I just . . .."

I felt his eyes upon me, but I watched the ground, giving him a moment.

"I just don't want to take advantage," he finally said in a small voice. "You've been on the march all day, too. Why take on an extra burden when you must be growing tired as well?"

I bit back a laugh and turned to him. "Ahhhh, Frodo," I said, kissing his dewy cheek. "You are no burden. Remember, I carried your Sam on my back in that 'nipper sling' for a full day when he was ill. I could easily carry you like this all day, sweetling."

Ah. A small shy grin. I bounced him a few more times, making him giggle. "So is your fussing at an end, sir?"

He blushed more. "Yes, Legolas."

"Good," I said, giving him another small kiss. "Then keep me company, pretty one."

Frodo watched me for a long moment, then he reached out and I felt his hand glide down my hair, petting a path from the back of my head down past my shoulders. He picked up my braid and played with it, then stroked my hair again. I watched him from the corner of my eye. My little Ringbearer was weary indeed, his guarded constraints melting away. His eyes were wide and shiny and transfixed, as though he was not fully aware of what he was doing. He smoothed his palm down my hair several more times, relaxing ever more and more, then Frodo sighed and lay his sweet head upon my shoulder, his arms draping loosely around my neck.

"Very well, sir," he said, a smile in his voice. "I suppose I can keep you company for a while."

"Can you indeed?" I chuckled, giving his bottom a small swat.

Frodo squeaked and sniffed a laugh against my shoulder. "Not if you're going to assault me, though," he said. "Any more of that and I shall call my Sam back here to deal with you."

"I promise to restrain myself," I said, hearing him smile again.

"In that case, thank you for the ride, Leg'las," he said in a drowsy purr, snuggling against me. Suddenly he yawned, a long, hushed yawn. I cuddled him closer.

I knew not what fate had in store for this precious little one, but I felt a fierce protectiveness of him roar within me, the same surge of protectiveness I experienced when I first laid eyes upon him at Elrond's Council.

"Rest, sweet Frodo," I murmured against his soft curls. "Be at ease. I have you. You are safe."

I need not have uttered a word. My little Ringbearer was fast asleep.



Ahhh, Larrk, what a lovely treat. Frodo is in the very safest hands. . .even Sam approves.

Greetings to you and the Muse.

xxxx ;)
Greetings back! It's always so good to see you, m'dear. :D Hope all's well. And thank you for your kind comment.



I...I...I can't...I can't even...TOO MUCH FLUFFINESS!!! This was adorable! Plus I think I was heard in all the way on the East Coast when I saw that the New Story sign had changed color. Keep going, le muse! You got this! You are the eye of the tiger. Okay, I'll stop now...praying for another story soon :D But for now, hugs and chocolate AND flowers to both you, le muse, and the little bunnies. Well done ;)
NIkki, you always make me grin with your enthusiasm! I'm close enough to the East Coast to report that you weren't heard a bit further inland and no rescue vehicles were dispatched. ;) I'm glad you enjoyed this little fluff fest. Thanks so much for your kind comment and all the other goodies. Le Muse, of course, scarfed the chocolate, but I'm enjoying the flowers.

What a sweet, precious and wonderful moment you've woven dearest.
Thank you for that. I was sore in need for some of your magic and am most grateful for this delight.
You are so kind, sweet terri. Thanks for letting me know that this ficlet was in the right place at the right time. That means a great deal to me.



So fun fact: another favorite author of mine posted a sequel to a long-loved story about twenty minutes before I stumbled across this beauty. Updates galore! I don't know what to do with myself, honestly! Let's just say I did a lot of squealing :) This was absolutely adorable! And beautifully written, as always, of course. Thanks to you and Le Muse for this gem! I shall most likely reread it three hundred times, and then some, as I do with all your stories--they're just so good! Anywho, love you, love Le Muse, love this story! Happy writing in the future!

Well, you're having quite the weekend aren't you? :) I'm glad this little story helped add to your update happiness. And I really appreciate all your enthusiastic comments. Thanks, Dee! Le Muse is basking in all the yummy affection and the thought that you re-read three hundred times. ;)

My pleasure. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And thank you for the kind comment!



I have read your stories and finally had the courage (sorry I'm really shy) to tell you that you are a great author and I almost didn't know this story was posted normally it tells me but I was not expecting red letters either lol this was a great fluffy nice read and I just love your stories your a very talent writer and I eagerly await for your next installment whenever that may be and see what new piece of entertainment and captivating read you bring us thank you for the nice day off of work reading. I heard le muse likes chocolate so here is a bag of herseys choclate bars for the both of you have a good day!

- Lizzy

Thank you for responding, Lizzy. (And 'well done you!' for being brave!) I smiled through all your very kind words.

About the notice with red letters, webmistress Laura (who takes care of all website matters) has red and yellow letters, and she exchanges them, so the yellow letters had been up after the last story and she changed them to red for this new one. So the notice for the next story to go up will back to yellow again. I hope that's helpful.

Le Muse was tickled to think that her reputation as a chocolate lover has become so well known, and the bag of Hersey's is now an empty one. ;) Much appreciated.

Aw, a very sweet little scene.

And a new icon for you! Poor Tinkerbell! :D
Thank you! You like the new icon? I've never had anything but baby Frodo, but I've always liked this Tinkerbell scene. ;) If ever there was someone in need of a few spanks, even if it was only in the name of shaking off some fairy dust!

Awwww! Fluffly sweetness :) I like it lots :) I'm glad to see Le Muse is still here! :D

Le Muse is simply full of fluff these days. Must be because of Spring and the daffodils outside my window. Thanks for commenting!

Very sweet and cute! I was hoping to get a good story with Legolas today, and you just happened to fulfill it. Frodo crushing on Legolas makes me smile since Legolas should know exactly how Frodo feels since he has/had a crush on Glorfindel. ^_^
Le Muse and I are happy to oblige. I love your Legolas - Glorfindel comparison. :D The similarity hadn't even occurred to me, but you make an excellent observation. Thanks so much for sharing your smarts!

Oh my, the sound I just made was not human. This was so so so ca-yewwwt! Not a spank fic but still adorable nonetheless c:

So ecstatic to see you writing again Larrkin :D Awaiting to see what treasure you have for us next in anticipation xoxoxo
Inhuman sounds? :D Le Muse is all tickled with itself. And I giggled at your phonetic spelling of 'ca-yewwwt!' Every now and again you gots to have a scene of pure smurgles without a hot bottom. So I'm glad you liked this one. Thanks so much for your very nice words!



I came in missing your stories,thinking of reading a old one, and this is what I find! a lovely sweet new little history...aww I've missed your writing, thank you for sharing your work
I happy to know that you found something new waiting for you. And I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for sending your sweet comment. Very kind of you!

Oh gosh, adorable! I sooo love your Frodo stories---especially when he's being carried by a Big Person.

This was just delightful. I've had pretty stressful time lately and this just put a huge smile on my face. LOVED IT.
Aw, Lily. You needed to see a Big Person (Legolas makes it extra yummy) tote Frodo around and give him cuddles. I'm so glad this helped. (I know what you mean. It's been rough lately for me, too.) Thanks for commenting. It's always nice to see you and your adorable 'happy little Frodo' icon!



I enjoy your stories a lot, and this last one was very cute. Thanks!
I'm happy to know you've been enjoying my stories. Thanks so much for your kind comment about this one!



Hey Larrk,
I discovered Your fanstastic stories last year, and I remember telling You before how much solace they gave me when RL was pretty rough! Thanks again for that!!! There are a few plot bunnies I have had on my mind for some time now. So I decided to set them free in Your little garden, and of course I send them over with some freshly baked raspberry-chocolate cupcakes for you and Le Muse. ;-)
The first one is the story about the time Aragorn took Legolas in hand, although I´m sure it´s been requested by lots of readers already. :-) The second one would be the story You mention briefly as a memory in one of Your stories, where Legolas faces his first spanking from Glorfindel, panics and tries to run. That one would be a real treat! Oh alright, I admit it, I´m a hugh fan of Legolas ;-) . As can be seen in my third bunny: I´d really love to see one or two of the scenes where Boromir decides to push Legolas´ limits to test him. I´m sure he passes with flying colours! A fourth I imagined would be a combination of a naughty Faramir, Devon and Gwin, in a kind of post-war high-spirits. There are enough warriors/disciplinarians about to deal with three not-so-accidentally troublemakers, I´m sure.
It´s so amazing what You do with Your stories, and for so many people! How can You speak directly to our hearts in that way? *scratcheshead* That´s quite a talent You´ve got there! Oh, and quite a Muse, of course, temperamental as it is. :-) I hope it won´t drive You to distraction one of these days...
Many, many greetings, and thanks again!
I was so touched by your very kind comment, Lotti! It's great to know that you've found the Nest to be a safe haven when the winds blow wild. Plot bunnies in the company of freshly baked raspberry-chocolate cupcakes sounds delicious!

I see you're a fan of 'first time' spankings. I have indeed had requests for the two first-timers you're interested in reading, and hopefully I'll write them one of these days. I never know when Le Muse will jump up and want to tackle something that's been simmering on the back burner for a while the way these ones have been, but I'm always willing to go wherever I'm led. Boromir pushing his big brother's limits would be another fun one to write, so I'll keep that in mind, too. As for the three trouble-making younglings, good lord! They're certainly evenly matched in temperament and full of potential trouble. ;)

Thank you for your suggestions. And thanks once again for your sweet words. Hearing from readers like you makes such a difference - Le Muse gets all tickled and inspired. It's our pleasure, really, to be able to write for you.



Hi Larrk!

How's the writing coming along? :D

I hope you're doing well! U really, really want to request some stories of Boromir testing the boundaries set by his older brother, and the things that happened in Lothlorien, because, I can imagine that there would be some little ones, and maybe little boys in need of some attention?

- A
Hi, and thanks for the well wishes. It's been a rough couple of months. I had major surgery and then spent about half the month of May in the hospital with complications, but I'm beginning to gain strength again and hopefully will be able to write before too much longer.

Back when I was writing Quest stories I had started several Lothlorien tales, as the trauma of post-Modor lent itself so well to some major guilt amongst so many of the Fellowship. Those tales live in my files amongst other stories I'd started and hoped to go back to someday, and of course, "someday" can be anytime. So, yes, I've thought about going back and revisiting those story possibilities. As for Boromir testing his limits with Legolas, well, I figure that's been pretty much ongoing. ; ) Thanks for your requests!


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