The Half-Blood (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

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Rose watched a small star twinkle in the dark sky. She lied down in her bed, closing her eyes. Rose tried to sleep, but her mind was full of wonder, anger, doubt. She closed her eyes and waited for slumber to take over, but nothing happened. She then surrendered; she just couldn't sleep. Rose got out of bed and grabbed her daggers, tying them onto her belt. She quietly walked out the door and walked along the docks of Laketown. It was quiet, the sound of water filled the air. The whole town was in a deep slumber, and the moon shined bright upon the frigid waters. Rose silently crept past a few guards and found herself in a dark, smelly ally. Rose began to head back, but she heard a noise. In a sudden flash, a hand grabbed Rose by the collar and another covering her mouth. Rose tried to scream, but only a muffled squeak came out. Rose was pulled into the darkness, and she froze when she heard a sickly but familiar voice. "We meet again, my sweet."

Rose felt Alfrid hold tightly on both of her hands. He shoved Rose into a wooden pillar. Alfrid tightened his grip and smiled. "You can't escape this time," He slurred. The man snapped his fingers, and two guards emerged from the darkness. Rose felt rope being wrapped around her wrists and her ankles. She kicked and struggled, but she was in the grasp of three men. She couldn't escape. Rose tried to wriggle herself out, but Alfrid's cold hands clutched onto Rose's neck tightly. He smiled evilly and waved his arm at the guards. "Leave the two of us alone, now." He said. Rose breathed heavily as Alfrid cupped Rose's face in his nasty hands. "You are quite a pretty one, aren't you?" He snarled, and he crashed his lips into Rose's. The elf let out a groan and tried to get free from Alfrid's grasp, but to no avail.

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Rose let out a small cry and shook as Alfrid caressed her face. "Alfrid...leithio nin![Release me!]Get off--" He covered her mouth with a gag, and now Rose knew that she was dead. Alfrid began to slowly untie Rose's corset, and ripped the leather off of her. He pulled down Rose's dress and grabbed tightly onto Rose's breasts. The elf let out a muffled squeal as Alfrid pulled her bra off. He laughed as he played with Rose, staring her in the eyes. In a sudden, Alfrid shoved his hands into Rose's panties, rubbing Rose's womanhood. She let out a small moan, but she stopped, not wanting to let Alfrid know that this gave her the slightest amount of pleasure. He shoved two fingers into Rose, and Rose let out a loud cry. She squeezed her eyes shut as Alfrid pushed in and out, in and out. He went faster and faster, and Rose felt a warm bubbling feeling in her stomach. She held back, trying not to moan in pleasure. She was so desperate to leave, but she felt herself inching closer to her climax. Alfrid pushed in and out faster until Rose couldn't take it any more. Her back arched, and she prepared herself for the worst. Rose felt nothing, and she watched Alfrid turned around. Rose looked to her left and saw Bard, watching in horror and anger. Alfrid pulled his fingers out of Rose, and the elf slouched over, fearful and scarred.

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"What are you doing, Alfrid?!" Bard hissed. He approached Alfrid and glared at him. Alfrid snickered. 'I was just--" Bard swung his fist at Alfrid, and Rose heard a satisfying crunch. Rose felt violated, though, and a tear slid down her cheek. Bard picked Alfrid up by his collar and threw him to the ground. Bard then sat of Alfrid's chest, punching his face. Rose weakly looked up. "Enough." She said, her words being muffled from the dirty gag on her mouth. He got up from the man and watched Alfrid run away, leaving Bard and Rose alone. The bargeman turned to Rose, his expression now caring and passionate. He pulled the gag from Rose's mouth. "Are you alright?" Bard said, cutting the ropes from her hands and ankles. Rose opened her mouth, rubbing her wrists, but nothing came out. She had never been touched like that before, and she was damaged. Bard untied Rose from the pillar and picked up the clothes laying on the ground. "I'm sorry to see you like this, Rose. I feel like a dirty man for seeing you--" Rose put a finger over his lips. "I-It's fine, Bard." She got up slowly and put on her dress. Bard covered his eyes, being a respectful man. Rose finished dressing and closed her eyes. Bard looked sad, and he grabbed Rose's hand. "It's alright. I can tell what you have been through," He said, staring into Rose's eyes. "I can tell you are confused. You have been through war, heart-break, and this." He said. He pulled Rose in for a hug. Rose embraced him, grasping tightly onto his old tunic. Rose's eyes watered up, and she began to cry quietly. "I am in a terrible situation..." Rose said quietly.