✁ - - - ✿ ju hua ;; FRODO
No matter what he did, he couldn’t seem to evade the strange, slunking girl before him. She was like a doll with strings cut, pulled along with broken limbs towards his small, vulnerable figure. And for what reason? The One Ring was not in his possession, he was mostly helpless against any measure of attack and his eyes could only look over his shoulder to find her still following him.
This little chase carried on for some time if not for the young girl eventually stopping, all but slithering boneless towards him, where the crowds thinned and no one paid much mind to begin with. Hive City was a place of underlying danger and they were all prey to the scientists.
“What..what do you want with me? I don’t know you and I seek no business with you,” Frodo said a bit sternly, trying to shoo the child away, but her words grew increasingly disturbing.
Cold metal touched his toes, grazed the dark hair on the top of his feet and his quickest reaction was to amble backwards, away from the sharp objects, away from the words escaping her mouth.
“What are you doing?!”
The cute little hairs she was so ready to cut disappeared from under her scissors. Three stared perplexedly at the empty spot, and then slowly stood up. She found something good, and she musn’t let it get away! Fortunately for her, the hobbit was none the wiser and remained close within her grasp. Oh, dear… Why so difficult? Soldiers always obeyed her without question with their beady eyes gazing up to her for orders. But they didn’t make pretty dolls at all. He’s perfect, Three mused, bobbing her head side to side delightedly. Already so small and adorable! Why didn’t I think of it sooner?
❝I will cut their legs shorter next time… that way… I can keep the toes.❞ She duly noted, snipping her scissors excitedly. ❝You’re the perfect size for my next doll. I have to keep you… huhuhu…❞ As the hobbit back away, utterly disturbed, Three approached him slowly, a fanatical gleam in her eyes. If she wanted to make her newest dolls, she needed him to serve as her model. Memories only served a maker so far, and she no longer had Octa’s entire collection of eccentric books to peruse through for pictures. And when she was done… my, couldn’t her other sisters have fun with him as well? Surely, Five would and nothing would be wasted. Nothing at all.
❝You cannot retreat.❞ Three whispered, her tone a deadly alto. ❝You will not advance… so, let’s play instead…❞ Without warning, the Intoner suddenly leaped forward and landed right in front of the hobbit, whose hair was also soft to touch when she ran her hand through it. Three only wished there were more creatures like him! Then she could play tea-party without her Apostle. He would clean himself if he got dirty and she could feed him (oh my, she might’ve even mustered the effort to half-bake her pastries this time!)
Three opened her mouth like a fish as if she were about to say something, but closed just as quick. It seemed to her the hobbit made a wealth of expressions too. How ever could she replicate his terror? ❝Can you guess? Your fears.❞
At first the most logical reaction for Frodo was terror. Here he was minding his own when this girl all but sprung upon him, like a bratty child who hadn’t had her hand swatted nearly enough times. . Her scissors clapped and it might have been humorous if not for the almost lifeless look in her eyes, the lethargic string of words rolling off her lips as her head sagged, looking far more the ’doll' than he did by far.
He might have been small, might have been ‘weak’ to some but by no means was he something to be manipulated and coddled, and the hobbit, who was well into his fifties wouldn’t stand for it. It was as it had always been when Frodo had been faced with danger, a surge of something, spirit, that drew it forth.
By the time her hand had found his curls his own had lashed out, small and quick, twisting around her own long, lilac pieces with a tug that surely yanked at the scalp – hard.
“That is quite enough!” He snapped, pushing away her scissors with a strength that belied his tiny frame. “I don’t know who taught you how to behave but I shan’t endure the disrespect of a petulant child. I am no doll, I am a Hobbit of Bag End and the Shire, and if you mean to frighten me then you are far too late. I have not borne terrors you could not dream of to be frightened by you and your blasted scissors!"
Standing up, he continued to yank harder at her hair, the other gripping her wrist tightly as it held the scissors, all but pushing his weight into her.
”Unhand me, “ Frodo commanded, his gentle features twisting into something vengeful, voice deep, his grip ever tightening on the hold on her hair tugging and yanking – meant to hurt.
” ..and buy something, cloth, fur, anything that will tolerate your childishness for it certainly shall not be me.“
ninefingered said: sCREAMS