Title: The Last Straw
Author: RavenWolf
Pairing: F/A
Rating: G
Summary: Aragorn has performed one too many physicals on Frodo.
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“Frodo, I demand that you open this door.”
A muffled sound came from behind the solid wood of their bedroom door. But the door didn’t open.
“You have my conditions, Aragorn. You can either follow them, or spend the night outside.” Frodo’s voice was firm and decisive. Aragorn sighed. He fought off the massive headache Frodo was giving him.
“Would you mind repeating them, dear heart?” Aragorn slumped against the door.
“Of course not. First of all, you are not to come near me with a thermometer. Second of all, there will be no touching or inspecting of any kind. At least, no nonsexual touching. Third, you are not to drug my food or drink. Fourth, I do not want to hear anything about ‘elvish remedies’. Those are my terms. Take them or leave them.”
Aragorn sighed. Was it his fault he could sometimes be construed as doting? He was supposed to have the finest healing hands in the land. How would it hurt Frodo to submit to an exam every so often? Especially since the hobbit was so prone to disease and injury.
But it was getting lonely and late out here. Maybe he would just agree to the terms, and then fix it in the morning? He rubbed his shoulders and sighed. “Fine, Frodo, I agree. Now let me in.”
The door swung cautiously open. Frodo was dressed only in one of Aragorn’s nightshirts. The shirt pooled around his feet and hung over his arms.
Aragorn gasped. “Oh, Frodo, you’re looking so pale...” Despite himself, he reached out a hand to feel Frodo’s forehead.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Frodo backed away and shut the door.
Aragorn threw his hands up in frustration. “Come on, Frodo, open the door...”