I, a Gondorian soldier, found myself in a precarious situation as I stood guard over the captured hobbit, Frodo Baggins. His eyes were full of fear as he gazed up at me, knowing he was now at the mercy of the enemy. But little did he know that I had other intentions in mind. As I looked at Frodo, I couldn't help but notice how his small stature belied a surprising strength. His eyes were wide and filled with determination, his lips pressed together in a thin line. But it was his physique that caught my attention the most. Despite his small frame, his body was toned and athletic, his round butt firm and inviting. I approached Frodo slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. I could see the fear in his eyes turn to confusion as I knelt down beside him. "What are you doing?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the orcs outside. I didn't answer him, choosing instead to press my lips against his, silencing any further protests. Frodo tensed at my touch, but I could sense the flicker of desire in his eyes as our tongues danced together. As my hands roamed over his body, I couldn't help but admire his perfect form. His skin was smooth and warm beneath my touch, his muscles tight and defined. I could feel the heat building between us, the desire that burned within me matching the fire in his eyes. "Frodo," I whispered, my voice husky with need. "I want you, I need you." And with that, I pushed him onto his back, his legs spread apart for me to see his round, plump butt. I couldn't resist the urge to run my hands over his smooth skin, feeling the heat radiating off of him. Frodo moaned softly as I pushed myself inside him, his body tensing with the sensation. I moved slowly, savoring every moment, every thrust bringing us closer to the edge. I could feel Frodo trembling beneath me, his breath coming in short gasps as he surrendered to the pleasure. And then, finally, with a cry of release, Frodo arched his back and came, his body shuddering with ecstasy. I followed soon after, my own release washing over me like a tidal wave. As we lay there, breathless and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over me. But as I looked into Frodo's eyes, I saw only gratitude and understanding. And in that moment, I knew that despite the darkness that surrounded us, there was still hope for us both.