I never expected to find myself in this situation, kneeling before Frodo Baggins, the ringbearer, who had been captured by the enemy. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in his appearance. Despite the bruises and cuts that marred his face, there was a determined glint in his eyes that spoke of his courage and resilience. But it was his body that captured my attention the most. Frodo's lithe frame was lean and toned, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat from the stress of his capture. As I reached out to touch him, I couldn't help but marvel at the firmness of his muscles and the softness of his skin. But it was his pert round behind that truly caught my gaze. The sight of his perfect, peachy cheeks made desire surge within me. I leaned in close to him, my breath hot against his ear as I whispered, "I will do whatever it takes to protect you, Frodo." Frodo turned his head to look at me, his eyes widening in surprise. "You don't have to do this," he protested, but I could see the flicker of desire in his eyes as well. I ignored his words and instead pressed my lips against his, claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss. His lips were soft and pliant beneath mine, and I felt a surge of desire coursing through me. My hands roamed over his body, mapping every inch of his skin as I explored his form. Frodo gasped as my hands slid down to his round behind, squeezing his cheeks firmly as I pulled him close to me. "Oh!" he moaned, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and pleasure. I trailed kisses down his neck, nipping and biting at his skin as I moved lower and lower, until I reached his pert backside. I couldn't resist any longer. With a sense of hunger and urgency, I pushed his trousers down, revealing his bare bottom in all its glory. Frodo gasped as I caressed his behind, my touch sending shivers down his spine. I could feel him trembling beneath my fingers as I teased and tantalized him, driving him wild with desire. And then, unable to restrain myself any longer, I entered him, burying myself deep within him as he cried out in pleasure. Our bodies moved together in a passionate dance, the intensity of our connection growing with every thrust. As we moved closer and closer to the edge, I could feel Frodo's release building within him, his body tensing as he drew closer to climax. And then, with a cry of ecstasy, he reached the peak of pleasure, his body shuddering as he found release. I held him close as he came down from his high, his body limp and sated in my arms. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I would do anything to protect him, even if it meant risking everything for his sake.