A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fanfiction:) I took the prompt from McJunker's "Thirty Terrible Ideas for LOTR Fanfics". (Read it, it's hilarious:)
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters. No copyright infringement intended, and I am not making any money off of this.
I hope you enjoy!
It was about a week after the quest was over. The entire fellowship (minus Boromir, for obvious reasons) was staying in Minas Tirith. The four hobbits were sharing a room; it was more than large enough for all four of them.
Merry and Pippin were in the kitchen cooking massive amounts of food. Sam was sitting in a chair by the fire, lightly dozing. Frodo sat on the rug in front of the fire, waiting for Merry and Pippin to join him and Sam.
When Merry and Pippin came in, they brought a large tray with them containing all sorts of desserts.
"Well," said Frodo, "would you like to inform me of what you two are planning tonight? I know you're up to something."
"Well you see, Frodo," Merry began.
"We thought it would be a good idea to have a bit of fun this evening," continued Pippin.
"Seeing as, you know, everybody has been to busy to hang out together these last few weeks, Pippin and I thought that we should have a party tonight!" Merry finished.
"And what kind of party exactly?" Frodo asked skeptically.
"The kind where you have friends, food, and Truth or Dare!" answered Merry cheerfully.
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt..." said Frodo.
"Excellent!" Pippin exclaimed, pulling out four glasses and a large barrel of ale. Nobody even knew how or where he had managed to hide that.
Two hours later, they were all extremely drunk. They sat on the rug in front of the fire, talking.
"Well, who wants to play Truth or Dare?" Merry asked.
"Only if you go first," said Sam.
"Alright," said Merry, "Frodo! Truth or dare?"
"Errm...truth," said Frodo.
"Chicken!" Merry scoffed, as he thought up a question. "Alright...when was the last time you did something you really regretted afterwards, and what was it?"
"It was yesterday. I stole Legolas' shampoo and he threatened me at knifepoint until I returned it," Frodo answered. The hobbits laughed. "Sam, truth or dare?" asked Frodo.
"Truth," said Sam.
"You're both chickens!" said Merry.
"Okay...what do most regret doing in Rivendell before the quest?" Frodo interrupted.
"Oh..." said Sam blushing crimson, "Uh...well... Glorfindel and Erestor may have been participating in certain...activities...in the garden and I might have sort of...watched."
"Eeeeew!" the hobbits exclaimed, trying to remove the image that had been burned into their minds for eternity.
"I will never be able to look at either of them again!" moaned Pippin.
"Merry, truth or dare?" said Sam, although still scarlet with mortification.
"Dare!" said Merry.
"Okay," said Sam, his mind already coming up with several devious ideas, "Sneak into Aragorn and Arwen's room and steal Arwen's flat iron!"
The hobbits gasped. There was nobody more dangerous than Arwen when you were on her bad side. And nobody messed with her hair products. Ever.
"Awesome!" said Merry, already standing and preparing to leave the room. "I need a witness!" he said, "Frodo! Come with me!"
Frodo, although looking terrified at the idea of being caught, stood and followed Merry from the room.
Half an hour later, the two returned, Merry holding a pink, sparkly flat iron.
"We have returned!" he announced. The other hobbits cheered.
"And this *is* Arwen's flat iron, not Legolas'," Frodo confirmed.
The hobbits were incredibly impressed.
"Pippin, truth or dare?" Merry asked, sitting down in front of the fire again.
"Uhh...dare?" said Pippin timidly.
Merry smiled wickedly. "Sneak into Legolas' room, steal his bow and arrows, and put them in Gimli's room."
The hobbits gasped again and Pippin visibly paled. Shaking, he stood.
"Sam, you will be my witness," he said. Pippin and Sam left the room.
A full hour later, after Frodo and Merry were beginning to worry, Pippin and Sam returned. Pippin smiled, looking extremely relieved, and sat down in front of the fire.
"He did it!" Sam said excitedly, sitting down next to Frodo. The hobbits were awed by Pippin's show of bravery.
"I have a dare for all of you," Pippin announced. "But I highly doubt that you will be brave enough to accept it. I would be astounded with you courage if you did. I trust you will not act like cowards."
"Oh come on! It can't be that bad! I stole Arwen's flat iron, for Eru's sake!" Merry scorned.
"So you accept?" Pippin asked sweetly.
"Yes!" the hobbits said, determined not to be viewed as cowards.
"Okay!" Pippin smiled triumphantly. "We are playing Spin the Bottle."
The hobbits sat in shocked silence.
"You can't be serious," Sam said.
"Oh I am very serious. Frodo, please go find a bottle. I believe there is a leftover wine one in the kitchen over there." Frodo, though still in shock, obliged.
"How much did you drink, Pippin?" Merry asked, concerned.
"That is none of you business," Pippin replied airily, waving his hand. "Let's establish the rules." Frodo returned with the bottle. "Thank you Frodo," Pippin said. "One person spins the bottle. Whoever it points at, that person must kiss. This must be on the lips only, but can be as long or short as the person desires." Pippin took the bottle from him and placed it in the middle of the circle.
"Great! Who wants to go first?" Pippin asked. The other hobbits glanced at each other, now very concerned about the amount of ale Pippin must have consumed. "Cowards," Pippin said, reaching for the bottle. He grabbed it, spinning it quickly. The bottle spun, and spun, and spun, until it finally stopped at...Frodo.
Frodo visibly paled. He could not believe this was about to happen, much less to him. Pippin smiled at him, leaned across the circle, and laid his hands on either side of Frodo's face. Frodo seemed paralyzed with fear. Sam and Merry watched anxiously as Pippin leaned in, bringing their lips together.
It wasn't a long kiss, but it definitely could have been shorter. Pippin released Frodo, returning to his seat. Frodo could not help but feel more at ease. 'That could have been worse', Frodo thought. He almost smiled, then stopped himself, remembering that he was *not* supposed to have enjoyed that. "Your turn," Pippin said, smiling sweetly at Frodo. Frodo gulped nervously. He reached for the bottle. Grabbing it, he spun it, watching it tensely. The bottle stopped, pointing at Sam. Sam promptly went bright red. Frodo decided not to make it more awkward than it had to be.
He reached over to Sam and gave him a small kiss on the lips, then sat back down in his place. Sam, still bright red, found himself thinking that that was altogether too short... He shook himself from those inappropriate thoughts, reaching for the bottle. He gave it a quick spin. It landed on Merry. Sam nervously leaned over and gave Merry a small kiss. Merry then reached for the bottle and spun it. The bottle landed on Pippin. Merry smiled deviously at his cousin, leaning over and kissing him hard on the mouth. It went on much, much longer than it needed to. Frodo and Sam glanced at each other. Frodo cleared his throat awkwardly and Merry finally pulled himself away from Pippin. Frodo was slightly jealous.
Pippin spun the bottle and it landed on Frodo, yet again. Pippin smirked, saying, "You were a little jealous just a second ago, weren't you?" Frodo frantically shook his head, doing his best to deny it, but Pippin just leaned over and pressed his lips against Frodo's for the second time that night. Frodo, much to his shock, found himself responding. If you had asked him later, he would have denied ever even remotely enjoying it. Pippin was still kissing him when they heard a new voice clear their throat behind them. Pippin and Frodo broke away quickly. They turned to see Legolas standing there. His hair was disheveled, and he looked absolutely mortified. He wore a pink bathrobe with cheeks blushing to match.
"Sorry - I really hate to interrupt - but, uh, have you seen my bow and arrows?" he asked, looking as though he regretted ever having entered the room.
"Gimli has them," Pippin answered, a little too quickly. Legolas thanked them, quickly exiting the room with a last apologetic glance thrown over his shoulder.
Merry was still extremely jealous that Pippin kissed Frodo longer. Merry was contemplating tackling Pippin, pinning him against the floor, and kissing him as long as he liked, but his planning was interrupted by a piercing loud scream of rage.
"Arwen..." the hobbits gasped, all of them paling for the third time that night.
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