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Warning: This is a Slash story, you've been warned now, so I don't want anyone yelling at me, if you don't know what slash is: it is male/male or female/female pairings. If you don't like it, don't read this!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters (e.g. Legolas, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Sam, Rosie…) nor do I own any of the places in Tolkien's world, and I don't make any money off of this, this is purely entertainment.

Chapter 1

Frodo was sitting down in an old rocking chair, drinking tea with Merry and Pippin. They were the first to know of Frodo's secret preference to males and felt connected to them when they announced, privately, of their love for one another. They wanted to get married, (secretly they could not take their hands off each other). Frodo sighed, drinking more steam then tea with the ceramic cup to his lips. It was because of him that they haven't already run off to get married in one of their crazy schemes. They wanted to help him get back on his feet and live life again. Rocking back and forth, Frodo thought about Sam, the loyal and sexy Samwise Gamgee. Sam had professed his love for Rosie, and since then, Frodo gave up hope of ever having Sam to himself again. Ever since the marriage, he stayed away, only visiting once in a while, but every time, he would have a bout of jealousy when Rosie cuddled next to Sam. If only I had the guts to tell him sooner, or taken advantage of him when we were alone.

Frodo played with the cup, lost in thought, as he watched Merry and Pippin play a game where they tried to make suggestive shapes out of the Pipe weed smoke. He spent more time at Merry and Pippin's house than anywhere else, the Bag End replica in Crickhollow was too large to be in alone, especially without Sam's company.

"Hey Pip, watch this!" Merry let out a puff of smoke in the shape of a member, Pippin adding a puff in the shape of a hand that collided with Merry's. The two perverted hobbits had already come up with a new game called the Pipe Smoke Strip, where, if you guessed wrong on the shape of the puff of smoke, you had to take a piece of clothing off. Frodo took off before they got the bright idea to make him join. He was beginning to think that they would turn anything into something sexual.

On the walk to Crickhollow Frodo studied his mangled hand, thinking of the nightmare they had called a war. In his mind he saw a flash of pale green and Gollum on him biting both ring and finger off, and that same tormented creature fall over the edge, into the fires. Frodo was grateful it was over, but the Shire that he once thought of as home no longer felt right. So much had happened, yet the Shire didn't seem to be changed at all. He still didn't know why he was still living in Hobbiton; I wish the ring had never come to the Shire. Frodo shook his head, causing his dark brown locks to sway. He knew that wasn't true, he would never give up his friendships he made in the fellowship. The night sky was clear as he looked up, the many patterns of the stars twinkling brightly. The moon's light was casting everything in a silver gray color, and creating eerie shadows that only worsened his thoughts. Forcing his mind elsewhere, he thought about what he would do about Merry and Pippin; he needed to find an excuse for sneaking out, or he would be the butt of every joke. He passed through the gate, opened the round green door, and gloomily made his way to the bedroom; life just seemed so dull nowadays. Maybe he will go visit his old friends someday, just take a long trip, like Bilbo did. Frodo changed into something more comfortable by the light of a small candle and went to sleep, dreaming of ring wreaths riding large flying creatures. He woke up in a sweat several times but the dream continued anyways.

Merry was winning. He had on most of his clothes while Pippin was left with nothing but an undergarment. "Hey Pip, a bit chilly are we? Don't worry, as soon as I win, I'll help you warm up!" Merry's eyes were twinkling.

Pip stared stupidly, "and how do you suppose you'll do that?" His teeth were starting to chatter.

Merry rolled his eyes, "you're one unimaginative hobbit Pip, that's why you're losin'!" he replied getting ready to blow a puff of smoke.

Pip, still not catching on, replied, "I'm only lettin' you win you know!" his teeth could be heard from across the room, watching as the puff of smoke came out in the shape of a rare flower they had seen in Rivendel known for it's ability to enhance all of your senses, making it a popular flower for couples. "Is it a lily??" He asked a pleading in his eyes that he would be right.

Merry grinned gleefully, "nope! Here let me help you take those off." Slowly he advanced on Pippin, whose eyes were large finally making the connection. Pippin tried to leap away, but Merry already had his hands on the undergarment, slipping it off when he escaped. Merry chased him about the room, eyes on his naked target. "Come on Pip! I told you I'd warm you up!" He cornered Pippin in front of a closet door. How convenient! Merry giggled mentally he's in real trouble now! I left my leather chains in there yesterday. "You know what Pippin, I don't believe that we've ever tried a closet." He said aloud, while pinning him against the door leading to the large closet. "I think it's about time we did!" Pippin's eyes widened even further, the color drained from his face, and when Merry glanced down, he was definitely aroused. Turning the knob, Merry pushed him in with him, closed the door, before grabbing the leather chains from a shelf. In his already weak state, Pippin was easily and successfully chained around a support bar for a low shelf. "Any last words before I take my due reward for winning?"

"Please let me go?"

"Sorry, that is not an option." Merry grinned evilly and Pippin groaned.

There was a screech that could pierce anyone's heart, drowning out the sound of the rushing wind. Huge black wings stood out against gray clouds. Frodo raced away, in a desperate escape for his life. He ran for the cover of a tree line that kept getting farther and farther away. Claws grabbed him, leaving bruises where they could not pass through the mithril, taking him off the ground and away from safety. As the ground left him, he saw his friends from the fellowship being defeated by the orcs several yards from where he was caught, the ones he left when he saw the nazgul. It was his desperate attept to lure the nazgul away from the rest. He fought the scaled creatures grasp in fear and frustration. With his friends caught, no one could warn the rest of Middle Earth, and the ring would soon be with its master. Desperately he reached for the chain around his neck to drop to the ground, and, perhaps be lost. In his bed, in the real world, Frodo's brow was damp with sweat from the nightmare.

Frodo was woken an hour before the sky had started to lighten with false dawn by a knock at the door. He was glad for the wakeup call, the nazgul were torturing him for the ring, trying to inflict again the wound and bring him to their world. He let his feet find their own swaggering way to the door as he rubbed his eyes; he hadn't been sleeping well lately due to the nightmares. His feet suddenly stopped, causing his upper body to sway, and letting his mind know that he had made it to the door. He opened it, staring into the dark to see a tall figure standing out against the stars.

Recognizing the figure's stance, Frodo mumbled "Don't you elves know how to get up at a decent time?" before looking up into Legolas' eyes and smiling.

"Forgive me, I did not know that this was indecent, my family will have woken up an hour ago," Legolas said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, and a glitter in his eye. Frodo grinned at that and gave his old friend a hug.

"Come in, and tell me what news you bring that is so urgent as to wake me up before the sun!" Frodo led the blonde elf inside, making sure he knew to duck under the arches in his dark house. He lit a few lamps and offered Legolas a large chair (by hobbit standards) by the open window. Finishing that, he sat down in his own chair and waited for Legolas to talk.

"Well, as you won't let me go until I tell you, would you like to go on another journey? And perhaps visit some old friends?" Legolas asked, eyes glinting in the light, Frodo's face lit up with excitement.

A/N: well, I edited it for ya' all, I realized that it needed major work when I read it again. I hope you like it, please review and let me know if anything needs to be corrected. Don't be afraid to tell me if you don't like it, just tell me why so I can improve it!