Title: "Gandalf says . . . "
Main pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Arwen/Eowyn, Frodo/Sam, Merry/Pippin etc.
Synopsis: Set after the whole chaotic events of the battle etc, Frodo introduces a new game played back in the Shire, hoping to get a chance to de-stress and relax, only to get the whole place chaotic. Game based on our "Simon says . . ." one.
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Gondor
It was an extremely depressing day for the fellowship and the two beautiful ladies of royalty currently with them. The rain drops which pitter-pattered on the eaves of the palace were cursed unanimously by the whole group who dully sat around, doing nothing at all.
'How I wish we were back at battling the orcs outside Minas Trinith,' Aragorn muttered, his dark tresses, gleaming in cleanliness and dry for once, were shaken loose over his broad shoulders as he groaned in boredom.
'Indeed, mellon-nin - I too share the same sentiments,' Legolas agreed, looking up from where he had been absently counting the number of tiny stubbles on Gimli's face.
'Then can you understand why on earth I refused to be a good little lady of the court and sit there in my tent while you all went to battle?' Eowyn glared daggers at Aragorn whom had tried to dissuade her from going. Aragorn had to agree with her for once, he'd much rather go to battle and get his clothes and flesh ripped than stay here with mounting insanity.
'Peace now, Eowyn dear,' Arwen murmured, quite enjoying running her pale hands through Eowyn's golden hair.
'Frodo - what say you we teach them our game of "Gandalf says"?' Sam lounged adoringly by the feet of Frodo while Frodo indulgently patted his head, all at present felt like vomiting with this obvious show of affection. Arwen quite admired and respected Aragorn, for all the times he was on watch and had to endure the sloppy kissing noises and adoring exclamations of "Mr Frodo", and did not even vomit.
'I suppose yes,' Frodo responded, his eyes lightening up at the prospect to relax at last.
Or what he thought could make them relax.
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This is my first attempt at humor fic. I've got another LOTR fic. It's Legolas/Aragorn slash.
I hope you all read and review this chapter. I promise to put up a longer and more slashy chapter if I get at least ten reviews - so, what say you? I promise eventual Aragorn/Legolas although now, it's still not quite interesting yet.
Main pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Arwen/Eowyn, Frodo/Sam, Merry/Pippin etc.
Synopsis: Set after the whole chaotic events of the battle etc, Frodo introduces a new game played back in the Shire, hoping to get a chance to de-stress and relax, only to get the whole place chaotic. Game based on our "Simon says . . ." one.
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Gondor
It was an extremely depressing day for the fellowship and the two beautiful ladies of royalty currently with them. The rain drops which pitter-pattered on the eaves of the palace were cursed unanimously by the whole group who dully sat around, doing nothing at all.
'How I wish we were back at battling the orcs outside Minas Trinith,' Aragorn muttered, his dark tresses, gleaming in cleanliness and dry for once, were shaken loose over his broad shoulders as he groaned in boredom.
'Indeed, mellon-nin - I too share the same sentiments,' Legolas agreed, looking up from where he had been absently counting the number of tiny stubbles on Gimli's face.
'Then can you understand why on earth I refused to be a good little lady of the court and sit there in my tent while you all went to battle?' Eowyn glared daggers at Aragorn whom had tried to dissuade her from going. Aragorn had to agree with her for once, he'd much rather go to battle and get his clothes and flesh ripped than stay here with mounting insanity.
'Peace now, Eowyn dear,' Arwen murmured, quite enjoying running her pale hands through Eowyn's golden hair.
'Frodo - what say you we teach them our game of "Gandalf says"?' Sam lounged adoringly by the feet of Frodo while Frodo indulgently patted his head, all at present felt like vomiting with this obvious show of affection. Arwen quite admired and respected Aragorn, for all the times he was on watch and had to endure the sloppy kissing noises and adoring exclamations of "Mr Frodo", and did not even vomit.
'I suppose yes,' Frodo responded, his eyes lightening up at the prospect to relax at last.
Or what he thought could make them relax.
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This is my first attempt at humor fic. I've got another LOTR fic. It's Legolas/Aragorn slash.
I hope you all read and review this chapter. I promise to put up a longer and more slashy chapter if I get at least ten reviews - so, what say you? I promise eventual Aragorn/Legolas although now, it's still not quite interesting yet.
