Frodon glanced warily down the derelict hall.
Good, thought Frodon, no one here.
He traipsed down towards a set of wonderfully wooden carved stairs leading towards a shimmering pool in the center of Rivendell.
Clouds covered the midnight sky that was devoid of any comforting starlight. The night was cold. But Frodon was ready.
Quieter than a ghost, Frodon undid the buttons on his little Hobbit vest. He threw it to the side with a determined moan. Next, he shuffled off his Hobbit britches, tossing them too over his shoulder.
Frodon took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, and strode boldly into the pool. It was fucking cold! His Hobbit testicles shrivelled like a hermit crab retreating for the comfort of its shell. Frodon wheezed, but he continued until he made it to the very middle. The water was barely brushing the tip of his "Shire".
There was then a strong gust of wind throughout the night sky. Frodon trembled. It was coming.
Another strong gust of wind tore through the air as the distant clouds shifted to reveal a beautiful, brightly lit full moon hanging seemingly motionless in the sky. There was a gasp, the water began to froth and turn all around Frodon. His nails started to harden and curve into cruel, sharp claws. His back arched over, rear hind legs mutating and forming into those not unlike a large lizard. Finally, Frodon the Saurus stood triumphantly in the middle of the pool.
"Fro-DON, Fro-DON!" Frodon the Saurus clucked out in his ritual mating call. He sniffed the air with his horrifying head, a mix of both lizard and Frodon features. His large and powerful tail swished the water behind him in anticipation while his scaly body contorted with muscle.
There was a distant crash from behind Frodon the Saurus and he twisted his lizard head to look intensely. It seemed to have come from the distant woodland. Well, better now than never.
With a billowing Fro-DON roar, the Saurus took off at full tilt into the depths of the woods within seconds. It crashed among the trees until it came upon a small clearing. There was a muddled pond surrounded with what looked like ancient, blue runes. A wizard's hat and grey robes were strewn all about.
Frodon the Saurus expected it to be bad, but not this bad. He roared mightily again as he heard plundering footsteps behind him. Frodon the Saurus smiled a lizard-like smile.
He turned his wicked head to witness the grey scaled and bearded Ganderatops strutting mightily towards the clearing. He gave an old and withered Gan-DOOOO before raising his hind legs and building up speed towards Frodon the Saurus. There was a second in which both Dinos popped prehistoric erections from between their powerful lizard legs. Then, they struck.
Frodon the Saurus' spear missed Ganderatops face completely, jarring him in the middle of his powerful chest. Ganderatops' mighty pickle, however, found it's mark: right in the eyeball. Frodon the Saurus cried out in pain...or pleasure? Ganderatops lifted his face to see blood pouring by the buckets from Frodon the Saurus' head contorted in orgasmic sensations.
Frodon the Saurus, meanwhile, lifted his muscled tail, twisting it around to work its way up the distracted Ganderatops' legs and into his Dino Cave. Ganderatops gave a mmmph of surprise, spurred on into a ravaging flurry. He hooted and hollered, but nothing could shake free Frodon the Saurus' iron suction of his asshole. Then, an idea struck him.
Ganderatops lifted his head up high, opening wide his mouth to display a full array of perfectly sharpened, yellow teeth. Frodon the Saurus winced; biting wasn't a part of the rules!
Ganderatops then brought his head down hard, not on Frodon the Saurus, however. Ganderatops chomped down on his own erect wang still stuck firmly inside Frodon the Saurus. Frodon the Saurus gave an audible gasp of surprise as Ganderatops shrieked in muffled pain, never letting go. He grinded and twisted and finally, he chewed through what remained the most magical cock in all of Middle Earth. A bloodied stump was all that remained within Frodon the Saurus' head. Ganderatops took a step back, admiring his work. He breathed in heavily, the power from his lungs pulling out the stump from Frodon the Saurus' eye socket. Ganderatops then used his own tail to wrap around Frodon the Saurus' neck, pulling him in close. When Frodon the Saurus was close enough, Ganderatops held Frodon the Saurus' open eye socket to his own bleeding hole of a penis. The ensuing blood quickly filled up Frodon the Saurus to the brim. Blood flowed from every crevice possible. Ganderatops gave one final push of pressure and felt the life extinguish from Frodon the Saurus' corpse, leaving nothing more than the quiet but significant sounds of blood dropping steadily onto the underbrush.
Ganderatops smiled sweetly, letting the body fall with a massive thud onto the floor. He brushed some lint off his shoulders before stalking his way back to Rivendell where he would need Elrond's medical attention for his dino-injuries...again!