2 hobbits and a sock
By Stone Raven
Soul-child would like to state she had nothing to do with this…dang!
Stone Raven would like to say Soul-child and Ariandir inspired this story, we shan't ask how. +_+
Pippin walked into a fancy hotel room where to say the least he had stayed for far longer than necessary with Merry and no quantity of dirty dishes would pay the bill.
"Put up your sword!" a loud voice bellowed from one of the beds located at the far end of the room.
The voice belonged to a small person brandishing a sock with a large hole in it.
"Merry is that you."
"Yes! Now put up your sword," as he said this he leapt half naked into the middle of the room still brandishing the sock.
By now Pippin could smell the toxic fumes coming from the unwashed garment and was wondering if it should come with a health and safety hazard but was sharply interrupted by Merry falling over as he stubbed his foot on the base of a hat stand. Swore and went sliding across the room to Pippins feet.
"I would except I'm wearing tights!"
"Hun?"
"Fishnets actually."
"I said SWORD you nonce."
"Fine I'll go split up Aragorn and Leggy if you like."
"What kind of fishnets?"
"Tights! Well Leggy's actually. I figure if he pull that many girls and wear Fishnets it might work for me!"
Merry looked at Pippin unbelievingly.
"You sad, sad, sad little hobbit."
And with that he picked up a bag from by the door and went to leave.
"By the way." Merry said on the way out, "I'm leaving you for Frodo. I put my Pony on your tab."
"You don't have a pony?"
"Oh! Yeah. I mean bill."
And with that he left slamming the door behind him.
