Disclaimer: They aren't ours. Perhaps with good reason.
Sam burst into the room. Frodo was lying there, passed out and all chained up, too...the possibilities were exciting. Like that time in the Shire, with the trowel and the cheese wheel with the hole...
"Frodo, wake up," he urged. "I want you to be awake for this. I want you to feel it."
Frodo stirred and quickly opened his eyes to Sam. He was standing next to him now. Frodo has soon realized he was chained to the wall and Sam was staring at him in a way a boy stares of his girl friend and the cheese...the cheese, he remembered the cheese.
"Oh, yes, Sam. I want it." He pleaded for Sam to put the ring on since he had guessed how he got up here so easy. "You're so dead sexy when you're invisible."
Sam soon thrusted his invisible nude body towards Frodo's chained nude body. Frodo soon started screaming "Fat stupid hobbit sexy fat stupid hobbit—ooh, I like it like that!"
"Yes—yes—oh, yes—YES!"
Just then, a group of orcs entered the room. "Msdier! Tha' hobbit's being fucked by a man tha' ain't there!"
"Cant you see that he is busy? We should let him or we could possible join in...no harm in that, right?" said the other orc.
Miles away, Gandalf gasped. "MY GOD!"
"What's wrong, Gandalf?" asked Pippin.
"Frodo...Sam..." The wizard shuddered in horror and walked away.
"Oh. One of those," Merry realized.
Pippin was very upset. "What, and they didn't invite us?"
Merry smiled. "We can have one of our own."
THE END...OR IS IT?