Tookish Feelings
(A story of night time joy)"Ohhhh….my precious…." Smeagol giggled with glee reaching down Gandalf's white underwear."Fool of a SMIGE! FOOL OF A SMIGE!" Gandalf yelped with pleasure.These two….made a odd couple, they first met in a cave whilst Gandalf was searching for the treasure hidden within Smaug's Cave. When they stumbled across each other Gollum broke into riddles"What's Grey, and Hot, a wise all over?" He slyly said, checking out GandalfGandalf started to blush. The next thing you knew he knelt to the ground, eye level with Gollum and extended his abnormal tongueGollum started to chuckle the he put his large mouth around the tongueThen the started to passionately make out. The started to take of there clothes and Gandalf was just about to…..
With a startling gasp, Frodo woke up from his horrible dream. Tears of- admittedly, jealousy, rolled down his bulging hobbit cheeks. He couldn't help feeling ashamed of himself, but he couldn't help but desire to have Gandalf at the end of his hairy, sweaty feet. In fact, he fantasised so often of his warm, luxurious beard… his overgrown nose and the pointy end of his "staff". And those dreamy, endless eyes and the massive six-pack on his chest… covered with white hair…
He gave a girly giggle, grinning around. How awfully Tookish of him… Bullroarer Took didend up marrying a grizzled old dwarf. Oh, how he envied them… seeing as he was already engaged to a hobbit… a young hobbit-
"-Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo shivered as he glanced over to the other side of his hobbit queen bed. Sam was there, wearing all but the finest silk shorts and leaving his shirt unbuttoned… letting his potbellied stomach hang out. It was the kind of thing Frodo would just wanna'… leap into… but of course, that would come soon enough. In a sing-song voice, edged with a bit of cupidity, he crawled on next to him to reply.
"What's wrong, my little twinkle-toes?" He smirked.
Sam giggled like a little school girl, his eyes glistening… his mouth drooling, ready for some action.
"Wanna… you know…"
Frodo knew the answer, but acted like he did not know the answer. "What, my Took babe?"
"- have ourselves a Mount Doom?"
He couldn't answer, he simply leapt without looking. Feeling Sam's skin against him…
"-Sam? Oh, Sam… where are you? One of our children just puked, and I need your help cleaning it. Sam? Sam?! Where is that no-good husband of mine… always outside doing something…"
Sam leapt away from Frodo. "Me wife!"
Frodo sighed. Then climbed towards Sam, Who was putting his proper clothes on, and whispered"You know, I'll always be waiting…" he gave a sensual kiss on Sam's left ear and when hearing Sam slamming the front door… Frodo went back to bed hoping for a another wonderful dream…..