"There, finished!" Rashelle announced happily to the sparkling clean kitchen as she placed the last bit of icing on the cake. She stood back to admire it and heard a voice in her ear.
"Looks delicious,"
Rachelle turned around and gave a pitiful cry. She picked up a rag and hit the intruder.
"Mr. Frodo Baggins! You wretch, it was meant to be a surprise!" Frodo laughed heartily at Rachelle's attack and tried to stammer out an apology between breaths. Then the back door opened and Sam, Merry, and Pippin all came in to see what the nose was. Frodo spied his companions and cried out.
"Ah, my friends, help me!" He burst into laughter again as the rag missed his cheek and Samwise shook his head.
"I may have been able to protect you from Golluem, Mr Frodo, but Miss Rachelle is a diiferent matter entirely,"
Then tired and exhausted from the day's work, Rachelle stopped, looking flushed. Frodo seized the oppertunity, grabbing the hobbit lass by the arm and jerked her to him, pressing against her.
"Come here, Silvertoes!" He growled playfully and kissed her hungerly.
She wriggled out of his kiss, a look of concern on her face.
"Mr Frodo, I'm still covered in flour, I'll ruin your new suit," She protested innocently.
"I can fix that," Frodo murmured, his blue eyes agleam. She gave a little shudder of excitment when his hands found the fastening to her gown.
"But the party, the guests, won't they be arriving soon?"
"Everyone attending the party is present, my Rashelle," Frodo breathed and kissed her neck, "Now I want to give you your gift," The blue eyed hobbit moved up from her neck was about to dive into another kiss when Merry cleared his throat.
"Is this present just for her, or can it be shared?" Frodo smiled and took Rashelle's hand.
"My sweet cousin, of course it is a present for all of you as well. Come its better opened in the den.
A/N this a warning the next scene is suggestive and if you dont like that kind of stuff, skip to the bottom. Thank you.
Rashelle trembled with excitment as Frodo took her in his arms. The fire in the hearth illuminated the dark rom and warmed her bare skin. She loved the feel of the Baggins's rich suit against herskin. It was soft and warm and aroused her every pore. She Merry's soft body from behind as his hot mouth roamed her kneck and shoulders. Frodo merely held her, watching her with teary blue eyes.
"Master Frodo?" She murmured, "What's wrong?"
He shook his head, clearing the tears from his eyes, "Its nothing, Shelly. I was just thiking what a wonderful five years its been and how much I love you,"
"I love you too, Mr Frodo," and then she smiled at Merry and Pippin who were closing in on her, "I love you all,"
"We know, Darling," Merry whispered, continuing to lick and nip at her shoulder. Pippin took Frodo's place as the Baggins moved aside to wriggle out of his suit and kissed Rashelle's collar, moving down more sensitive places. Rashelle moaned and reached out for Samwise who sat nearby. The gentle gardner quickly complied, moving between the warm bodies and kissing Rashelle sweetly. The four entwined hobbits collapsed to the floor as Frodo made his way back over to them. Sam moved away as Rashelle reached for the blue eyes hobbit and dragged him down to meet his lips.
Sweet kisses, hot embraces, and soft cries twined with the night air until the moon rose high and everyone stomach rumbled with hunger.
Dressed in robes, they sliced the cake and went out into the garden. Trees were decorated with banners and streamers and the night wind ruffled the tablecloth to the small round picnic table and the moon relflected in cups and plates.
"The cake is perfect," Frodo whispered, kissing Rashelle, filling her mouth a sweet buttery taste.
"like us," Pippin grinned and lifted his glass.
"To us," Merry echoes.
"To love," Sam added.
"To children?" Frodo questioned and Rashelle turned red. Then she lifted her glass.
"To family," and they drank.
A/N ummm, I forgot to tell what time this place. Although you've probably noticed it doesn't follow a real Tolkien storyline, it takes place after RotK.