Dislaimer…. I suppose I have to do this.
I do not own them. Well, except Legolas, I keep him locked up in the bathroom with all my lovely haircare stuff… wouldn't want that lovely, silk, long blonde hair to get messy now…. *sighs dreamily*… um, where was I? Oh yes, no, I do not own them! Unfortunately.
~Spin the Hobbit~ Or ~The massacre of Spin the Bottle~
The fellowship lazed around Bag-end. Gandalf smoked lazily on his pipe, creating smoke armies of elves and men and a giant fluffy lump for Sauron. Legolas was kneeling in front of a hobbit-sized mirror, brushing his hair, and braiding it. The hobbits were playing strip poker, and had reduced poor Frodo to his nether-garments. Sam was playing the best round, though there seemed to be more cards than when they had started.
Gimli was sharpening his axe in the corner, next to Aragorn who was chatting to Arwen on his mobile. He ended the call by making disgustingly sickening elf-kissy noises. Sighing, he grinned cheerfully round the others.
"What do you feel like doing?" He asked, clapping his hands like a youth worker about to force games onto unruly teenagers. Legolas examined the top of his head, then, satisfied that there weren't any tangles, turned to face the others.
"Like there's anything to do in this hobbit infested…. Natural paradise…" He trailed off and realised that four hobbit death gazes were fixed on him. "The best damn place in middle earth…" He grinned nervously; the hobbits went back to their game. Legolas sighed in relief, his fear of the hobbits was well founded; the hobbits were quite vicious, along with the fact that they were groin height and had particularly sharp teeth.
"I seem to recall a game that the young Gondorians used to play… spin the bottle, or some such thing." Gandalf said, puffing slowly away.
Frodo looked up from his hand, realising he was losing and had only his loincloth left, and decided to play this new game.
They sat in a circle around the room, mainly on the floor, except for Aragorn, who insisted on the chair seeing as he is royalty and all. Legolas sighed and flicked his hair back over his shoulder. The hobbits were arguing over who would empty the bottle before using it, and Gimli was still sharpening his axe.
"So how does this work, Gandalf?" Frodo asked, wrapped in Sam's old Elven cloak.
"Well." Started the old Istari, brushing biscuit crumbs off his cloak. "One person spins the bottle, and whoever the bottle lands on, the person has to kiss."
I do not own them. Well, except Legolas, I keep him locked up in the bathroom with all my lovely haircare stuff… wouldn't want that lovely, silk, long blonde hair to get messy now…. *sighs dreamily*… um, where was I? Oh yes, no, I do not own them! Unfortunately.
~Spin the Hobbit~ Or ~The massacre of Spin the Bottle~
The fellowship lazed around Bag-end. Gandalf smoked lazily on his pipe, creating smoke armies of elves and men and a giant fluffy lump for Sauron. Legolas was kneeling in front of a hobbit-sized mirror, brushing his hair, and braiding it. The hobbits were playing strip poker, and had reduced poor Frodo to his nether-garments. Sam was playing the best round, though there seemed to be more cards than when they had started.
Gimli was sharpening his axe in the corner, next to Aragorn who was chatting to Arwen on his mobile. He ended the call by making disgustingly sickening elf-kissy noises. Sighing, he grinned cheerfully round the others.
"What do you feel like doing?" He asked, clapping his hands like a youth worker about to force games onto unruly teenagers. Legolas examined the top of his head, then, satisfied that there weren't any tangles, turned to face the others.
"Like there's anything to do in this hobbit infested…. Natural paradise…" He trailed off and realised that four hobbit death gazes were fixed on him. "The best damn place in middle earth…" He grinned nervously; the hobbits went back to their game. Legolas sighed in relief, his fear of the hobbits was well founded; the hobbits were quite vicious, along with the fact that they were groin height and had particularly sharp teeth.
"I seem to recall a game that the young Gondorians used to play… spin the bottle, or some such thing." Gandalf said, puffing slowly away.
Frodo looked up from his hand, realising he was losing and had only his loincloth left, and decided to play this new game.
They sat in a circle around the room, mainly on the floor, except for Aragorn, who insisted on the chair seeing as he is royalty and all. Legolas sighed and flicked his hair back over his shoulder. The hobbits were arguing over who would empty the bottle before using it, and Gimli was still sharpening his axe.
"So how does this work, Gandalf?" Frodo asked, wrapped in Sam's old Elven cloak.
"Well." Started the old Istari, brushing biscuit crumbs off his cloak. "One person spins the bottle, and whoever the bottle lands on, the person has to kiss."