A deathly silence fell upon the room. Everyone except Gandalf tried to
avoid each other's gaze, until Legolas finally broke the silence.
"Hey, it's only kissing... I remember a game I used to play where we had to strip off and..." He was hastily interrupted by Aragorn.
"Yes alright Legolas." Then he sat up and straightened his shirt (which had on it the royal crest of two dragons doing.... something, the people who had drawn it obviously didnt know what dragons looked like.) "Frodo, as the former Ringbearer, you may start." Frodo grumbled something about titles and idiotic kings, then reached out and spun the bottle. Too hard. It slid over the tiled floor and hit the knee of Gimli, who promptly smashed it into little pieces with his axe.
"Gimli!" Pippin cried in despair, being comforted by Merry slapping his shoulder a couple of times, also giving him a dead arm.
"What shall we do now?" Frodo turned to Gandalf who was reaching into one of his many pockets for some more weed.
"Spin something else." He said, distractedly. They all thought hard for a while, then one by one, their gaze fell on the unsuspecting hobbit, who had his head down in deep thought (or sleep, hard to tell which).
The hobbit didnt notice the mini-conspiracy going on around him. He was trying to pull something from a pocket in his shirt. He had just about managed to get it free when he was grabbed by two pairs of hands. He yelped.
"Now, just stay still Frodo." Legolas said from one side.
"This wont hurt." Aragorn finished off, as they dumped the hobbit in the middle of the circle. "Now, who's going first?"
"I think Thamwithe thould go firtht." Gimli piped up from the corner.
"Oh, and why is that, Gimpli?" Legolas scoffed next to him, braiding his hair one-handed, whilst the other held Frodo in the middle.
"Legolath!" The dwarf protethted... sorry, protested. "Awagorn, Legolath ith being a big ole meanie head." He picked up his axe and sulked as Aragorn ignored him.
"Maybe Sam should go first." Frodo suggested meakly, painfully aware of Legolas and Aragorns strong grip.
"Noooo, Mr Frodo." Sam piped up, hiding the extra cards from the poker game in his sleeve. "I think Aragorn should go first, seeing as he is king and all." Frodo whimpered.
"Good idea, Samwise Gamgee!" He said, sitting up straight in an attempt to look royal and majestic.
"Your fly's undone." Pippin pointed out. Aragorn blushed and quickly fastened it up. Merry turned to Pippin.
"Since when have we had zips?" He asked, throwing his arm round Pippins shoulders. The younger hobbit shrugged.
"When's afternoon tea?"
"lets just play this game first." Aragorn said, realizing nothing was going to happen if the hobbits got their way. Grumbling slightly about empty stomachs, Pippin and Merry settled on the floor next to each other. "Right, me first." He leant forward, then a little more as Frodo tried to sink into the floor. Grabbing Frodos shoulder, he spun him, hard. Frodo screamed as he whirled round on the surprisingly slippy tiled floor. When he had stopped spinning, and was staring dreamily at the little gold rings floating round his head, Aragorn checked who he was to kiss. Which was easier said than done.
Frodo had become uncurled in the mad spin, and was laying starfished out on the floor. His right leg was pointing to Merry, his left to Sam, right arm to Legolas and left to Gimli. His head was towards Aragorn.
"Well..." Started Aragorn.
"Yes." Agreed Legolas.
"Thpin him again." Said Gimli, still clutching his axe. "And kith whoever hith head landth on." Aragorn shrugged and reached forward. Frodo, however, had realised what was about to happen, and screamed (orgasmically) again, scrambling backwards till he landed in Sam's lap (recommend it, wish you were here).
"Hello Mr Frodo." Sam said cheerfully.
"Oh Sam." He whimpered and clung to the other hobbit.
"Well, what are we going to spin now?" Legolas asked, as Aragorn sat down again, grumbling.
"I was gonna say use this." Frodo piped up, holding up the little bottle Galadriel had given him. It shone faintly. Very faintly. "Wait a minute." Frodo peered at the bottle. "Wheres it all gone?" All eyes turned to Sam, who blushed.
"Well, you must admit the garden is glowing this summer..." Frodo just gaped at him.
"You watered the garden with it?" Merry asked, grinning. Pippin giggled.
"Well, I watered it down, so it wouldnt run out..." Sam trailed off as Frodo continued to gape at him. "Sorry, Mr Frodo."
Aragorn, feeling that he needed to take control of the situation, coughed loudly. Legolas slapped his back hard.
"Im not choking you idiot." He snapped, then turned back to the hobbits. "Good idea Frodo, now, put the bottle in the middle." Frodo continued to gape. "Frodo!" Pippin waved his hand in front of Frodo's face.
"You... watered... the garden.... with it?" He managed to stutter. Sam blushed again.
"Frodo!" Frodo jumped and dropped the bottle. It slid into the middle of the room, and Legolas heard Aragorn sigh 'finally' under his breath.
He leant forward and spun it. It spun around, and round and round and round and round.... "Im getting dizzy." Complained Pippin... and stopped on....
Legolas.
"Hey, it's only kissing... I remember a game I used to play where we had to strip off and..." He was hastily interrupted by Aragorn.
"Yes alright Legolas." Then he sat up and straightened his shirt (which had on it the royal crest of two dragons doing.... something, the people who had drawn it obviously didnt know what dragons looked like.) "Frodo, as the former Ringbearer, you may start." Frodo grumbled something about titles and idiotic kings, then reached out and spun the bottle. Too hard. It slid over the tiled floor and hit the knee of Gimli, who promptly smashed it into little pieces with his axe.
"Gimli!" Pippin cried in despair, being comforted by Merry slapping his shoulder a couple of times, also giving him a dead arm.
"What shall we do now?" Frodo turned to Gandalf who was reaching into one of his many pockets for some more weed.
"Spin something else." He said, distractedly. They all thought hard for a while, then one by one, their gaze fell on the unsuspecting hobbit, who had his head down in deep thought (or sleep, hard to tell which).
The hobbit didnt notice the mini-conspiracy going on around him. He was trying to pull something from a pocket in his shirt. He had just about managed to get it free when he was grabbed by two pairs of hands. He yelped.
"Now, just stay still Frodo." Legolas said from one side.
"This wont hurt." Aragorn finished off, as they dumped the hobbit in the middle of the circle. "Now, who's going first?"
"I think Thamwithe thould go firtht." Gimli piped up from the corner.
"Oh, and why is that, Gimpli?" Legolas scoffed next to him, braiding his hair one-handed, whilst the other held Frodo in the middle.
"Legolath!" The dwarf protethted... sorry, protested. "Awagorn, Legolath ith being a big ole meanie head." He picked up his axe and sulked as Aragorn ignored him.
"Maybe Sam should go first." Frodo suggested meakly, painfully aware of Legolas and Aragorns strong grip.
"Noooo, Mr Frodo." Sam piped up, hiding the extra cards from the poker game in his sleeve. "I think Aragorn should go first, seeing as he is king and all." Frodo whimpered.
"Good idea, Samwise Gamgee!" He said, sitting up straight in an attempt to look royal and majestic.
"Your fly's undone." Pippin pointed out. Aragorn blushed and quickly fastened it up. Merry turned to Pippin.
"Since when have we had zips?" He asked, throwing his arm round Pippins shoulders. The younger hobbit shrugged.
"When's afternoon tea?"
"lets just play this game first." Aragorn said, realizing nothing was going to happen if the hobbits got their way. Grumbling slightly about empty stomachs, Pippin and Merry settled on the floor next to each other. "Right, me first." He leant forward, then a little more as Frodo tried to sink into the floor. Grabbing Frodos shoulder, he spun him, hard. Frodo screamed as he whirled round on the surprisingly slippy tiled floor. When he had stopped spinning, and was staring dreamily at the little gold rings floating round his head, Aragorn checked who he was to kiss. Which was easier said than done.
Frodo had become uncurled in the mad spin, and was laying starfished out on the floor. His right leg was pointing to Merry, his left to Sam, right arm to Legolas and left to Gimli. His head was towards Aragorn.
"Well..." Started Aragorn.
"Yes." Agreed Legolas.
"Thpin him again." Said Gimli, still clutching his axe. "And kith whoever hith head landth on." Aragorn shrugged and reached forward. Frodo, however, had realised what was about to happen, and screamed (orgasmically) again, scrambling backwards till he landed in Sam's lap (recommend it, wish you were here).
"Hello Mr Frodo." Sam said cheerfully.
"Oh Sam." He whimpered and clung to the other hobbit.
"Well, what are we going to spin now?" Legolas asked, as Aragorn sat down again, grumbling.
"I was gonna say use this." Frodo piped up, holding up the little bottle Galadriel had given him. It shone faintly. Very faintly. "Wait a minute." Frodo peered at the bottle. "Wheres it all gone?" All eyes turned to Sam, who blushed.
"Well, you must admit the garden is glowing this summer..." Frodo just gaped at him.
"You watered the garden with it?" Merry asked, grinning. Pippin giggled.
"Well, I watered it down, so it wouldnt run out..." Sam trailed off as Frodo continued to gape at him. "Sorry, Mr Frodo."
Aragorn, feeling that he needed to take control of the situation, coughed loudly. Legolas slapped his back hard.
"Im not choking you idiot." He snapped, then turned back to the hobbits. "Good idea Frodo, now, put the bottle in the middle." Frodo continued to gape. "Frodo!" Pippin waved his hand in front of Frodo's face.
"You... watered... the garden.... with it?" He managed to stutter. Sam blushed again.
"Frodo!" Frodo jumped and dropped the bottle. It slid into the middle of the room, and Legolas heard Aragorn sigh 'finally' under his breath.
He leant forward and spun it. It spun around, and round and round and round and round.... "Im getting dizzy." Complained Pippin... and stopped on....
Legolas.