Legolas and Aragorn regarded each other.
"I guess it could be worse." Aragorn said.
"I guess..." Legolas didn't sound convinced.
"We may as well just get it over with." Aragorn blushed slightly and stared at his feet.
"Okay." Legolas agreed and leant forward.
"We dont want to make a big deal of it, i mean." Aragorn said, shuffling back a bit. Legolas sighed.
"Okay!" And he leant forward again.
"We're just good friends, arent we." Aragorn was leaning back in his seat.
"Aragorn!" Legolas snapped, leaning forward. Aragorn leant further back in his seat till he was practically lying down and couldnt get down any further. Legolas had to nearly crawl over him, then leant down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Then he sat back down and waited for Aragorn to follow suit.
"You call that a kiss?" Merry called out, smirking. Legolas glared at him. Aragorn sat back up and tried to stop blushing.
"Your turn Lego." The hobbits sniggered.
"Dont call me Lego." Legolas hissed at the King of Gondor, then reached towards the bottle.
"Okay Leggy..." The rest of the Fellowship saw the elf visibly tense, Merry and Pippin were quickly betting on whether he'd reach for his dagger, "um, Legolas." Aragorn finished lamely. Shuddering slightly, Legolas reached for the bottle.
And spun...
Pippin.
Aragorn smirked. Pippin grinned. Legolas groaned. "Go on Lego..." The elf's hand made its way around Aragorn's throat, "Las." Legolas sighed and knelt in the middle of the room. Pippin stood up and grinned, rubbing his hands together.
"I'm warning you now halfling, if they go anywhere near me..." Pippin just smiled innocently. Then he moved forward, with his hands behind his back. Legolas squeezed his eyes shut and pouted. Then yelped as Pippin grabbed his head and kissed him frantically. He grabbed Pippin's sides and tried to shove him away, but Pippin just tightened his grip in Legolas' long, blonde, silky.... sorry bout that, hair. Realising he couldn't get the frisky hobbit off him, Legolas waited till Pippin had to breathe, then managed to twist out of his embrace. He quickly sat back in his seat, and tried to avoid Aragorn's smirk.
"You do yoga, don't you?" Legolas didn't look up. "Lego?" The elf blushed. "Lego? Legoland? Leggy? Leg..." An Elven arm lashed out. Aragorn landed unceremoniously on his bottom.
"Don't push it." He growled.
Pippin just grinned, and leant for the bottle. He spun it. And it landed on Sam.
"Samwise!" Pippin reached forward and grabbed Sam's hand, pulling him forward, away from Frodo's grasp.
"Mr frodo..." Sam managed to gasp before Pippins arms slid round his neck and he was being kissed by the younger hobbit. Merry was laughing behind Pippin, Frodo just gaped (he does that a lot, I've noticed), Legolas stared at them and Aragorn stared at Legolas. Gimli was sharpening his axe in the corner. Gandalf was still smoking weed.
"Well, thats an eye-opener and no mistake." Sam managed to gasp when Pippin let go. Pippin giggled.
"Your turn Sam." Legolas pointed out, fiddling idly with the end of his belt, not noticing Aragorn's fixed gazed. Sam blushed again and reached forward, spinning it.
It landed on...
"I guess it could be worse." Aragorn said.
"I guess..." Legolas didn't sound convinced.
"We may as well just get it over with." Aragorn blushed slightly and stared at his feet.
"Okay." Legolas agreed and leant forward.
"We dont want to make a big deal of it, i mean." Aragorn said, shuffling back a bit. Legolas sighed.
"Okay!" And he leant forward again.
"We're just good friends, arent we." Aragorn was leaning back in his seat.
"Aragorn!" Legolas snapped, leaning forward. Aragorn leant further back in his seat till he was practically lying down and couldnt get down any further. Legolas had to nearly crawl over him, then leant down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Then he sat back down and waited for Aragorn to follow suit.
"You call that a kiss?" Merry called out, smirking. Legolas glared at him. Aragorn sat back up and tried to stop blushing.
"Your turn Lego." The hobbits sniggered.
"Dont call me Lego." Legolas hissed at the King of Gondor, then reached towards the bottle.
"Okay Leggy..." The rest of the Fellowship saw the elf visibly tense, Merry and Pippin were quickly betting on whether he'd reach for his dagger, "um, Legolas." Aragorn finished lamely. Shuddering slightly, Legolas reached for the bottle.
And spun...
Pippin.
Aragorn smirked. Pippin grinned. Legolas groaned. "Go on Lego..." The elf's hand made its way around Aragorn's throat, "Las." Legolas sighed and knelt in the middle of the room. Pippin stood up and grinned, rubbing his hands together.
"I'm warning you now halfling, if they go anywhere near me..." Pippin just smiled innocently. Then he moved forward, with his hands behind his back. Legolas squeezed his eyes shut and pouted. Then yelped as Pippin grabbed his head and kissed him frantically. He grabbed Pippin's sides and tried to shove him away, but Pippin just tightened his grip in Legolas' long, blonde, silky.... sorry bout that, hair. Realising he couldn't get the frisky hobbit off him, Legolas waited till Pippin had to breathe, then managed to twist out of his embrace. He quickly sat back in his seat, and tried to avoid Aragorn's smirk.
"You do yoga, don't you?" Legolas didn't look up. "Lego?" The elf blushed. "Lego? Legoland? Leggy? Leg..." An Elven arm lashed out. Aragorn landed unceremoniously on his bottom.
"Don't push it." He growled.
Pippin just grinned, and leant for the bottle. He spun it. And it landed on Sam.
"Samwise!" Pippin reached forward and grabbed Sam's hand, pulling him forward, away from Frodo's grasp.
"Mr frodo..." Sam managed to gasp before Pippins arms slid round his neck and he was being kissed by the younger hobbit. Merry was laughing behind Pippin, Frodo just gaped (he does that a lot, I've noticed), Legolas stared at them and Aragorn stared at Legolas. Gimli was sharpening his axe in the corner. Gandalf was still smoking weed.
"Well, thats an eye-opener and no mistake." Sam managed to gasp when Pippin let go. Pippin giggled.
"Your turn Sam." Legolas pointed out, fiddling idly with the end of his belt, not noticing Aragorn's fixed gazed. Sam blushed again and reached forward, spinning it.
It landed on...