Frodo. Well, that is to say, it landed on Sam, but seeing as Frodo was
sitting in his lap, and he couldn't kiss himself, the unanimous unspoken
decision was that he was to kiss Frodo, and to save any uncalled for
lengthy explanations to things that don't need explaining.
"Mr Frodo?" Sam asked timidly, seeing Frodo smile reassuringly.
"Its okay Sam." He leant up and let his hand tangle in Sam's soft, curly hair, the other clutching Sams waist. Sam's breath caught in his throat, as Frodo closed his eyes and tilted his head upwards slightly. The light from the nearby window spilled across the younger hobbits face, and Sam wanted nothing more at that moment than to be that light; to drown the object of his affections utterly and completely in his love.
Gimli sniffed and wiped a tear from his eye. "That wath tho beautiful..." He sobbed.
Sam slid his hand round Frodo's head, to pull him closer, and pressed their lips together for a chaste kiss. Frodo had other ideas, and tightened his grip in Sam's hair, deepening the kiss, and let himself give in completely.
Legolas sighed, "Its so romantic."
They broke away from each other, gasping for air, but immediately wanting to go back, wanting more of each other. Their eyes met, and Sam felt himself getting lost in the deep pools of blue.
"Oh Sam." Frodo sighed and let himself lean against his love, feeling Sam hold him close, and smiled happily.
Merry and Pippin were pretending to be sick, until Legolas reached over and smacked them.
"Its romantic, you uncultured fools." He snapped, then turned to the loved- up hobbits. "Your turn Frodo." Frodo sighed and pulled away from Sam, leant forward and spun the bottle.
It landed on Merry.
Merry frowned and folded his arms.
"Not gonna do it." He said, looking round the fellowship. Frodo sighed.
"We may as well just do it Merry." He said, trying to ignore the heartbreaking look on Sam's face. Merry just frowned more.
"Get on with it Merry." Pippin piped up next to him.
"No! I don't kiss men!" Merry snapped, glaring at the youngest hobbit. Pippin bit his lip, and glanced down. "Ah... Sorry Pippin, I dont kiss other men." Pippin grinned and shuffled closer to Merry. Legolas and Frodo exchanged glances.
"Please Merry, just do it." Legolas tried again. Merry sighed.
"Okay, but just a little one." He said, then closed his eyes and waited. Frodo disentangled himself from Sam and shuffled towards Merry, falling over twice on the way. Finally he reached Merry, and leant forward. And fell over, right onto the other hobbit. They landed in a heap, Frodo lying on Merry's chest. Frodo shook his head, gazed.
"You may as well kiss him now, Frodo." Legolas called out, then glanced at Aragorn. He did a comical double-take when he saw the look on Aragorn's face. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to focus on Frodo and Merry.
Frodo shrugged and leant down, pushing his lips against Merry's, then pulled away. Merry stared up at him. Frodo stared back for a split second, before launching into a full on kiss, his hands holding Merry to him. Sam whimpered, and Frodo pulled away.
"Oh Sam." He sighed and wandered back to the other hobbit, sliding back into his arms and kissing him on the nose. Merry sat up and straightened his waistcoat.
"Yes... well. My turn, I believe."
Legolas slid across the floor away from Aragorn.
Merry spun the bottle.
Aragorn shuffled his chair along to sit next to Legolas.
It landed on Pippin.
"Woohoo!" Pippin yelped, grabbing Merry and kissing him hard, letting Merry's hands slip round his waist.
Legolas stood up and moved over to sit next to Gimli. The dwarf looked up in surprise.
"Legolath?"
"Hey Gimli." Legolas said quickly, making sure Aragorn wasn't following him.
"Wanna play with my axthe?" Gimli offered, innocently. Legolas stared at him, then backed away slowly. "Legolath? Whatth wong? Don't you wanna play with my axthe?" Legolas shook his head, then jumped as he backed into Gandalfs chair. Gandalf promptly hit him on the head with his staff.
"Fool of an Elf." He muttered.
Merry and Pippin were lying on the floor, still kissing. Sam and Frodo were gazing into each others eyes lovingly. Aragorn was watching Legolas be assaulted by Gandalf. Gimli was sharpening his axe.
Finally, Merry and Pippin pulled away, gasping for breath. Legolas sat back next to Aragorn, grumbling and rubbing the top of his head. Aragorn winked at him.
"Want me to kiss that better?" He murmured, huskily. Legolas glared at him.
"Shut up Aragorn." Pippin was fastening the buttons on his waistcoat again, when they realised that Merry and Pippin had finished. "Go on then Pippin" Legolas called out, anxious to get on with the game. Pippin leant forward and spun the bottle quickly.
It landed on…
"Mr Frodo?" Sam asked timidly, seeing Frodo smile reassuringly.
"Its okay Sam." He leant up and let his hand tangle in Sam's soft, curly hair, the other clutching Sams waist. Sam's breath caught in his throat, as Frodo closed his eyes and tilted his head upwards slightly. The light from the nearby window spilled across the younger hobbits face, and Sam wanted nothing more at that moment than to be that light; to drown the object of his affections utterly and completely in his love.
Gimli sniffed and wiped a tear from his eye. "That wath tho beautiful..." He sobbed.
Sam slid his hand round Frodo's head, to pull him closer, and pressed their lips together for a chaste kiss. Frodo had other ideas, and tightened his grip in Sam's hair, deepening the kiss, and let himself give in completely.
Legolas sighed, "Its so romantic."
They broke away from each other, gasping for air, but immediately wanting to go back, wanting more of each other. Their eyes met, and Sam felt himself getting lost in the deep pools of blue.
"Oh Sam." Frodo sighed and let himself lean against his love, feeling Sam hold him close, and smiled happily.
Merry and Pippin were pretending to be sick, until Legolas reached over and smacked them.
"Its romantic, you uncultured fools." He snapped, then turned to the loved- up hobbits. "Your turn Frodo." Frodo sighed and pulled away from Sam, leant forward and spun the bottle.
It landed on Merry.
Merry frowned and folded his arms.
"Not gonna do it." He said, looking round the fellowship. Frodo sighed.
"We may as well just do it Merry." He said, trying to ignore the heartbreaking look on Sam's face. Merry just frowned more.
"Get on with it Merry." Pippin piped up next to him.
"No! I don't kiss men!" Merry snapped, glaring at the youngest hobbit. Pippin bit his lip, and glanced down. "Ah... Sorry Pippin, I dont kiss other men." Pippin grinned and shuffled closer to Merry. Legolas and Frodo exchanged glances.
"Please Merry, just do it." Legolas tried again. Merry sighed.
"Okay, but just a little one." He said, then closed his eyes and waited. Frodo disentangled himself from Sam and shuffled towards Merry, falling over twice on the way. Finally he reached Merry, and leant forward. And fell over, right onto the other hobbit. They landed in a heap, Frodo lying on Merry's chest. Frodo shook his head, gazed.
"You may as well kiss him now, Frodo." Legolas called out, then glanced at Aragorn. He did a comical double-take when he saw the look on Aragorn's face. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to focus on Frodo and Merry.
Frodo shrugged and leant down, pushing his lips against Merry's, then pulled away. Merry stared up at him. Frodo stared back for a split second, before launching into a full on kiss, his hands holding Merry to him. Sam whimpered, and Frodo pulled away.
"Oh Sam." He sighed and wandered back to the other hobbit, sliding back into his arms and kissing him on the nose. Merry sat up and straightened his waistcoat.
"Yes... well. My turn, I believe."
Legolas slid across the floor away from Aragorn.
Merry spun the bottle.
Aragorn shuffled his chair along to sit next to Legolas.
It landed on Pippin.
"Woohoo!" Pippin yelped, grabbing Merry and kissing him hard, letting Merry's hands slip round his waist.
Legolas stood up and moved over to sit next to Gimli. The dwarf looked up in surprise.
"Legolath?"
"Hey Gimli." Legolas said quickly, making sure Aragorn wasn't following him.
"Wanna play with my axthe?" Gimli offered, innocently. Legolas stared at him, then backed away slowly. "Legolath? Whatth wong? Don't you wanna play with my axthe?" Legolas shook his head, then jumped as he backed into Gandalfs chair. Gandalf promptly hit him on the head with his staff.
"Fool of an Elf." He muttered.
Merry and Pippin were lying on the floor, still kissing. Sam and Frodo were gazing into each others eyes lovingly. Aragorn was watching Legolas be assaulted by Gandalf. Gimli was sharpening his axe.
Finally, Merry and Pippin pulled away, gasping for breath. Legolas sat back next to Aragorn, grumbling and rubbing the top of his head. Aragorn winked at him.
"Want me to kiss that better?" He murmured, huskily. Legolas glared at him.
"Shut up Aragorn." Pippin was fastening the buttons on his waistcoat again, when they realised that Merry and Pippin had finished. "Go on then Pippin" Legolas called out, anxious to get on with the game. Pippin leant forward and spun the bottle quickly.
It landed on…