Sorry this took so long. Appalling lack of inspiration. Oh well. Nearly
finished tho!
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It landed on Aragorn.
Pippin made a disgusted face.
"I have to kiss the old guy?" Merry laughed, and Legolas barely managed to stifle his giggles. Frodo and Sam were too busy gazing lovingly into each other eyes. Gimli giggled.
"Hey, Im not that old." Aragorn protested. "Im younger than Fro..." He thought about it for a second. "Bilbo." Legolas raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Practically."
"Face it Strider. You're old." Merry said, and Pippin nodded enthusiastically. Legolas noticed Aragorn's hands clench into fists, and knew he was close to throwing the hobbits off the nearest cliff.
"Well, it could be worse... it could be Gandalf." Gandalf looked up, frowned, then raised his staff. Legolas yelped as he was thrown backwards and held against the wall.
"Gandalf, let Legolas down." Aragorn sighed, and Legolas was slowly lowered to the floor. He shuddered slightly.
"Please Pip, just kiss him." He said, warily watching Gandalf. The old Istari grinned and winked mischievously before resuming smoking his pipe.
"I don't want to!" Pippin snapped, folding his arms and pouting sulkily. Aragorn gritted his teeth, and stood up.
"Come here Peregrin." He practically snarled, before leaping forward. Pippin yelped and scrambled to his feet, running behind Merry. Aragorn chased him round, and Pippin darted behind Gandalf's chair. Aragorn skidded to a halt in front of the wizard. "Gandalf..." He started, but Gandalf just grunted and clicked his fingers. Pippin yelped as he was thrown against the wall. "Thankyou." Aragorn stepped round Gandalf's chair and walked over to Pippin, who was squirming against the wall in an attempt to get free of the wizards spell. Aragorn rolled his eyes and leant forward, holding the young hobbits head still with one hand, and pressed his lips to Pippins. The hobbit jumped, then went limp against the wall, waiting until Aragorn had pulled away, and turned around.
"Ew." He shuddered. "You desperately need a date with a razor Aragorn." Legolas laughed lightly, as Aragorn sat back next to him, grumbling. Merry slapped Pippin on his back as Gandalf let him sit back down.
"Never mind Pip." He smiled, but Pippin merely brought his legs up and wrapped his arms round his knees, pouting slightly.
"Your turn Aragorn." Frodo, who by now had returned to middle-earth from gazing lovingly into Sam's eyes, piped up. The ranger grumbled something about halflings, and Legolas was fairly sure he heard the words stupid and tasteless in their somewhere, then leant forward and spun the bottle.
It landed on Sam.
Sam blushed and disentangled himself from Frodo's clinging embrace. Aragorn sighed and knelt in the middle, waiting as Sam tried to stop Frodo hanging onto his ankle. Finally pulling the smaller hobbit from his leg, Sam stepped into the middle, still blushing.
"Don't worry Sam." Aragorn said lightly, pulling the young hobbit closer. Sam hesitantly let his hands rest on the ranger's shoulders, and he closed his eyes and leant forward. Aragorn caught his lips in a gentle kiss.
Sam leant into Aragorn's arms, as the ranger's hands gently stroked his back.
Sam was suddenly yanked away and back into Frodo's embrace, leaving Aragorn still pouting in the middle. Realising how silly he looked, he quickly shuffled back to his seat. Sam was being given a very thorough kiss from Frodo, who had decided that Aragorn had looked like he was enjoying *his* gardener a little too much. When they finally pulled away by their rather pressing need for air, Sam leant forward and spun the bottle.
It landed on Legolas.
Frodo looked worried. Legolas was a contender for the most beautiful member of the fellowship title, and Sam did have a thing for elves. He bit his lip, as Legolas moved forward, knelt gracefully on one knee in front of Sam and kissed him soundly on the lips. Sam kind of squeaked, then kissed him back, his hands tangling in the long blonde (v nice) hair. Frodo frowned and did the best glare at the blonde elf (with the very nice hair). They finally pulled away, and Legolas smiled gently at the young hobbit, before disentangling Sam's fingers from his (v nice) hair and moving back to his seat.
Aragorn was smiling at him. Legolas found this quite disconcerting, and tried to ignore him, as he leant forward to spin the bottle.
It landed on…
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It landed on Aragorn.
Pippin made a disgusted face.
"I have to kiss the old guy?" Merry laughed, and Legolas barely managed to stifle his giggles. Frodo and Sam were too busy gazing lovingly into each other eyes. Gimli giggled.
"Hey, Im not that old." Aragorn protested. "Im younger than Fro..." He thought about it for a second. "Bilbo." Legolas raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Practically."
"Face it Strider. You're old." Merry said, and Pippin nodded enthusiastically. Legolas noticed Aragorn's hands clench into fists, and knew he was close to throwing the hobbits off the nearest cliff.
"Well, it could be worse... it could be Gandalf." Gandalf looked up, frowned, then raised his staff. Legolas yelped as he was thrown backwards and held against the wall.
"Gandalf, let Legolas down." Aragorn sighed, and Legolas was slowly lowered to the floor. He shuddered slightly.
"Please Pip, just kiss him." He said, warily watching Gandalf. The old Istari grinned and winked mischievously before resuming smoking his pipe.
"I don't want to!" Pippin snapped, folding his arms and pouting sulkily. Aragorn gritted his teeth, and stood up.
"Come here Peregrin." He practically snarled, before leaping forward. Pippin yelped and scrambled to his feet, running behind Merry. Aragorn chased him round, and Pippin darted behind Gandalf's chair. Aragorn skidded to a halt in front of the wizard. "Gandalf..." He started, but Gandalf just grunted and clicked his fingers. Pippin yelped as he was thrown against the wall. "Thankyou." Aragorn stepped round Gandalf's chair and walked over to Pippin, who was squirming against the wall in an attempt to get free of the wizards spell. Aragorn rolled his eyes and leant forward, holding the young hobbits head still with one hand, and pressed his lips to Pippins. The hobbit jumped, then went limp against the wall, waiting until Aragorn had pulled away, and turned around.
"Ew." He shuddered. "You desperately need a date with a razor Aragorn." Legolas laughed lightly, as Aragorn sat back next to him, grumbling. Merry slapped Pippin on his back as Gandalf let him sit back down.
"Never mind Pip." He smiled, but Pippin merely brought his legs up and wrapped his arms round his knees, pouting slightly.
"Your turn Aragorn." Frodo, who by now had returned to middle-earth from gazing lovingly into Sam's eyes, piped up. The ranger grumbled something about halflings, and Legolas was fairly sure he heard the words stupid and tasteless in their somewhere, then leant forward and spun the bottle.
It landed on Sam.
Sam blushed and disentangled himself from Frodo's clinging embrace. Aragorn sighed and knelt in the middle, waiting as Sam tried to stop Frodo hanging onto his ankle. Finally pulling the smaller hobbit from his leg, Sam stepped into the middle, still blushing.
"Don't worry Sam." Aragorn said lightly, pulling the young hobbit closer. Sam hesitantly let his hands rest on the ranger's shoulders, and he closed his eyes and leant forward. Aragorn caught his lips in a gentle kiss.
Sam leant into Aragorn's arms, as the ranger's hands gently stroked his back.
Sam was suddenly yanked away and back into Frodo's embrace, leaving Aragorn still pouting in the middle. Realising how silly he looked, he quickly shuffled back to his seat. Sam was being given a very thorough kiss from Frodo, who had decided that Aragorn had looked like he was enjoying *his* gardener a little too much. When they finally pulled away by their rather pressing need for air, Sam leant forward and spun the bottle.
It landed on Legolas.
Frodo looked worried. Legolas was a contender for the most beautiful member of the fellowship title, and Sam did have a thing for elves. He bit his lip, as Legolas moved forward, knelt gracefully on one knee in front of Sam and kissed him soundly on the lips. Sam kind of squeaked, then kissed him back, his hands tangling in the long blonde (v nice) hair. Frodo frowned and did the best glare at the blonde elf (with the very nice hair). They finally pulled away, and Legolas smiled gently at the young hobbit, before disentangling Sam's fingers from his (v nice) hair and moving back to his seat.
Aragorn was smiling at him. Legolas found this quite disconcerting, and tried to ignore him, as he leant forward to spin the bottle.
It landed on…