Yes yes, this is just a short slashy moment I felt like writing, cos
people, mentioning no names *cough*LAURA*cough*, keep bugging me to write
Billy/Dominic, and Sam/Orli…. Are ya happy now? Huh? Are ya?
Oh, you are? Oh good…. Well maybe you could write more Elrond stories then… to feed my disturbing obsession…
Am I the only one who finds Elrond and Agent Smith sexy?
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The fellowship set off at first light, eager to get the strange occurrence behind them. Aragorn and Legolas made sure to travel as far apart as possible. Not easy, considering the others kept moving to make sure they walked next to each other. Billy and Dominic walked behind them, smirking as the man and elf tried in vain to stay away from each other.
Sam walked next to Orlando, carrying on the conversation that had been interrupted the night before. Orlando's hand rested on the hobbits shoulder, as he listened intently, occasionally saying something back. Elijah and Frodo followed, glaring at the man and hobbit in front of them. Following them, whispering and giggling were Merry, Pippin and Sean.
Dominic looked over at his friend and smirked. Billy was getting tired, and hot, from the fast pace and midday sun, and trickles of sweat dripped down his forehead. Billy felt someone watching him and turned his head, his eyes meeting Dominic's searing gaze. He swallowed nervously at the unfamiliar look in his friend's eyes, and tried to concentrate on the path ahead of him. Dominic moved closer and ran his hand down Billy's back, pushing him forward.
"Come on Billy, not much further..." He murmured, his hand stopping a little too low for comfort. Billy groaned quietly to himself and tried to ignore the heat of Dominic's hand pressed against the small of his back. He looked up, and saw Legolas and Aragorn stop and look around. The ranger was pretty much in the same state as Billy, and even Legolas looked flustered.
"We shall rest here for a while." Aragorn called out and got a mixed response of groans and cheers from the hobbits. Billy slumped in the shadow of a nearby tree, pulling his water bottle from his pack and quickly swallowing several mouthfuls of water. Dominic sat next to him, undoing his shirt. Billy watched him, a little shocked, his eyes lingering on Dominic's chest as more skin was exposed. Dominic smiled.
"Something wrong Billy?"
Sam nudged Orlando and nodded at the two Things sat under the shade of a tree. Orlando grinned.
"Always knew they liked each other."
"Like you and Mr. Elijah?" Sam asked, letting his pack fall to the floor. Orlando sighed.
"Its not Mr. Elijah, its just Elijah. And yeah, kinda." He sat next to the hobbit and looked around for his lover. He smiled when he saw him and Frodo chatting away a little further away. Sam followed his gaze, and smiled as well.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" He said dreamily, resting his head on his hands. Orlando sighed happily.
"Yeah..."
Aragorn glanced over at Legolas and wondered whether it would do any good to sit somewhere else. The way the sun was shining on him, making his hair appear golden and... Aragorn groaned, rubbing his eyes roughly. He was *not* attracted to Legolas. He couldn't be...
"Aragorn?" The ranger felt the urge to scream, but managed to hold it in and look up. Legolas shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe we should talk..."
Sam looked up at the Thing sat next to him. Orlando was sprawled out, leaning back against a large rock, his shirt undone and hanging open. He had his eyes closed, and as Sam watched, flicked his tongue out to lick his lips. The hobbit gulped and turned away quickly. It wasn't proper, watching him like that. But, he reasoned, it wasn't proper for a hobbit to have an adventure. Two adventures at that.
Taking a deep breath, he glanced round to see Orlando watching him, lust smoldering in his chocolate-brown eyes. Sam gulped again, and glanced round. No one seemed to be watching them; Aragorn and Legolas were talking, sat close together. Billy and Dominic looked as though they were about to ravage each other, Merry, Pippin and Sean could be heard a little way off in-between the trees, and Merry could be heard vaguely, saying something like 'that's a nice one Sean...'. Frodo and Elijah were talking animatedly. Sam's gaze lingered on the older hobbits face for a second, then glanced back round. Only to gasp in shock, at Orlando's sudden closeness.
"M...Mr. Orlando?" The Thing smiled, and reached up to gently touch the hobbits cheek.
"Sam, call me Orli." He murmured huskily, letting his hand tangle in the curly hair, as he brought the young hobbit closer.
Frodo laughed lightly at Elijah's joke, and was just about to respond with another, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. His gasped as the look of limitless fear reappeared on his face. Elijah frowned and followed his gaze.
"Flungin!" Frodo yelped, leaping up and backing away slightly.
Oh, you are? Oh good…. Well maybe you could write more Elrond stories then… to feed my disturbing obsession…
Am I the only one who finds Elrond and Agent Smith sexy?
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The fellowship set off at first light, eager to get the strange occurrence behind them. Aragorn and Legolas made sure to travel as far apart as possible. Not easy, considering the others kept moving to make sure they walked next to each other. Billy and Dominic walked behind them, smirking as the man and elf tried in vain to stay away from each other.
Sam walked next to Orlando, carrying on the conversation that had been interrupted the night before. Orlando's hand rested on the hobbits shoulder, as he listened intently, occasionally saying something back. Elijah and Frodo followed, glaring at the man and hobbit in front of them. Following them, whispering and giggling were Merry, Pippin and Sean.
Dominic looked over at his friend and smirked. Billy was getting tired, and hot, from the fast pace and midday sun, and trickles of sweat dripped down his forehead. Billy felt someone watching him and turned his head, his eyes meeting Dominic's searing gaze. He swallowed nervously at the unfamiliar look in his friend's eyes, and tried to concentrate on the path ahead of him. Dominic moved closer and ran his hand down Billy's back, pushing him forward.
"Come on Billy, not much further..." He murmured, his hand stopping a little too low for comfort. Billy groaned quietly to himself and tried to ignore the heat of Dominic's hand pressed against the small of his back. He looked up, and saw Legolas and Aragorn stop and look around. The ranger was pretty much in the same state as Billy, and even Legolas looked flustered.
"We shall rest here for a while." Aragorn called out and got a mixed response of groans and cheers from the hobbits. Billy slumped in the shadow of a nearby tree, pulling his water bottle from his pack and quickly swallowing several mouthfuls of water. Dominic sat next to him, undoing his shirt. Billy watched him, a little shocked, his eyes lingering on Dominic's chest as more skin was exposed. Dominic smiled.
"Something wrong Billy?"
Sam nudged Orlando and nodded at the two Things sat under the shade of a tree. Orlando grinned.
"Always knew they liked each other."
"Like you and Mr. Elijah?" Sam asked, letting his pack fall to the floor. Orlando sighed.
"Its not Mr. Elijah, its just Elijah. And yeah, kinda." He sat next to the hobbit and looked around for his lover. He smiled when he saw him and Frodo chatting away a little further away. Sam followed his gaze, and smiled as well.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" He said dreamily, resting his head on his hands. Orlando sighed happily.
"Yeah..."
Aragorn glanced over at Legolas and wondered whether it would do any good to sit somewhere else. The way the sun was shining on him, making his hair appear golden and... Aragorn groaned, rubbing his eyes roughly. He was *not* attracted to Legolas. He couldn't be...
"Aragorn?" The ranger felt the urge to scream, but managed to hold it in and look up. Legolas shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe we should talk..."
Sam looked up at the Thing sat next to him. Orlando was sprawled out, leaning back against a large rock, his shirt undone and hanging open. He had his eyes closed, and as Sam watched, flicked his tongue out to lick his lips. The hobbit gulped and turned away quickly. It wasn't proper, watching him like that. But, he reasoned, it wasn't proper for a hobbit to have an adventure. Two adventures at that.
Taking a deep breath, he glanced round to see Orlando watching him, lust smoldering in his chocolate-brown eyes. Sam gulped again, and glanced round. No one seemed to be watching them; Aragorn and Legolas were talking, sat close together. Billy and Dominic looked as though they were about to ravage each other, Merry, Pippin and Sean could be heard a little way off in-between the trees, and Merry could be heard vaguely, saying something like 'that's a nice one Sean...'. Frodo and Elijah were talking animatedly. Sam's gaze lingered on the older hobbits face for a second, then glanced back round. Only to gasp in shock, at Orlando's sudden closeness.
"M...Mr. Orlando?" The Thing smiled, and reached up to gently touch the hobbits cheek.
"Sam, call me Orli." He murmured huskily, letting his hand tangle in the curly hair, as he brought the young hobbit closer.
Frodo laughed lightly at Elijah's joke, and was just about to respond with another, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. His gasped as the look of limitless fear reappeared on his face. Elijah frowned and followed his gaze.
"Flungin!" Frodo yelped, leaping up and backing away slightly.