Thanks for those encouraging reviews – I take it you had a nice time
imagining vividly what other *vigorous* torture Legolas put Aragorn
through, alright?
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The Next Morning
'Farewell for now, mellon-nin,' the golden-haired elf finished tightening his silver belt and flicked his hair deftly over his shoulder before bending over the sleeping figure of the dark-haired man and whispering softly. Then, the fair elf cast a glance through the curtained windows and seeing the first lights of dawn, he left hastily.
Legolas now slipped out of the king's chambers un-noticed, he slid elegantly off the window sill, and landed agilely on his feet on the grass patch below. In his face was a smug smirk, one of the few evidences that he was pleased with what he had got the night before.
Legolas had finally got a chance to corner the king and get what he wanted. His plan had succeeded and at least the man knew how he felt about him. They had spent an entire night engaging spontaneously in activities so creative and alarmingly violent that some blood was still staining the sheets.
*I could teach Gimli a thing or two* Legolas gave a slight smile at the thought of what he and Aragorn had done that could be taught to the dwarf without causing mental distress to the dwarf.
*It's truly amazing how much a knife, a blindfold and I can achieve* Legolas laughed inwardly as he rounded the bend only to be met with such an unforgettable sight.
Sam – yes, Sam the hobbit – the one whom got all emotional over the darn pony – yes, that Sam, was now disturbingly half-dressed (if the remaining pieces of stripped cloth over his nether regions, just enough to keep his nether regions from catching a damned cold, could be counted as half a piece of clothing) and was currently streaking across the open field.
'Valar – what the hell is he doing?' Legolas mouthed like a goldfish out of water as he looked, dumbstruck and horrified, at the disturbing sight.
Now, what was so disturbing? Simple. Firstly, what was Sam doing so early in the morning – it was barely six? Next, was it really Sam under the many layers of – oh god – excesses? No wonder he could be Frodo's protector, Sam certainly was thick in girth enough to block anyone. Thirdly, was Sam out of his mind to run around half naked?
Long after Sam had disappeared behind some pavilions, Legolas jerked out of his stupor and stopped staring stupidly.
*I'm just having a nightmare, that's all* Legolas fervently muttered, quite horrified by the sight. He had never been so appalled before. Why, Aragorn was far much better in terms of looks and muscular physique, and Legolas dare suspect, far better endowed nether regions compared to Sam.
'LEGOLAS!' Legolas nearly jumped but maintain his cool manner of speech and deed as he surveyed an even more disastrous sight in front of him in alarm and horror.
Frodo looked terrible. Straight to the point, the mass of dark hair was all messy and covered with grass and twigs, like some battle survivor. The famous blue eyes all female hobbits liked back in the Shire were now all blood-shot and filled with curiosity and terror.
The halfling was curled up in a makeshift nest filled with leaves.
'Frodo, what has happened?' Legolas managed to ask.
'Sam – sexual harassment – forceful – kissing – stinks – chase,' were the only audible words as Legolas struggled to form a logical story based on the helping words.
When he managed to form a logical story, Legolas had to steady himself with a nearby wall as his own appalled and horrified eyes met the halfling's.
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2 hrs later
'Was I having a dream?' Aragorn muttered aloud to himself as he groggily walked down the deserted corridors of the North wing. He had awoken nearly an hour ago thanks to a certain mad hobbit who had been shouting below his window at an ungodly hour.
After poking his head out of the window and shouting something vulgarly explicit – something that involved shoving a part of someone's lower anatomy into the mouth – the young king had decided to ban hobbits from within a hundred feet of him.
And Aragorn had been even more amazed and alarmed to realise that the hobbit had been his own prestigious guest by the name of Sam Gamgee also known to the king privately as "Sam the Gay".
'I am living in a world of mad dreams indeed,' Aragorn decided as he struggled to remember if the feeling of a slim, hot, elvish body above him and the hardness of the previous night were indeed true.
He now decided to go to the guest wing to check on his guests especially to seek out the questionable elf to interrogate.
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15 mins later
Was it just his mind or eyes or was the broom cupboard really shaking violently? Aragorn had never been more dumbfounded in his life faced with a shaking broom cupboard less than six feet away.
'Valar, this is absolute madness!' Aragorn exclaimed.
As he neared the cupboard, his fingers closed about the hilt of Anduril and he drew it out cautiously, going to kill anything that stepped out from the cupboard. As he stopped right outside the cupboard and pressed his right ear against a small creak in the door, he stopped right still.
There were voices.
Familiar voices.
'Damn it Merry, this is hell of your fault. It's so bloody dark in here I can't see a thing. Tell me how we managed to f*** in this cupboard last night!'
Aragorn couldn't believe his ears. Did he just hear that Merry was in the cupboard and had been fucking someone there last night? He decided to listen on, afterall, the other person in the cupboard seemed intent to retort.
'Hello? You enjoyed it here last night?! Remember who was the one who screamed "Merry" "Merry" and "Merry" all over in our heated passion?'
This was getting gradually very obscene to Aragorn and his eyes widened.
'Brandybuck, it's all your fault we are stuck here. Somehow last night, we managed to lock ourselves in this cupboard!'
'Fool of a Took, remind me never to ever attempt bedding you again! This is the most awful experience in my life!'
Took. Fool of a Took. Pippin.
Aragorn was horrified. Was everyone in this palace as gay as him and Legolas? Besides, the idea of Merry doing *anything* spectacular to Pippin with his *that thing* was hyper-disturbing and mildly traumatizing.
He now turned his attention back into the two bickering in the cupboard as their voices had turned hysterical in panic and anger at each other.
'Pippin Took, you stand back, I'm gonna hurl myself headfirst into this door and you are going to hurl yourself next!'
The sound of shuffling inside the cupboard was intensified.
'ONE, TWO, THREE!' The cupboard wobbled violently and Aragorn backed away fearfully.
'AGAIN!' this time, the door burst opened and out popped Merry and Pippin *and* a bunch of discarded clothes.
'I will never fuck you in a cupboard again!' Pippin was grumbling as he stood up from the heap, dusting himself free of the dust in the cupboard, oblivious to the king who stood standing there watching in distaste.
'I should hope not. You had better confine your nocturnal tango activities to simply the guest rooms as I am sure the bedsheets are washed on a daily basis. Further activities in the cupboards will lead to me wishing to see you tango with an orc,'
The hobbits jumped as they looked at the barely suppressed anger on the king's face.
'Now, follow me, I would like to have a word with you two,' – a pause, then Aragorn added wisely, 'Get dressed first,'
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Yay, another chapter done!
Reviews?
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa
12:59PM
13/3/2004
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The Next Morning
'Farewell for now, mellon-nin,' the golden-haired elf finished tightening his silver belt and flicked his hair deftly over his shoulder before bending over the sleeping figure of the dark-haired man and whispering softly. Then, the fair elf cast a glance through the curtained windows and seeing the first lights of dawn, he left hastily.
Legolas now slipped out of the king's chambers un-noticed, he slid elegantly off the window sill, and landed agilely on his feet on the grass patch below. In his face was a smug smirk, one of the few evidences that he was pleased with what he had got the night before.
Legolas had finally got a chance to corner the king and get what he wanted. His plan had succeeded and at least the man knew how he felt about him. They had spent an entire night engaging spontaneously in activities so creative and alarmingly violent that some blood was still staining the sheets.
*I could teach Gimli a thing or two* Legolas gave a slight smile at the thought of what he and Aragorn had done that could be taught to the dwarf without causing mental distress to the dwarf.
*It's truly amazing how much a knife, a blindfold and I can achieve* Legolas laughed inwardly as he rounded the bend only to be met with such an unforgettable sight.
Sam – yes, Sam the hobbit – the one whom got all emotional over the darn pony – yes, that Sam, was now disturbingly half-dressed (if the remaining pieces of stripped cloth over his nether regions, just enough to keep his nether regions from catching a damned cold, could be counted as half a piece of clothing) and was currently streaking across the open field.
'Valar – what the hell is he doing?' Legolas mouthed like a goldfish out of water as he looked, dumbstruck and horrified, at the disturbing sight.
Now, what was so disturbing? Simple. Firstly, what was Sam doing so early in the morning – it was barely six? Next, was it really Sam under the many layers of – oh god – excesses? No wonder he could be Frodo's protector, Sam certainly was thick in girth enough to block anyone. Thirdly, was Sam out of his mind to run around half naked?
Long after Sam had disappeared behind some pavilions, Legolas jerked out of his stupor and stopped staring stupidly.
*I'm just having a nightmare, that's all* Legolas fervently muttered, quite horrified by the sight. He had never been so appalled before. Why, Aragorn was far much better in terms of looks and muscular physique, and Legolas dare suspect, far better endowed nether regions compared to Sam.
'LEGOLAS!' Legolas nearly jumped but maintain his cool manner of speech and deed as he surveyed an even more disastrous sight in front of him in alarm and horror.
Frodo looked terrible. Straight to the point, the mass of dark hair was all messy and covered with grass and twigs, like some battle survivor. The famous blue eyes all female hobbits liked back in the Shire were now all blood-shot and filled with curiosity and terror.
The halfling was curled up in a makeshift nest filled with leaves.
'Frodo, what has happened?' Legolas managed to ask.
'Sam – sexual harassment – forceful – kissing – stinks – chase,' were the only audible words as Legolas struggled to form a logical story based on the helping words.
When he managed to form a logical story, Legolas had to steady himself with a nearby wall as his own appalled and horrified eyes met the halfling's.
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2 hrs later
'Was I having a dream?' Aragorn muttered aloud to himself as he groggily walked down the deserted corridors of the North wing. He had awoken nearly an hour ago thanks to a certain mad hobbit who had been shouting below his window at an ungodly hour.
After poking his head out of the window and shouting something vulgarly explicit – something that involved shoving a part of someone's lower anatomy into the mouth – the young king had decided to ban hobbits from within a hundred feet of him.
And Aragorn had been even more amazed and alarmed to realise that the hobbit had been his own prestigious guest by the name of Sam Gamgee also known to the king privately as "Sam the Gay".
'I am living in a world of mad dreams indeed,' Aragorn decided as he struggled to remember if the feeling of a slim, hot, elvish body above him and the hardness of the previous night were indeed true.
He now decided to go to the guest wing to check on his guests especially to seek out the questionable elf to interrogate.
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15 mins later
Was it just his mind or eyes or was the broom cupboard really shaking violently? Aragorn had never been more dumbfounded in his life faced with a shaking broom cupboard less than six feet away.
'Valar, this is absolute madness!' Aragorn exclaimed.
As he neared the cupboard, his fingers closed about the hilt of Anduril and he drew it out cautiously, going to kill anything that stepped out from the cupboard. As he stopped right outside the cupboard and pressed his right ear against a small creak in the door, he stopped right still.
There were voices.
Familiar voices.
'Damn it Merry, this is hell of your fault. It's so bloody dark in here I can't see a thing. Tell me how we managed to f*** in this cupboard last night!'
Aragorn couldn't believe his ears. Did he just hear that Merry was in the cupboard and had been fucking someone there last night? He decided to listen on, afterall, the other person in the cupboard seemed intent to retort.
'Hello? You enjoyed it here last night?! Remember who was the one who screamed "Merry" "Merry" and "Merry" all over in our heated passion?'
This was getting gradually very obscene to Aragorn and his eyes widened.
'Brandybuck, it's all your fault we are stuck here. Somehow last night, we managed to lock ourselves in this cupboard!'
'Fool of a Took, remind me never to ever attempt bedding you again! This is the most awful experience in my life!'
Took. Fool of a Took. Pippin.
Aragorn was horrified. Was everyone in this palace as gay as him and Legolas? Besides, the idea of Merry doing *anything* spectacular to Pippin with his *that thing* was hyper-disturbing and mildly traumatizing.
He now turned his attention back into the two bickering in the cupboard as their voices had turned hysterical in panic and anger at each other.
'Pippin Took, you stand back, I'm gonna hurl myself headfirst into this door and you are going to hurl yourself next!'
The sound of shuffling inside the cupboard was intensified.
'ONE, TWO, THREE!' The cupboard wobbled violently and Aragorn backed away fearfully.
'AGAIN!' this time, the door burst opened and out popped Merry and Pippin *and* a bunch of discarded clothes.
'I will never fuck you in a cupboard again!' Pippin was grumbling as he stood up from the heap, dusting himself free of the dust in the cupboard, oblivious to the king who stood standing there watching in distaste.
'I should hope not. You had better confine your nocturnal tango activities to simply the guest rooms as I am sure the bedsheets are washed on a daily basis. Further activities in the cupboards will lead to me wishing to see you tango with an orc,'
The hobbits jumped as they looked at the barely suppressed anger on the king's face.
'Now, follow me, I would like to have a word with you two,' – a pause, then Aragorn added wisely, 'Get dressed first,'
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Yay, another chapter done!
Reviews?
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa
12:59PM
13/3/2004