Ah, I certainly am glad I managed to entertain some of you. Lol. Hope you
will like this chapter.
Um, I thought I would add, certain dirty terms used here, readers who will get offended, please do not read.
R.E.V.I.E.W
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It was to be found, that by late morning, all of the Fellowship had witnessed the disturbing scene of a naked Sam running around shouting loudly and all needed each other's help of reassurance that they had not loss their sanity at all.
'Abominable. What the hell is this place getting to?' Legolas had recovered from his shock and was currently fervently drawing all window curtains and bolting the doors to prevent any mad hobbit from entering.
'Not even old Bilbo was this mad!' Merry, Pippin and Frodo were now huddled under a pile of blankets, with their doors locked tightly with Faramir, the Captain of the Guards at Gondor, stationed in their room to prevent any entrance should Samwise Gamgee enter.
Back to our favourite man, all hot and sexy, even in his despair and current state of shock. Aragorn the Handsome, Aragorn the Unwashed, Aragorn the man-whose-state-of-cleanliness-cause-despair and whatever other names he had was currently burying his gorgeous head in his hands and muttering curses in all languages he was proficient in.
He had given the mad Merry and the crazy Pippin a dressing-down (he meant it not literally, for all those with a creative imagination) and had succeeded in getting them blushing in embarrassment at being called names such as "uncreative", "idiotic" and phrases like "I could have done better myself".
'I suppose this lunacy-filled day has ended,' Aragorn muttered after a while, hearing nothing but forgetting it was due to the fact that the royal advisor had cleverly shut all windows to preserve the king's sanity.
But how wrong he was.
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In the smaller gardens
Sam was getting worried – he had dressed his best for his Mister Frodo and had spoken in endearments with a sexy slur he had learnt from overhearing Legolas and Aragorn in the bedroom last night.
It had taken him great pains to remember terms like "would the king like to be deflowered", "your hair sparkles with the waterfalls of the sun", "your eyes are a wicked blue" and such and such. But when he had uttered them to Frodo in his state of sexiness, all he had gotten was a sharp scream before Frodo promptly fainted.
In all knight-in-shining-armor stance, Sam had picked up the hobbit and heroically slung the older hobbit over his shoulders before proceeding to the garden below Aragorn's bedroom, so that he could pick up new skills by listening while *doing* and also so that he could consult the king and the elf if Frodo wasn't impressed.
It was and is a good thing that Sam had not succeeded with his lust-filled plan for if he had, no doubt a very furious Aragorn and a very annoyed Legolas would have beheaded him and sliced him into many pieces.
And then, Sam, as all fat hobbits would have done, promptly fell asleep waiting for Frodo to wake up, resulting in a horrified Survivor- hobbit scrambling away when Frodo was awakened.
And now, Sam was getting agitated as he could not find his "preciousssss".
But he still prided himself upon his "good sense of direction" as he so "modestly" put it which in reality was the most bloody bad sense of direction to be blunt.
He found his way back to where he was sure Frodo had been sleeping before the ah – unfortunate incident – and was glad to see that the windows were still open and a healthy breeze blowing in.
*I shall lie on the bed swathed in blankets waiting for my love* he thought as he climbed into the room and literally wrapped himself up in sheets.
*Mister Frodo shall think me irresistible and laugh at how adorably I'm wrapped up, like a present* and he lay down to wait.
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The only two relatively unscathed were the Princess Eowyn and the Princess Arwen. They had spent a nice night cuddling up to each other and were now playing hide-and-seek (childish princesses) in the palace. It was Eowyn's turn to hide and Arwen turned her pretty head towards the wall and started counting.
"... ... ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen... ... twenty-nine, thirty!' the beautiful, gorgeous, splendid, breath-taking, too-bad-Aragorn- is-gay Arwen now spun around so that her dark locks tumbled down her white shoulders as she smiled like an innocent child.
"I'm coming, Eowyn!' her eager cries could be heard by the advisor whose room was just below and his sighs of exasperation at "bad- royalty" could be heard.
And the beautiful Princess Arwen ran daintily from room to room looking for her lover.
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10 MINS LATER
She had checked all the rooms available. Only one remained uncheck – the bedroom.
Arwen now stepped quietly into the bedroom, her footsteps were nothing but faint whispers of air as she entered the dark bedroom (all the curtains drawn up). Eowyn was in here, Arwen knew as she excitedly did a quick sweep of the room.
Nothing.
Arwen's eyebrows were raised as she looked carefully and spotted what she thought she wanted to spot.
'Ah-hah,' she softly whispered and approached the lump on the bed which blended so well into the background that she nearly missed it.
'Eowyn, my love,' she cooed seductively as she lay beside the lump and pulled it close to her, all the while drawing the blankets down slowly.
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Frodo had come. The soft whispers of love made Sam gleeful as he waited for his dear Mister Frodo to come upon the bed.
And, his hearing muffled by the blankets, he heard Frodo distinctly whisper something about "Sam, my love" and triumphantly laid still as the blankets around him were pulled down gently.
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Two screams were heard at the same time. One high-pitched and were a royal accent and the other lower-pitched with a Shire accent.
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Yay, I updated again.
But I shan't post it up till this coming Saturday.
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa
16/3/2004
Um, I thought I would add, certain dirty terms used here, readers who will get offended, please do not read.
R.E.V.I.E.W
******************************************************************
It was to be found, that by late morning, all of the Fellowship had witnessed the disturbing scene of a naked Sam running around shouting loudly and all needed each other's help of reassurance that they had not loss their sanity at all.
'Abominable. What the hell is this place getting to?' Legolas had recovered from his shock and was currently fervently drawing all window curtains and bolting the doors to prevent any mad hobbit from entering.
'Not even old Bilbo was this mad!' Merry, Pippin and Frodo were now huddled under a pile of blankets, with their doors locked tightly with Faramir, the Captain of the Guards at Gondor, stationed in their room to prevent any entrance should Samwise Gamgee enter.
Back to our favourite man, all hot and sexy, even in his despair and current state of shock. Aragorn the Handsome, Aragorn the Unwashed, Aragorn the man-whose-state-of-cleanliness-cause-despair and whatever other names he had was currently burying his gorgeous head in his hands and muttering curses in all languages he was proficient in.
He had given the mad Merry and the crazy Pippin a dressing-down (he meant it not literally, for all those with a creative imagination) and had succeeded in getting them blushing in embarrassment at being called names such as "uncreative", "idiotic" and phrases like "I could have done better myself".
'I suppose this lunacy-filled day has ended,' Aragorn muttered after a while, hearing nothing but forgetting it was due to the fact that the royal advisor had cleverly shut all windows to preserve the king's sanity.
But how wrong he was.
*********************************************************************
In the smaller gardens
Sam was getting worried – he had dressed his best for his Mister Frodo and had spoken in endearments with a sexy slur he had learnt from overhearing Legolas and Aragorn in the bedroom last night.
It had taken him great pains to remember terms like "would the king like to be deflowered", "your hair sparkles with the waterfalls of the sun", "your eyes are a wicked blue" and such and such. But when he had uttered them to Frodo in his state of sexiness, all he had gotten was a sharp scream before Frodo promptly fainted.
In all knight-in-shining-armor stance, Sam had picked up the hobbit and heroically slung the older hobbit over his shoulders before proceeding to the garden below Aragorn's bedroom, so that he could pick up new skills by listening while *doing* and also so that he could consult the king and the elf if Frodo wasn't impressed.
It was and is a good thing that Sam had not succeeded with his lust-filled plan for if he had, no doubt a very furious Aragorn and a very annoyed Legolas would have beheaded him and sliced him into many pieces.
And then, Sam, as all fat hobbits would have done, promptly fell asleep waiting for Frodo to wake up, resulting in a horrified Survivor- hobbit scrambling away when Frodo was awakened.
And now, Sam was getting agitated as he could not find his "preciousssss".
But he still prided himself upon his "good sense of direction" as he so "modestly" put it which in reality was the most bloody bad sense of direction to be blunt.
He found his way back to where he was sure Frodo had been sleeping before the ah – unfortunate incident – and was glad to see that the windows were still open and a healthy breeze blowing in.
*I shall lie on the bed swathed in blankets waiting for my love* he thought as he climbed into the room and literally wrapped himself up in sheets.
*Mister Frodo shall think me irresistible and laugh at how adorably I'm wrapped up, like a present* and he lay down to wait.
***************************************************************
The only two relatively unscathed were the Princess Eowyn and the Princess Arwen. They had spent a nice night cuddling up to each other and were now playing hide-and-seek (childish princesses) in the palace. It was Eowyn's turn to hide and Arwen turned her pretty head towards the wall and started counting.
"... ... ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen... ... twenty-nine, thirty!' the beautiful, gorgeous, splendid, breath-taking, too-bad-Aragorn- is-gay Arwen now spun around so that her dark locks tumbled down her white shoulders as she smiled like an innocent child.
"I'm coming, Eowyn!' her eager cries could be heard by the advisor whose room was just below and his sighs of exasperation at "bad- royalty" could be heard.
And the beautiful Princess Arwen ran daintily from room to room looking for her lover.
*****************************************************
10 MINS LATER
She had checked all the rooms available. Only one remained uncheck – the bedroom.
Arwen now stepped quietly into the bedroom, her footsteps were nothing but faint whispers of air as she entered the dark bedroom (all the curtains drawn up). Eowyn was in here, Arwen knew as she excitedly did a quick sweep of the room.
Nothing.
Arwen's eyebrows were raised as she looked carefully and spotted what she thought she wanted to spot.
'Ah-hah,' she softly whispered and approached the lump on the bed which blended so well into the background that she nearly missed it.
'Eowyn, my love,' she cooed seductively as she lay beside the lump and pulled it close to her, all the while drawing the blankets down slowly.
********************************************************************
Frodo had come. The soft whispers of love made Sam gleeful as he waited for his dear Mister Frodo to come upon the bed.
And, his hearing muffled by the blankets, he heard Frodo distinctly whisper something about "Sam, my love" and triumphantly laid still as the blankets around him were pulled down gently.
*********************************************************************
Two screams were heard at the same time. One high-pitched and were a royal accent and the other lower-pitched with a Shire accent.
***********************************************************************
Yay, I updated again.
But I shan't post it up till this coming Saturday.
Love,
Ice And Fire Vanessa
16/3/2004