Ok, here's another crazy chapter. Lol. I enjoy updating this.
Faramir gripped his sword tightly (I mean the one made of steel that is forged – not the other one, alright?) as he heard screams, conveying identical horror but so different in pitches, fly through the window. He found it to be his duty to fend off whatever intruder it may be and also his at the same time to protect the hobbits (or as Faramir sometimes called them [dumb idiots who cost my brother his life], thus he was torn between duty and duty.
'Do you dumb – no, hobbit guests mind if I check on what has happened?' Faramir saw confusion on Pippin, or was it Merry – never mind, their heights were the same – 's face as that particular hobbit tried to identify what word Faramir had bitten back.
Without waiting for a response, Faramir gallantly leaped out of the window, clutching sword and all.
Sam found himself unable to do anything but scream at the horribly tall Arwen who had frozen on the spot.
And he scrambled away faster before anything else happened in fear only to be caught by a pair of hairy hands and thrown back onto the bed where Arwen, jolted by the impact of a fat hobbit body hitting the bed, toppled, landing – oh god – landing imperfectly on top of Sam.
'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH – I kissed a pig!!!' Arwen screamed in distress as she wiped the back of her mouth, catching the eye of Faramir who was horror-struck at what he had done, she motioned wildly for water to be brought as she spat un-ladylike, onto the floor and all over the place.
Unfortunately for her, her toes caught a bedsheet she had discarded in her previous haste to "find precious darling Eowyn" and she tripped, to her horror, directly onto the body of Sam!
'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,' this time it wasn't Arwen or Sam, but rather the beautiful, charming lady Eowyn who had walked upon what she supposed quite angrily and hurt was a "quick make-out session behind my back".
Arwen and Sam were both too shocked to do anything but clutch onto the bedsheets, giving worse implications of restrained pleasure that made Eowyn fume.
'E-Eowyn darling?' Arwen tentatively crawled off the bed, unaware that her motion had caused her silk dress to be ripped from waist down silently.
'Don't you "Eowyn darling" me, you whore!' Eowyn exploded furiously and got positively livid with rage when she caught sight of the ripped dress and screamed in righteous rage while shaking her head disbelievingly at her lover who was now packed off to the "history" box.
'You were all ready to make out like wild rabbits in heat!' Eowyn accused in rage.
And slapped Arwen really hard.
Faramir and Sam both exchanged nervous glances when Arwen burst into tears.
5 hours later
The tension was scary, even worse than ten Balrogs' presence, everyone were in pairs except three individuals – namely, Sam, the lady Arwen and her estranged lover, Eowyn.
'We have come now for another game of "Gandalf Says" since the first time we played this game caused great madness and so, the source is the cure – I pronounce the second game and may Valar grant, the last game started!' Aragorn grandly stood up and sweeping his arms in a kingly movement announced.
' Alright – Gandalf says [ Close your eyes and count to ten ],' Frodo muttered, there was a unanimous complain among all that spoke of boredom at such simple instructions.
'Make it a bit more - '
'Maybe interesting – '
'No – '
'Make it exciting – '
'Thrilling – '
'Steamy – ' shouted one familiarly horrifying hobbit voice and Frodo cringed on the spot.
'Yes – steamy – '
There was a loud cough by Aragorn that no one bothered to care as he tried to get the situation under control.
But he failed, alas, and the royal room was soon full of hobbits doing twosomes and threesomes, balancing juggling acts were Gimli and Sam, Arwen tearfully accepted the "make-up" embrace by her lover.
Another hacking cough came from Aragorn and everyone turned to see this time – but not for long – for Legolas wisely appeared out of nowhere and insisted upon French-kissing the king.
And so ends the never-will-end mad story of how Frodo the Dumbo caused unspeakable chaos with his game of [ Gandalf Says ] .
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Faramir gripped his sword tightly (I mean the one made of steel that is forged – not the other one, alright?) as he heard screams, conveying identical horror but so different in pitches, fly through the window. He found it to be his duty to fend off whatever intruder it may be and also his at the same time to protect the hobbits (or as Faramir sometimes called them [dumb idiots who cost my brother his life], thus he was torn between duty and duty.
'Do you dumb – no, hobbit guests mind if I check on what has happened?' Faramir saw confusion on Pippin, or was it Merry – never mind, their heights were the same – 's face as that particular hobbit tried to identify what word Faramir had bitten back.
Without waiting for a response, Faramir gallantly leaped out of the window, clutching sword and all.
Sam found himself unable to do anything but scream at the horribly tall Arwen who had frozen on the spot.
And he scrambled away faster before anything else happened in fear only to be caught by a pair of hairy hands and thrown back onto the bed where Arwen, jolted by the impact of a fat hobbit body hitting the bed, toppled, landing – oh god – landing imperfectly on top of Sam.
'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH – I kissed a pig!!!' Arwen screamed in distress as she wiped the back of her mouth, catching the eye of Faramir who was horror-struck at what he had done, she motioned wildly for water to be brought as she spat un-ladylike, onto the floor and all over the place.
Unfortunately for her, her toes caught a bedsheet she had discarded in her previous haste to "find precious darling Eowyn" and she tripped, to her horror, directly onto the body of Sam!
'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,' this time it wasn't Arwen or Sam, but rather the beautiful, charming lady Eowyn who had walked upon what she supposed quite angrily and hurt was a "quick make-out session behind my back".
Arwen and Sam were both too shocked to do anything but clutch onto the bedsheets, giving worse implications of restrained pleasure that made Eowyn fume.
'E-Eowyn darling?' Arwen tentatively crawled off the bed, unaware that her motion had caused her silk dress to be ripped from waist down silently.
'Don't you "Eowyn darling" me, you whore!' Eowyn exploded furiously and got positively livid with rage when she caught sight of the ripped dress and screamed in righteous rage while shaking her head disbelievingly at her lover who was now packed off to the "history" box.
'You were all ready to make out like wild rabbits in heat!' Eowyn accused in rage.
And slapped Arwen really hard.
Faramir and Sam both exchanged nervous glances when Arwen burst into tears.
5 hours later
The tension was scary, even worse than ten Balrogs' presence, everyone were in pairs except three individuals – namely, Sam, the lady Arwen and her estranged lover, Eowyn.
'We have come now for another game of "Gandalf Says" since the first time we played this game caused great madness and so, the source is the cure – I pronounce the second game and may Valar grant, the last game started!' Aragorn grandly stood up and sweeping his arms in a kingly movement announced.
' Alright – Gandalf says [ Close your eyes and count to ten ],' Frodo muttered, there was a unanimous complain among all that spoke of boredom at such simple instructions.
'Make it a bit more - '
'Maybe interesting – '
'No – '
'Make it exciting – '
'Thrilling – '
'Steamy – ' shouted one familiarly horrifying hobbit voice and Frodo cringed on the spot.
'Yes – steamy – '
There was a loud cough by Aragorn that no one bothered to care as he tried to get the situation under control.
But he failed, alas, and the royal room was soon full of hobbits doing twosomes and threesomes, balancing juggling acts were Gimli and Sam, Arwen tearfully accepted the "make-up" embrace by her lover.
Another hacking cough came from Aragorn and everyone turned to see this time – but not for long – for Legolas wisely appeared out of nowhere and insisted upon French-kissing the king.
And so ends the never-will-end mad story of how Frodo the Dumbo caused unspeakable chaos with his game of [ Gandalf Says ] .
Author bows