Merry gently hooked his hand under Pippin's stomach, grasping his waist in his strong arm so he could pull him near.

"No." Pippin whined pitifully, attempting to wriggle away from Merry in their bed.

Merry shifted behind Pippin, cuddling up to him close. "Yes." He muttered, closing his eyes.

"You cost me a kiss. Now I'm behind." Pippin hissed sourly.

"I'm behind. You're being the little spoon, see?" Merry buried his face into Pippin's neck, holding him tight as they laid together in Lothlorien. The Fellowship slept, comfortable and at ease in the Elvish city.

Pippin squirmed and couldn't stifle a giggle as Merry's breath tickled his neck. He then calmed and began to pout again. "And Gandalf just had to go and die didn't he, halting the contest."

"That's not a very nice way to talk about the dead, Pippin." Merry scolded lightly, pressing a kiss to Pippin's neck.

Pippin smiled at the kiss before answering. "Yes, but we all know he'll be back soon. This movie is like, 15 years old."

"You're right." Merry accepted. "So does that mean we can...?" He prompted with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"No." Pippin scowled over his shoulder at Merry. "I'm still mad at you for losing me that kiss."

Merry now furrowed his eyebrows. "I didn't lose you the kiss. You didn't even try for it. You left me to do all the talking."

"That's what I always do." Pippin said in a softer voice. Merry noted his was trying to be cute to avoid fire.

"You didn't in Rivendell." Merry stated.

Pippin whined again. "Merry! That's not fair!"

Merry winced and sighed, bringing Pippin close again. "Alright, fine." He gave in. "I'll help you get a kiss tomorrow."

Pippin smiled with triumph.

"If you kiss me now." Merry added in a rushed voice.

Pippin's smile dropped to a pout. "You said after I get my kiss from somebody else, I have to kiss you in private places." He emphasised 'after.'

Merry rolled his eyes. "Oh what does that matter? Do it before and after?"

Pippin felt a small smile creep up his lip. He nodded gently, turning to face Merry. "Just this once..." He warned him.

Aragorn sat beside the pale well, his fingertips gently stroking the still water. It was very early in the morning, the sun had only just began to rise, and the sky was still indigo. Legolas had noticed Aragorn's migration from his bed to the well and fountain, and he too had been awake for an hour or so prior.

"Finally having a bath?" Legolas prompted, stepping behind Aragorn before seating himself on the low stone wall.

Aragorn chuckled. "Yes, I am." He mused Legolas. "Good morning."

"Good morning." Legolas returned the greeting. "Sleep well?"

Aragorn shared a look with Legolas and they both broke out into soft laughter. "With those two Hobbits up all night?" He asked, a chuckle rumble in his throat and his head shaking slightly. "Not much."

"Neither did I." Legolas then shrugged. "I didn't mind as much though."

"Turn you on?"

"Aragorn!" Legolas extended his tongue in a childlike manner. "You can be crude sometimes."

"Looks like I definitely need a bath then." Aragorn winked. "Bathe me?"

Legolas folded his arms. "Nice try."

They both laughed again, careful to be quiet and hushed. The flirting died down and then Aragorn brought up the serious business.

"Has he said anything?"

"Who?"

"Gimli."

"Oh." Legolas glanced back at Gimli. He laid like a rock, hardly any movement but his thick chest raising and falling with each snore. "No. He hasn't said a word. He kind of, looks at me though," Legolas narrowed his eyes, one eyebrow arched as he looked at Aragorn for some assistance. "You know what I mean?"

Aragorn nodded. "Yes, I noticed." He then smirked. "Stolen glances, romantic stares when you're not looking," He broke into more chuckles, then.

Legolas rolled his eyes with a smile. "Don't tease." He stated weakly.

"Have you thought about who will be next?" Aragorn then inquired. Legolas inhaled, his eyes widening as he thought. He shook his head. "Boromir." Aragorn told him.

Legolas shook his head even more. "Pippin has dibs." He informed.

"There are no dibs in this game!" Aragorn declared, rather too King-like.

Legolas shrugged. "Boromir would want to kiss Pippin over me."

"Boromir doesn't know he has both options. Boromir doesn't know he has a choice." Aragorn explained. Legolas seemed a little more convinced by this.

"I still don't know... He's kinda creepy." Legolas shuddered a little. He hugged his knees up to his chest, now sitting sideways on the wall.

Aragorn thought for a moment. "Like, he likes kids?"

"Aragorn!" Legolas exclaimed. "No! Well, a little... Wait..." He shot a troubled look to Aragorn. "How old is Pippin?" He hissed.

Aragorn chuckled again, lightly. "Well he's a lot younger than you, but I think it's all legal and safe."

"Oh." Legolas breathed with relief. "That's good then."

"Why?"

Legolas shook his head. "Nothing. It's fine."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow, his head tilted to the side and a silly grin. "Well." He said finally. "Whatever you say."

Legolas never blushes, but he did then. Only a little.

The Fellowship awoke not many hours later, and began to ready for the journey ahead. Boromir tied the leather of his belt together around his waist, finally finishing getting dressed. Pippin sat on the wall near bedside Boromir, kicking his legs and tapping his heels against the bottom of the stone wall. He beamed up at Boromir.

"What's that?" He asked, his arm extended and his finger pointed at Boromir's belt.

"That's a belt, master Hobbit." He explained with a fond smile. "Don't you have belts?"

Pippin nodded vigorously, sucking his bottom lip before answering the query. "Yes. But not like that." He explained.

Boromir sat besides the Hobbit and turned to talk to him for a moment. Pippin sucked his bottom lip again and looked up with wide eyes. "And what kind of belts do you have?" Boromir's voice was patient and gentle, not like he was with most others.

Pippin pressed his finger on the side of Boromir's belt. "Not as wide as this..." He began.

Boromir slowly nodded, listening carefully. "Is that so?"

"Yes!" Pippin nodded again, with an eager grin. "And we have large buckles on the front, usually gold or bronze!" He described with enthusiasm. "Merry has a gold one..."

"Does he?" Boromir prompted keenly. "You're very close to him."

Pippin nodded again. "I am." He felt a blush bud on his cheeks. "I'm just affectionate." He then added, quickly sucking his lip again innocently.

"Are you?" Boromir smiled cheerily. He tucked the knuckle of his finger on Pippin's chin, below his lip. "Why do you do this?" He grinned, jiggling his finger slightly.

Pippin wasn't as innocent as he claimed to be, but he was fairly open, be it his honesty or foolishness. "Because it makes me look cute." He simply stated.

Boromir chuckled. "That is does." He smiled warmly and the leaned in closer to Pippin. "You shouldn't always hide it, though. You have a very pretty mouth."

Pippin was a little surprised. He didn't think it would be that easy. "How pretty?" He asked, now fluttering his eyes.

"This pretty..." Boromir murmured, gently and softly pecking Pippin's lips.

Legolas, pushed by Aragorn approached where they knew Boromir would be, and stumbled on the sight of Boromir kissing Pippin.

Legolas exhaled and glared back at Aragorn. "Pippin..." He hissed under his breath.

Aragorn peeked over Legolas' shoulder, he blinked for a moment and then shrugged. "Go and get it, Legolas. Do you want to win?"

"Not that much anymore if I'm honest." Legolas muttered coldly. This was too much effort. And Aragorn deserved a sensual lapdance...

"Honest." Aragorn repeated. He licked his lips once and then grinned. "That's what you must do. Go." He slammed his open palms against Legolas' shoulders, shoving him forward.

Legolas stumbled over. Pippin had skipped away with a giggle, and Boromir sat alone.

Legolas was a little startled, he wasn't sure what to do or say, or anything.

"Legolas?" Boromir inquired, a little startled himself.

Legolas breathed. And then thought, honest.

"I saw you." He declared.

Boromir blinked nervously. "What?"

"Kissing Pippin." Legolas nervously exhaled again. He didn't believe this could ever work.

"Oh." Boromir flushed.

Legolas' voice shook a little. "I'm jealous..." He began, anxiously. "I want you to kiss me like that."

Boromir couldn't believe what he was hearing. He choked a little on his words, just as Legolas stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Boromir's neck. "Don't you think I'm pretty?" Legolas said gently, his mouth a breath away from Boromir's.

Boromir nodded, now growing shy. He stumbled onto Legolas' lips, kissing his quickly.

Pippin, who awaited behind the nearby tree with Merry, nearly stormed over, if it wasn't for Merry holding him back. "I kissed him first! He was mine, what is he playing at?" Pippin pouted.

Merry hushed him, glancing back to see if they gave away their position, and then cupped Pip's face. "You're right." He soothed, petting Pippin's hair. "That's not fair... We'll get them." He promised.

Pippin frowned and then spoke in a gentle voice. "You will really help me?" He whispered.

Merry nodded, cuddling Pippin closer. "I can see it made you upset, darling." Pippin cooed at the name. "I'll help you."

Legolas strode away from Boromir, brushing his loose hairs back into place. He met back up with Aragorn.

"I'm not doing that again." Legolas declared as Aragorn wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind. He chuckled.

"You killed it!" Aragorn praised. "You are the prettiest..." He muttered, pressing a kiss to Legolas' neck.

Legolas smiled a little. "Hm. I guess I am..."

A/N: There! Two new chapters for you all! Sorry it took a while. Please, leave some feedback and reviews, tell me what you wanna see etc, and subscribe for more! Thank you!