A/N:Sorry I've taken a little while to update! But here it is, a defining chapter, really. Could this be the end of the contest...? Of course not! Anyway, I have included some requests that Lucy suggested in the comments! I do love suggestions.

"Who's the prettiest?" Aragorn ran his rough fingers through the silky strands of Legolas' blonde hair as they sat on the shores of Amon Hen.

Legolas felt a gentle smile sweep across his face as he rested against Aragorn. "I do believe it's me, officially now, too."

"I knew you'd win." Aragorn cooed. "Lle naa vanima."

"A'maelamin Spangaer..." Legolas muttered endearingly. "However, I don't think it's over, yet."

Aragon nodded in agreement, running the pads of his fingertips down the tiny braid behind Legolas' ear. "They are persistent."

"The game should be ended, once and for all." Legolas stated with a gentle exhale. "I believe we have more important things to concern ourselves with."

"Like how you broke Gimli?" Aragorn suggested with a playful smirk.

"Dina." Legolas snapped quickly. "I don't know what's gotten into him..."

Aragorn chuckled, throwing his head back as his chest rumbled beneath Legolas. "Because he likes you."

"He doesn't like me." Legolas pouted, folding his arms across his own chest. Aragorn laughed more.

"Of course he does!"

"Doesn't."

"Does."

"Doesn't!"

"Does!"

"Dina!" Legolas hissed, turning to push against Aragorn's chest, pressing him to the ground. His blonde hair cascaded down as he leant over Aragorn, a few strands tickling the Ranger's cheek. He screwed his nose up and turned away, still laughing. "Lle tela?"

Aragorn shook his head, biting his bottom lip as he grinned. "Lasta lalaithamin!" He countered.

Legolas threw himself off of Aragorn and rose up, quickly neatening his clothes. Aragorn took a moment to realise, and laid on his back like a turtle for a moment before Boromir strode up to them. He eyed the elf, then Aragorn on the sandy ground.

"He fell." Legolas explained simply to Boromir, who almost blushed at Legolas spoke to him.

"I can see..." Boromir began. He then turned his eyes to Aragorn, who tested up on his elbows. "Frodo had gone for a walk."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow. "Is that a good idea?"

"I couldn't stop him." Boromir defended, leaning in a little and speaking in a hushed voice. "They bite..."

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Only Pippin bites."

"How do you know that?" Aragorn promoted, his forehead furrowed. "How do you both know that? Have you been bitten?"

"I haven't." Boromir explained. "I wanted a pet Hobbit when I was a child and my father told me they bite."

Legolas' eyes were wide as he started at Boromir. He took one step away. Aragorn mirrored the look of bewilderment. "Legolas...?"

"What?"

"Your turn to explain." Aragorn prompted.

Legolas practically stamped his foot in tantrum. He scoffed and spoke. "I picked him up once. And he didn't like it. So he bit me... Is this really important?"

Aragorn nodded vigorously before rising to his feet. "Yes. So I may avoid it." He brushed the sand from his back. "Boromir, find Frodo." He ordered. "Legolas, gather everybody on the front shore by the rocks."

Boromir nodded and turned to the woodland area to their left. Legolas looked across at Aragorn, silently inquiring what's going on. Aragorn simply smiled.

The Fellowship gathered on the shore. Sam laid down a few of the sleeping bags, for Frodo to sit down on, once Boromir fetched him. Merry and Pippin occupied the space saved for Frodo until Sam shooed them on. At Aragorn's request, the fellowship sat in a circle.

Boromir brought Frodo back, both looking flustered, either from a quarrel or an expel of sexual tension.

"What's the meaning of this?" Gimli gruffed, sitting against the mountain, his axe between his legs.

"A game, apparently." Legolas offered an answer. Gimli gruntled and averted his eyes, flushing as the elf addressed him.

"Ooh!" Pippin cooed excitedly. "I love games!" He clasped his palms together and grinned at Merry, who smiled affectionately and supportively back.

Aragorn grinned. "I'm sure you will, Pippin." He addressed the Hobbit. "Would you mind passing me your backpack, Pippin?" He extended his arm.

Pippin looked at Aragorn, his hand, Merry, and then his bag. He did this a few times before hesitantly reaching over and picking up his bag. He gave it Aragorn. "There..." He said cautiously, as Aragorn wasted no time in rummaging through.

"Aha!" He announced as he pulled out a deep green bottle. "From Rivendell?" He inquired.

Pippin shamefully nodded.

Aragorn pried the cork from the neck of the bottle and poured the deep purple liquid out into the mouth of river. Pippin squealed and lunged forward, but Merry caught his arm and held him back. Pippin watched on in horror.

"Right." Aragorn continued. "Are we all sitting in a circle?" He sat down himself as the circle was made tighter and more notable. "Perfect!"

"I don't think this is a good idea." Sam began, folding his arms. "This shouldn't be a top priority at the moment."

"Well," Aragorn shrugged. "It is." He declared before clapping his hands once and beginning to explain the game. "We are playing a little game Legolas and I played whenever he visited Rivendell, or whenever we were on doing ranger duties and whatnot together." He placed the bottle in the floor. "You spin it, and whoever it lands on, you have to kiss them." The group descended into chatter.

"Not happening." Sam firmly stated, looking to Frodo. "Right Mr Frodo?"

Frodo calmly shrugged his shoulders. "It could lighten the mood..." Sam remained silent.

"Brilliant!" Aragorn exclaimed. He glanced around the circle. "Any more objections? Gimli?"

Gimli made more rough noises and shook his head quickly. Aragorn smirked at Legolas, who's eyes burned with a glare.

"Does this have something to do with...?" Merry inquired slowly to Aragorn, attempting to keep the contest somewhat private.

"Yes." Aragorn confirmed. He picked up a small stick, leaned back, and began to draw into the sand behind him. "Legolas is in the lead with three. Then Pippin with two. Then Boromir with two. Then Merry, Gimli and I with one, and Sam and Frodo with zero." Aragorn explained, much to the horror of the group. Besides Pippin. He seemed pretty proud.

"Actually-" Pippin began, as Legolas' head fell into his palm. "Legolas is on four. And I'm on three."

"On-three, what?" Sam demanded his eyebrows narrowed as he looked at all the mortified faces.

"Kisses, Samwise. Kisses." Pippin explained.

"You kissed?" Aragorn prompted a question.

Pippin nodded. "We did."

Merry inhaled heavily and shook his head. "I should have known..."

"Whoever gets the most kisses, wins." Legolas expanded to Sam, trying to change the topic. "And the competition has opened up to the whole fellowship..." He sounded as if he was telling himself rather than the group.

"Shall we begin?" Aragorn placed a palm on the bottle.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Merry held out a hand to halt. "What if you don't want to kiss somebody?"

Aragorn thought for a moment. "No points, and the person with the most passes has to do a forfeit." He then grinned. "And it won't be kind."

The group talked for a moment, some with raised voices, until Aragorn span the bottle.

It twisted around and around in the sand until it fell to Pippin.

Aragorn shrugged a little. "Not a bad start. Come hither, and if you bite me..."

Pippin crawled forward to Aragorn and leaned up. "Only if you ask me too." He puckered his lips and Aragorn closed the gap. They kissed for a few seconds before Aragorn broke away and picked up his stick.

"One for us both, then, Pip." Aragorn drew in two tallys, one under his name and one under Pippin's. "Now, to keep this as fair as possible, let's just go around in the circle. Legolas?" Aragorn addressed Legolas, who sat to his right.

Legolas smoothly extended his arm and span the bottle, hard. It quickly circled the group a good few times before landing on Frodo.

"Two Peredhil in the matter of days..." Aragorn mused and with a slight shake of his head.

Legolas shot a glare at Aragorn, and crawled forward to Frodo, who seemed cautious and unsure. He pressed a small kiss to his lips. Sam shook his head in disapproval and Aragorn chuckled, and wrote in the score with his stick in the sand.

"Next!" Aragorn gestured to Gimli, who also seemed hesitant. He shifted in his seat, exchanged looks with the rest of the Fellowship before reaching over, spinning the bottle and watching anxiously as the bottle slowed, and the neck rested on the ground, right in front of Legolas.

A/N:

Elvish Translations

Lle naa vanima - You did well.

A'maelamin Spangaer - My beloved bearded one.

Dina - Be silent.

Lasta lalaithamin - Listen to my laughter.

Peredhil - Halflings

Well, I think I got them all. Thanks so much for reading! The game will continue next chapter, the fellowship will each get two turns ;) Please leave reviews!