A/N: First of all, I wanted to say thank you so much for your reviews! They absolutely made my night. As this is my first fanfic, I was extremely self-conscious, but you guys made me feel so much better about it! You all deserve cookies, baked specially by Pippin!
I wasn't planning on continuing this fic any farther, but after reading some of your reviews, I thought I'd give it a try!
I hope you enjoy this next chapter!
The hobbits sat in their room, terrified at what wrath Arwen might bring upon them. They hid the flat iron in Gandalf's room and hoped to the Valar that Arwen would spare them when she found out.
The hobbits sat on the rug, exhausted after their busy night. They were just beginning to drift off to sleep when Aragorn came frantically running into the room. "Hide me!" he begged.
"What is is?" Merry asked, waking up.
"Someone took Arwen's flat iron and she is *completely* out of control!" he panicked, looking for hiding places. As he was glancing around the room, he caught sight of the bottle. "Have you been drinking?" he asked suspiciously.
"Only ale," Pippin said, grinning drunkenly.
"Ale doesn't come in bottles..." Aragorn states.
"Uhhh..." Sam said, " we were doing other things too..."
"Like what?" Aragorn asked, curious.
"Nothing!" said Pippin, "Nothing at all, why do you ask?"
"Fine. We were playing Spin the Bottle," said Frodo.
"You weren't supposed to tell him!" Pippin hissed.
"Why? Worried he will want to play and that he will steal all my kisses?" Frodo teased.
"No! Well...maybe," Pippin said, ashamed.
"I am *not* playing! As a matter of fact, I need to go now, I have to hide from Arwen and there aren't any good hiding spots in here. Everything's hobbit-sized," said Aragorn quickly.
"Oh no you don't!" smirked Frodo. "There's plenty of room here, in our little circle..."
"No! No way! I'm married!" protested Aragorn.
"What's going on?" Legolas said, poking his head in through the door.
"Help!" Aragorn said, running to hide behind Legolas. "They're trying to get me to play Spin the Bottle with them!"
Legolas let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
"Well, if you don't want to play, that's fine, Aragorn. Maybe you'd like to join us for a drink instead?" Merry said. "You too, Legolas," he added.
"Well, it couldn't hurt..." Aragorn reasoned.
Aragorn and Legolas sat down next to the hobbits. Pippin produced another large barrel of ale with more mugs. After filling everyone's mugs to the brim, he passed them around.
They talked and drank together for another three hours. The four hobbits stopped drinking after the first hour, but Pippin made sure that Aragorn and Legolas' mugs were always filled to the brim.
Another half hour and Aragorn and Legolas were totally drunk, even Legolas. It was *very* strong ale.
"So," Merry said casually. "What about Spin the Bottle?" Aragorn and Legolas agreed enthusiastically.
"Frodo, you can go first!" Sam said eagerly, sounding quite hopeful that the bottle would land on him. Pippin glared.
"Okay," Frodo said, spinning the bottle. It landed at Aragorn. Aragorn raised his eyebrows slightly but looked at Frodo expectantly.
Frodo leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. It lasted for maybe three seconds but the other hobbits all glared at Aragorn. Aragorn smiled back as he spun the bottle. It landed on Merry. Aragorn reached over to Merry and kissed him lightly. Merry looked slightly disappointed at how brief it was, but spun the bottle again anyways.
It landed on Pippin. Merry, in his drunken state of mind, was more than happy to kiss him again. He reached across the circle, pulling Pippin to him. Wrapping his arms tightly around him, Merry kissed him. Pippin looked quite pleased as he responded, holding the back of Merry's head as he deepened the kiss. They stayed like that for quite a while, only breaking apart when Sam tapped Pippin's shoulder.
Pippin, with a glare thrown at Sam for the second time that night, separated himself from Merry. He reached for the bottle and spun it. It landed on Aragorn again. Pippin gave Aragorn a small kiss before sitting back down. Merry looked at Aragorn smugly.
Aragorn spun the bottle and it landed on Legolas. Aragorn reached over and kissed his friend with enthusiasm. The hobbits began to get slightly concerned about how drunk Aragorn must be.
Legolas looked quite pleased with this development as he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Aragorn and pulling him closer. Then Legolas moaned softly and the hobbits suspected, with embarrassment, that slightly more than lips were now being used.
Pippin felt the sudden urge to turn away. He never meant for it to go *that* far! He just wanted everyone to have some fun that night.
Then the door flew open and Arwen stood there. The hobbits' eyes widened as they went from a fury-filled Arwen to Aragorn still kissing Legolas, then back to Arwen, then back to Aragorn, then...
As Arwen took in the scene in front of her, her face contorted as she grew more upset, more furious, and then...
Everything went slow motion. The hobbits all dove for cover as Arwen let out the loudest, most shill scream *anyone* had ever heard in their lives. Sam swore afterwords that his eardrums almost burst.
Aragorn and Legolas broke apart, arms still wrapped around each other, looking around for the source of interruption. Arwen stood there, looking at them for a few minutes, then burst into enraged tears and stomped out of the room. The hobbit winced as the door slammed behind her.
Aragorn and Legolas resumed their previous activities, Aragorn now kissing down the side of Legolas' neck. Legolas threw his head back, moaning quietly again, oblivious to the hobbits' horror.
Then Merry knew this had gone on long enough. Not wanting them to go any farther, he got out from behind the couch where he had hidden from Arwen, stood up, and briskly walked over to them. Stooping down to their level, he cleared his throat. This had no effect whatsoever. He tapped them both on the shoulder. Still, no effect. Legolas' hands moved to Aragorn's shirt. "Ohhh-kay!" Merry exclaimed, going bright red. He pushed them apart. They looked up at him, whining at having been interrupted. "That's gone on far enough, thank you! Let's get you guys to bed-" Aragorn and Legolas took this entirely the wrong way and eagerly stood up. Merry realized his mistake and quickly yelled, "NO! NO... no no no no no. Eru, not... not like that." May the Valar have mercy on them for getting everyone into such a mess. Whose genius idea was it to get these two drunk?
"I didn't mean that!" he insisted desperately. Legolas pouted. Sam covered his hands with his eyes, obviously trying to erase the terrible image that had just been burned into his mind.
"What I meant was, you two are very, very drunk and you need to rest while it goes away," Merry said, speaking slowly and clearly as though to a child.
Aragorn and Legolas nodded obediently. Merry motioned to Pippin to help him. Merry supporting Legolas and Pippin supporting Aragorn, they moved over to the fire. Sam and Frodo crept out from behind the chairs. They all sat in a circle, with Aragorn on one side and Legolas on another, just to be safe. Aragorn and Legolas lightly dozed while the hobbits sat in an awkward silence.
"I am so sorry, everyone," Pippin said, breaking the silence. "When I suggested this, I never meant for it to go so far."
"Me, either," Merry added. Though he wouldn't say that he regretted kissing Frodo, or especially Pippin. He didn't regret *that* at all.
Then the door opened again. Fearing that it was Arwen, the hobbits jumped, but then Gandalf strolled in. He saw the hobbits, Legolas, and Aragorn sitting (or sleeping) in a circle with the bottle in the center and his mouth dropped open.
The hobbits, again, blushed in shame. Then Gandalf's face broke into a wide smile, and he said, "Can I play?"
A/N: Well there you have it! I really hope it came out okay:/ Is it too slashy? Review and let me know what you think, even if you hate it!