Title: Choose (Part 2/6)


PART 2

Galadriel looked at the assembled fellowship. She was most amused by their
thoughts.

Frodo was thinking, “I wonder who I will be sharing my bed with tonight.”

Pippin was thinking, “I can’t wait for tonight...I’ve wanted Frodo for so long.
I love him so much.”

Sam was thinking, “From where I’m standing, I’m getting a great view of Frodo’s
ass!”

Merry was thinking, “I’ve got to think of something really special to make Frodo
choose me.”

Gimli was thinking, “It’s so unfair, I wanted to watch the hobbits. Stupid
Legolas. If I win, Aragorn’s MINE!”

Aragorn was thinking, “Boromir seemed interested in me. Maybe if I win, I’ll
finally get some action!”

Boromir was thinking, “Holy, fire, Sam’s hot! But he’s a hobbit...maybe
Aragorn’s a better choice. Same race, and he is a fine specimen.”

Legolas was thinking, “Poor Frodo, being betted on like this. I’ll see he has
some fun.”

Galadriel laughed and sent them to their beds, although she was certain some of
them would mysteriously end up in different ones by morning. Well! Who would
have thought it, so many seduced by the ringbearer!

*	*	*

Frodo waited nervously in his room. He had a silk scarf tied round his eyes so
he couldn’t see. Although all his other senses were highly tuned, he failed to
notice Legolas creep into the room and climb up onto a rafter above the bed. As
soon as he had done this, the door creaked open again.

Frodo turned his head towards the door. Pippin padded towards him shyly. He
touched Frodo’s shoulder and paused.

“Well? There’s no need to be coy,” Frodo said seductively. He enclosed Pippin’s
hand in his own and pulled the young hobbit on top of himself. Pippin flung his
arms around Frodo’s neck and kissed him passionately.

Frodo felt a hot tongue seeking its way into his mouth. He opened his lips
obediently and answered with his own tongue. Pippin moaned lustily.

Legolas could hardly prevent himself from moaning as well. Instead, he took out
his elven member and began to stroke himself rhythmically.

Pippin broke away from Frodo’s hungry mouth and began to undo his shirt. He
pulled it off Frodo’s arms, then resumed his position.

He continued to make out with Frodo, but after a while he moved down his body
and began kissing him all over his chest. He sucked each of Frodo’s nipples and
swirled his tongue inside his navel. Frodo sighed and groaned as Pippin worked
his way down.

Pippin stopped when he reached the waistline of Frodo’s trousers. Frodo’s
erection was obvious through the thin material. Pippin softly stroked the end of
the bulge, and Frodo immediately responded with a frenzied thrust of his hips.

Unable to contain himself, Pippin tore Frodo’s trousers off and experimentally
licked round the slit of the ringbearer’s shaft. Frodo gasped impatiently, which
was enough for Pippin. He took Frodo’s hobbithood in his mouth and started
sucking and licking it excitedly.

Frodo gripped his mystery lover’s hair and bit back  his screams of ecstasy. He
thrust his hips upwards again and again and just when he thought he was going to
die, he released his seed.

Pippin felt the rush of warm liquid into his mouth. He withdrew from Frodo and
slowly, meaningfully, swallowed.

At the same time as Frodo, Legolas released his seed into his hands. He smiled
as the younger hobbit kissed Frodo for the last time that night and crept out.
Legolas followed him, silently.

Frodo waited for a while, then slipped his blindfold off. If it was going to be
that good every night, he was a happy hobbit.

*	*	*

Gimli, Aragorn and Boromir were waiting outside Legolas’ room when he returned.

“So...who was it?” asked Boromir.

“Pippin,” Legolas answered.

“Pippin?” Gimli growled. “Did he do well?”

“Oh, he did fine. Nothing too extraordinary – making out and a blow job.”

They all salivated for a second over this mental image before going to their
rooms.

*	*	*

Aragorn was walking to his room when he felt a hand on his back. He spun round,
only to be knocked over. He felt lips upon his own and an erection digging into
his stomach.

“Gimli!” he said, astonished.

“Sorry, don’t know what came over me. Goodnight, Strider,” Gimli said shyly,
before running off in the other direction.