Title: Choose (Part 3/6) 
Author: Elentari (elentari_elf@hotmail.com)
Pairings: Frodo/Sam with Legolas watching, Frodo/?
Rating: I don’t know, maybe R?
Summary: Merry, Pippin and Sam all have feelings for Frodo. Frodo devises a
competition to choose one. Gimli, Boromir and Aragorn bet on the results.
Disclaimer: These characters aren’t mine, they’re Tolkien’s. 
Authors Note: Feedback plz! This is my first one!
 
PART 3
 
It was the fellowship’s second night in Lothlorien, and Frodo was once again sitting
on his bed blindfolded. The difference was, this time he was waiting in eager
anticipation. Legolas managed to creep in and position himself without Frodo
noticing again.
 
Sam sidled in with a leather bag. He walked up to the bed and kissed Frodo. Frodo
leaned forward to get a better angle, but Sam withdrew and opened his bag. He took
out four more silk scarves.
 
Swiftly and silently, he tied Frodo’s wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Frodo
waited obediently until he could only wriggle a little, and was a prisoner to Sam.
 
Frodo felt his visitor binding his hands and wondered what was going to happen. He
no longer had any control of the situation, which he didn’t like.
 
Sam then climbed on top of Frodo and kissed him hungrily. Frodo was surprised at
Sam’s sudden move - he felt two soft lips upon his. He smiled and pushed his tongue
upwards, tasting his guest and letting his guest taste him. He felt a bulge near his
stomach.
 
Sam, although now excited, decided to stick to his plan. He dismounted Frodo and
stripped him of his clothes. He was pleased to see Frodo looked exactly as he had
fantasised, right down to the hardness. 
 
Frodo felt himself being undressed, and realised that he wasn’t going to see any of
his hobbits, but they would all see him. He felt a bit cheated by this, but, after
all, it was him who’d suggested the blindfold, and he WAS enjoying it!
 
Sam then carefully started kissing Frodo all over his chest. He felt Frodo’s naked
hardness, and after he had completed his task, he pulled his own trousers off and
lay on top of Frodo. He started kissing Frodo again, and their swollen members
touched. Sam reached down and began stroking both Frodo and himself.
 
Frodo was intrigued. His emotions were a mix of horniness, awkwardness and
curiousity. He really wanted to know who his lover was. He broke off the kiss and
moved down to Sam’s neck, where he started giving him a love bite.
 
Sam didn’t realise what was happening until it was too late. He leapt off Frodo and
clasped his hand to his neck. “Shit!” he gasped, before grabbing his clothes and
running out of the room.
 
Frodo was now in trouble. His hobbit had just run off, leaving him tied to a bed,
naked, with an erection like a flagpole. He tried to wriggle out of his bonds, but
the scarves, although silk, were strong and tied tightly.
 
So now he was desperate. He really doubted that his guest would return and there was
no way he could struggle free. His only choice was to shout for help – he had
nothing to lose. Well, actually, there was his dignity, but they were going to find
him anyway, so it might was well be now rather than at breakfast.
 
“Help,” he cried weakly. There was no answer.
 
He waited a while, and realised he was going to have to shout louder. He opened his
mouth to call again, but before he could, he felt a finger on his lips.
 
He stopped straight away. There was a pause. Then, suddenly he felt himself being
kissed fiercely. It was wild, passionate and lusty – it was wonderful. Frodo opened
his mouth and kissed back with all his might.
 
After what seemed like an age, the kiss ended. Frodo desperately wanted more.
 
“Who are you?” he whispered.
 
There was no answer. Instead, he felt the scarf that bound his right hand being
loosened. He quickly squirmed out of it and tore his blindfold off. He looked
around, but there was no one there.
 
Disappointed, Frodo untied himself. He tossed the scarves to one side and had a
quick wank to console himself. He then dressed himself. He was about to get back
into bed when he noticed a leather bag at the foot of it. He picked it up and looked
inside. There were a few more scarves, so he guessed it belonged to his visitor. And
... what was that? Frodo pulled out a leather whip. He stared at it in surprise for
a few seconds before dropping it back into the bag. He thought about it for a few
moments before going to sleep.
 
*     *     *
Legolas met Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli outside his room again.
 
“Who was it this time?” Gimli asked.
 
Legolas looked at Boromir. “Sam,” he said.
 
Boromir gulped. “What happened?” he whispered.
 
Legolas smiled. “Well, first Sam tied Frodo up...”
 
Boromir’s eyes widened.
 
“...and then he kissed him all over his chest.”
 
“Wow,” Boromir breathed. “What happened next?”
 
“Not a whole lot more. They started kissing, and then...and then...” Legolas
actually laughed at this point.
 
“What? WHAT HAPPENED?” Aragorn demanded.
 
“...and then Frodo gave a Sam a hicky! On his neck!”
 
“Oooh! Why’d he do that?” Gimli asked.
 
“I don’t know,” Legolas said. “Either he was so swept up in the moment or he wanted
to know who he was with.”
 
“Poor Sam,” Boromir said with feeling. “Everyone’ll see in the morning. Did he notice?”
 
“Not until it was too late. Then he just ran!” said Legolas.
 
“What? With Frodo still naked and tied to the bed?” Aragorn asked.
 
“Yep,” answered Legolas.
 
The three thought about this for a few seconds.
 
“So...he’s still there?” Gimli asked, wide-eyed.
 
“No! You think I’d just leave him there? I untied him.”
 
“WHAT? Why’d you do that? Now he knows you’re watching him!” Boromir cried.
 
“No-o, I’m an elf, remember? I was out of there before he got the blindfold off,”
Legolas replied smugly.
 
“Ooo,” muttered Gimli. “I’m Legolas, I get to have all the fun. I watch naked
hobbits playing around with each other, and then make sure no one else sees even
one.”
 
Legolas glared at Gimli, wishing he hadn’t left his bow in his room.
 
“Well, that’s what happened. Can I go to bed now?” he asked.
 
The others unwillingly agreed and slipped off. Legolas entered his room, closed the
door and fell on to the bed, savouring the memory of Frodo has he had last seen him.



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