Title: Choose (Part 4/6) Author: Elentari (elentari_elf@hotmail.com) Pairings: Pippin/Merry, Frodo/Merry with Legolas watching Rating: R probably 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: I am not making any money from this. I did not make these characters or their surroundings. And worst of all, I don’t own any of the hobbits! Authors Note: Email me with any thoughts! PART 4 It was 4 o’ clock in the morning. Sam burst into Pippin’s room. “Pippin, I can’t wait ‘til sunrise, look at…” Sam trailed off. “Merry?” he asked hesitantly. Merry reappeared, his head poking out from under the blankets near Pippin’s feet. “We got bored,” he explained feebly. Sam thought for a few seconds, trying to prioritise his thoughts. He finally decided that his own issue was more pressing. “Pippin...and Merry, I guess...you’ve got to help me! Frodo gave me a hicky! The second he sees me tomorrow, he’ll know I was with him tonight...and the rest of the fellowship and the elves will know I was with someone!” he whispered urgently. “Well, what can we do about it?” Pippin asked. “I don’t know,” Sam replied. “Do either of you have a scarf or something?” Both hobbits shook their heads. “And another thing,” Sam continued. “I kind of...well...I sort of...in a way...I might have...well, I tied him up,” “You did WHAT???” Merry spluttered. “And then...well, when I realised he had given me the hicky...I sort of ran and...left him...” “So...bugger it Sam, you mean, Frodo’s still tied up there?” Pippin asked disbelievingly. “Yes. And he might be...a little bit naked,” poor Sam mumbled. “Just a little bit? Is it enough to be interesting?” Merry smirked. “OK, so he’s totally naked. Happy?” Sam snapped. “Delirious,” Pippin sighed. “And did you tie him...tightly?” “I’m a bloody gardener! I was in the Hobbiton League of Helpful Badgers when I was lad! I’ve tied knots since before I could talk! Of course I tied him bloody tightly!” Sam exploded indignantly. “Just trying to establish facts,” Pippin apologised. “You can hardly go and untie him now. Maybe someone else will,” offered Merry. “Oh that would be bloody fantastic. I can just imagine Celeborn walking in there now. ‘Oh, hello Frodo. Got yourself in a bit of trouble there? Who did this to you? You don’t know? Ah, I see. A hobbit with a bloody great hicky on his neck’. Marvellous,” Sam ranted. “Well, then there’s nothing any of us can do until morning,” Pippin said sharply. There was a pause. “I have an idea. To do with the hicky problem.” Sam said hopefully. “You two could give each other hickies! That would confuse him!” This suggestion was laughed away. “Sorry, Sam,” Merry said. “Look, I’m sure no one’ll even notice it.” * * * “Everyone is staring at me,” Sam hissed at Merry and Pippin as they walked outside to get breakfast. It was true. It was broad daylight and the bruise on Sam’s neck couldn’t have been more obvious if it had been shooting fire. “There he is!” Boromir whispered to Gimli, Legolas and Aragorn as Sam emerged. “And there IT is!” Gimli added. “Wow!” Aragorn gasped. “How did he not notice THAT happening?” “Poor guy. He must know everyone can see it,” Boromir sympathised. Frodo looked up from his book on elven legends to see 3 nervous hobbits coming towards him. They all sat down next to him. “Hi, Frodo,” Pippin mumbled to the object of his devotion. “Hello, Pip,” Frodo said, but hardly noticed he was saying it as he was staring at Sam’s neck. So that was who it had been. “How did he escape?” Merry whispered quietly to Pippin. Before any more could be said, Gimli strolled up to their little group. “Hello, everyone!” he boomed. “Oh, Sam, what have you done to your neck?” There was a long, long silence. “Well,” Sam croaked eventually. “um, yesterday evening, I was, um, practising fighting with, um, Pippin, y’know, and he got a bit, um, overexcited and, um, threw a stick at my neck.” “Oh!” Gimli roared, “what rotten luck! Still, got to keep in practice, hey boys?” “Yes, Gimli,” the hobbits chorused obediently, though Merry muttered ‘bloody pervert’ under his breath. They were all relieved when he walked off. “Well,” Frodo said, staring into Sam’s eyes. “I believe this is yours then.” He dropped a leather bag next to Sam. Sam’s mouth opened in horror. Merry and Pippin squealed with excitement. Frodo stood up to leave. “Poor Sam,” he thought, “he looks absolutely mortified. And hey, he did come back and untie me.” “And so,” he continued, “is this.” Frodo brushed a gentle kiss against Sam’s cheek. “Thanks for coming back,” he whispered to the bewildered hobbit, then withdrew, smiled, and made his exit with everyone staring at him. Now it was Pippin and Merry with their mouths open and Sam squealing with delight. * * * For the last time, Frodo sat on his bed with his blindfold on. For the last time, Legolas crept in and took up his usual position. For the last time, an excited hobbit was silhouetted in the doorway of the room. Merry walked forwards and sat next to Frodo on his bed. He leant forwards and kissed him affectionately at first, but with increasing passion. Frodo tried pulling his hobbit towards him, but found to his surprise that the kiss was broken off suddenly. He waited for a few minutes for something to happen, but he could sense no movement. He was about to say something, but at that moment, he heard soft sobbing coming from the end of the bed. “What is it?” he asked gently. He didn’t expect an answer, so was surprised when a voice whispered back to him. “I’m sorry,” it said. It was too quiet to tell if it was Merry or Pippin. For all Frodo could tell, it could have been Gimli. “Sorry? For what?” Frodo murmured. “What you were doing was great...just take it up from there and it’ll all be fine,” he continued, blindly reaching for Merry. “No...I can’t...I’m sorry...”the voice gasped. Ah. Right. Virgin hobbit. Frodo sighed. The younger ones were always so scared the first time. “I totally understand,” Frodo sympathised quietly. “I remember my first time, I was worried too. I mean, I was with a more experienced hobbit as well, but it really makes things less complicated and a lot more fun. For example this hobbit could curl his tongue in a way that meant when he...anyway, you won’t regret it.” “What? WHAT?” For the first time, the voice was raised, but was still hardly above a whisper. “You think...oh no...believe me, this is hardly a first.” “Then what IS it?” Frodo cried, embarrassed for having gone off on a tangent about his sexual history. “I just...well, a few reasons really. Firstly, I want a real relationship. I love you Frodo, and I want you to be with me because you return my love, not because I give a fantastic blowjob.” Frodo thought for a second. “Well maybe I could love you and you could give me a fantastic blow job,” he tried feebly. The voice ignored him. “And the second reason is... I think that this arrangement is hardly fair on you. You have no say as to what goes on – you’re completely at my mercy. Of I wanted to, I could dress you up as Legolas, feed you all sorts of aphrodisiacs, chain you to a chair and get Boromir to sketch pictures of us in compromising positions...just an example of course,” the voice added hastily. Legolas started at the mention of his name. Of course, he’d noticed Merry looking between him and Frodo, but he’d always that that the young hobbit had suspected a scandale. It’d never crossed his mind that Merry might’ve been constructing his little fantasy...ewww... “My point is,” the voice continued, “I’d rather that when...if we have sex, we can work out what we want to do together.” Frodo sighed. He could see he wasn’t going to get lucky that night. “Ah well,” he said to the hobbit. “I respect your decision. Guess you’d better go then.” “Yeah,” the voice said reluctantly. Merry got up and walked away. He was almost at the door when he heard Frodo’s voice. “Just out of curiousity, what would have happened if...y’know...” “More kissing, and a 69 if I could have manoeuvred it. Good night.” Frodo heard the footsteps die away and frowned in disappointment. He reached round to untie his blindfold, but suddenly he sensed a lot of movement and a hand stopped his hand and lips stopped his questions. Frodo was surprised, but not so surprised that he backed away. How about that? Hobbits couldn’t resist him! He kissed back and put up no resistance when his hand was led away from his blindfold. He started undoing the buttons on his shirt and was helped by his admirer’s eager fingers. Frodo felt his partner move away, and heard the rustle of clothing being removed. The next thing he knew, he was being tugged out of his breeches. After this – nothing. What the hell was going on? Frodo felt quite insulted. He was lying as seductively as a hobbit could when it was naked and had the beginnings of an erection (which is pretty damn seductively), and he was being ignored. All he could hear was frenzied scuffling and frustrated sighs. Finally, realisation dawned. “It’s in my bag. Under my bed,” he said. The bed shook as Frodo’s visitor dived under it, then emerged triumphant. He softly traced his finger down Frodo’s arm, then kissed his neck softly. Frodo could feel a warm body near his, and hot breaths brushed against his neck. He heard his intricate oil bottle being screwed open, and a few seconds later, an inquisitive finger slipped inside him. He gasped, the suddenness surprising him. A second finger followed, then a third, and when Frodo was wide enough, his partner slided into him with the ease of an expert. Agony flirted with ecstasy as the pair rocked together, thrusting and arching as one. Every push edged Frodo nearer to orgasm, especially as his partner was rhythmically stroking his cock as well. Frodo bit into his pillow to stop himself from screaming out loud and waking everyone in Lothlorien. “Don’t stop,” he groaned, “please, never stop.” For while it seemed that Frodo would have his wish. The thrusts became quicker and more urgent, and both partners were burning with anticipation. Frodo’s cock was skilfully stroked, the sensitive skin brushed with care. His orgasm was nearing, and by the feel of things, so was his partners. He dived and thrust and arched and moaned, then, suddenly, Frodo released his seed into his admirer’s hands, and he felt hot liquid flow into him. He cried with pleasure and satisfaction. “That was...that was amazing,” he sighed happily. He heard nothing. “Are you still there?” he asked. He took off his blindfold. The room was empty. “Bugger,” he muttered. Ah well, he would make his decision soon enough, and then he would be well satisfied! * * * “That took longer than usual,” Aragorn said reproachfully when Legolas returned to his room. “Well, IT took longer than usual,” replied Legolas. “Bloody hell, we’ve been waiting long enough. What happened?” demanded Boromir. “It was Merry,” Legolas said calmly. “Fucking genius,” Gimli growled. “And?” “And...well, ultimately, Frodo got buggered,” said Legolas. They all gasped. “He...they...” Aragorn attempted. “Bit cheeky,” Boromir said. “Did he like it?” Gimli asked. “If the noises he was making were anything to go by,” Legolas replied. Boromir gave a long, low whistle. “That’s it then. They find out tomorrow,” Aragorn said, subtly brushing his fingers against Boromir’s ass. Boromir breathed slightly more quickly. “So it’s the end,” Gimli said sadly. They all sighed in disappointment and retired.