Sophinisba Solis (
sophinisba) wrote2006-07-03 06:08 pm
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Five Word Round Robin
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Remember, crack is good!
I'll start:
Frodo hadn't expected to see
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Remember, crack is good!
I'll start:
Frodo hadn't expected to see
anything as presterous as a
Dwarf wearing a pink tutu
Twirling a baton while marching
Not in February, at least.
(Pink tu-tus were for May)
Nevertheless, Gimli's baton-twirling skills were
hazardous at best. So Frodo
took matters into his own
hands. He sent Legolas to
fetch Merry and Pippin, who
hopefully were still fully clothed.
To Frodo's astonishment, his cousins
were, and not only that, they
were wearing lipstick and eyeliner.
"How peculiar!" Frodo said. Merry
and Pippin had never seemed
quite so... appealing. Frodo would
never have guessed that his
little cousin had experience in
transforming himself this way. Pippin
looked his way, then started
licking his lips, in a
(an) even more appealing manner. "Hullo,
Frodo," he said lustily. "What
timing you have. Merry and
I were just getting ready
to have sex. Would you
care to join us?" Frodo
found that he nodded enthusiastically.
"Where did you get the
make-up?" Frodo asked. "Does
Legolas know that you - ?" But
Pippin stopped him, using his
link
soft, painted lips and his
hands, too. "No need for
those types of questions," Pippin
said, then doing something interesting
with Frodo's own clothing, which
Frodo had to help along.
were deep into their cups.
The other hobbits were slow
and dim-witted, so they continued
to applaud Gimli's routine, despite
a flaming balrog running rampant.
no subject
but soon, Merry appeared, wheeling
an unconscious Aragorn, who was
murmuring something about beautiful, naked
hobbit lads covered in creamy
melted chocolate, with strawberries. Merry
was so shocked he lost
control of the wheelbarrow, spilling
Aragorn into a manure heap!
And then came the Rangers
Who saved their odorous mate
Before he ended up jailbound.
"Who did this to you?"
"A Dwarf in pink tu-tu!"
"He did. The strange one."
"The one twirling the baton?"
"Yes. The baton with fire."
umm... that's not a baton.
AIII! That's a balrog... RUN!
"NO!" cried Frodo, having flashblacks
"It's just a little thing!"
Gimli grabbed his pink tutu
and threw it over Legolas.
Frodo thought Legolas looked much
better with it than Gimli
but not as nice as
Merry might of. The color
complemented Legolas's lips, and Frodo
wondered what it would take
to get Legolas to open
up to that idea. He'd
open up his mouth easily
and maybe Legolas would then
put that pretty pink mouth
to use, and suck him
as Frodo let his hands
grip that pretty yellow hair.
"Legolas," he says softly, "would
his eyes to the possibilities
, not only of crossdressing but
bondage and domination also, so
to further elf/hobbit relationships,
he produced whips and cuffs
and hopefully, plenty of honey
and taught the elf how
to spead his limbs in
total submission to please another.
Everyone, even the Balrog, stopped
to see Frodo work his
tongue over the elf's quivering
skin, paying special attention to
parts that stuck out invitingly.
Frodo sucked the elf's shaft
, his rosy mouth tight around
the mushroom-shaped head. He took
his time, making Legolas thrash
helplessly against his bonds. He
stroked and sucked and everyone
watched, placing bets on when
elvish control would break. Aragorn
woke and saw that Frodo
was usurping his kingly perogatives.
hobbits did it in the
dungeons of the brothels. Frodo
applied all his skills, causing
unbelievable agony and ectasy to
the immortal elf. Legolas never
knew how pain could feel
so good. "Beautiful hobbit," he
pleaded, "Hurt me. Make me yours!"
"Elves like it rough, huh?"
"Think you're ready for me?"
Legolas moaned. Frodo grasped his
cock and thrust completely in,
growling at the exquisite friction
(.) Legolas howled. Frodo was bigger
than he expected, a giant
even amongst elves! It was
like being fucked for the
prettier in pink. The Balrog
, however, was clearly jealous of
Legolas' blond hair and exquisitely
generous crotch, so he grabbed
a handful before Gimli could
and dipped him in caramel.
But Gimli wanted the cherry
so they flipped for him.
Alas, Aragorn had taken Legolas
yesterday. He had no cherry!
Besides, Legolas was busy elsewhere.
Frodo was shagging him senseless.
Pippin that morning, most especially
not before second breakfast. "How
pleasant! But Pippin, where are
you heading with no trousers
this morning?" Pippin looked surprised,
and Frodo wondered if there
even was an explantion he
wanted to hear. He'd rather
just invite Pippin inside - he
decided to do just that.
"Thanks," Pippin muttered. "Was getting
a stiff.. breeze.. up my
tired of standing on your
doorstep. Are you going to
steps here, wanted to get
laid. Now, do me, quick!
inside and, well, get started
- I mean, my trousers are
irrevocably lost, so I need
another pair. Or proper distraction,
I suppose that would work
- how does that sound?" Frodo
thought that sounded perfectly reasonable.
Pippin must have guessed that,
for he was already pushing
Frodo inside, without much concern
for Frodo's balance or the
door, which had been left
wide open as Frodo's blue
eyes. Pippin and Frodo went
down on their knees at
the umbrella stand. "Oh, Frodo - "
Pippin gasped, " - did you really
mean it, in your letter?"
Okay, I'm full of lame, but, uh, surely you can work with that.
*tips hat*
And Frodo, who had been
ratehr occupied with the fastenings
and with kissing, was perplexed
with Pippin's question. "What are
you -- ?" but Pippin too was
interested in certain buttons, and
Frodo was content to let