You sit at the tiny dinner table, gazing longingly at the meal. Suddenly you remember the bet you made with the boys, and smirk at Gimli and Legolas. They look confused, then they remember as well. They give you a look, clasping their hands together as they beg with their eyes.
"Merry, do you think you could whip up some stew? Legolas and Gimli haven't stopped talking about it since we left Rohan", still holding their gaze and batting your eyelashes innocently. Aragorn, who's beside you, shakes with suppressed laughter, making you fight even harder not to giggle. Merry smiles mischievously.
"Right then, good sirs. Prepare your tastebuds for magic in the form of chunky liquid!" This makes your attempts at bottling up your laughter cripple, and you giggle loudly. Legolas, who sits across from you, kicks your leg, making you laugh harder. Merry returns from the kitchen with Pippin, who holds two bowls of stew and— Oh, no.
"Is that-?" You begin, cut of by Gandalf.
"Pippin's secret recipe of Pale Ale? Why yes, I suppose it is. Punishment for provoking your brother and leaving him and Gimli to apologize for your disruption" He says, taking another drag of his pipe with an amused smile. Your eyes go wide as you look open-mouthed at the rest of the group, noticing Frodo laughing and Sam trying not to and failing miserably.
"What about Aragorn?" You stammer. "He was riding the horse too!" You look at him hopefully.
"Actually, YOU were riding the horse, I was just holding on as a peaceful mediator", he points out, chuckling at your disbelieving look. You stick your tongue out at him, receiving a fresh wave of laughter. Pippin looks at you in mock-hurt.
"Surely you'll drink my recipe, I made it just for you." He says with a mock-cry in his voice. You roll your eyes and gulp nervously. Aragorn puts his hand on the small of your back, earning an inward shiver from you. He brings the tankard to your lips.
"Bottoms up, Y/N ", he pauses. "Don't worry, you'll be too drunk by the end of it to even taste it anymore", he whispers in your ear, making you shiver even more. You nod, putting your hands on the ginormous cup and taking a swig. Your gag reflex is immediately triggered, and you cough loudly, bringing chuckles to everyone. You nod again and bring the tankard back to your mouth, draining the liquid, slowly forgetting the vile taste. You push the cup away again, and Aragorn brings it back up to your lips, slowly dragging his hand down your back, allowing it to rest on your right hip. You look at Legolas through blurry eyes, relieved he doesn't notice the sudden change of position. Aragorn brings his lips back to your ear. "Just a little more, you can do it" He whispers. You nod hazily, and down the rest of the liquid. Gandalf claps, followed by the rest of your company. You get up and pull everyone else into a night of dancing.
-Time travel to about 3 hours later, after everyone else has gone to bed bcuz I can-
After the dancing, you blanked on the rest of the night's events. You stumble into the nearest door you can see, and gasp silently at what you find. Aragorn sits on his bed, his shirt discarded and his pipe in hand. He takes a moment to focus on you in the dark, then rushes over to you as you fall to the floor, catching you and laying you on his bed. He grabs his shirt, lifting your alcohol soaked shirt and pants off your body, replacing it with his dark brown undershirt. You smile lazily at this gesture, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. After he's done, he tucks you in his bed, pulling the quilts over your shoulders. He turns to leave, but you grab his hand.
"Stay, please." He obeys, climbing over you to the other side of the bed. He puts his arm protectively over you, pulling you into his security.
"Thank you" you breathe, and fall asleep in his warmth.
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My my my that was pretty sizzlyyyy
My mom: that is strictly platonic!
Just kidding I'm actually high on sleep deprivation from too much Wattpad at the moment
(Don't do drugs, just give hugs)
I'm aiming for the next chapter to be up by tomorrow night but I don't really know if that'll happen I have friends coming up for a vacation so fingers crossed chapter three's up by then.
Thanks for reading my stories, remember not to take candy from strange vans and drink your holy water(;
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Our Forbidden Love-an LOTR imagine
Fiksi Penggemar"I surrender! I surrender!" You gasp between giggles. He stops tickling you, letting his hands rest on your hips. The horse flies through The Shire, parting the sea of Hobbits milling about. You slow the horse, meeting Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin...
