Class: Drabble, Silly fic
Pairings: Aragorn/Frodo
Ratings: G, slash
He wouldn�t do it. Never! He stomped his foot and with both his arms crossed over his chest, the hobbit pressed his lips together and glared up at the ridiculously dressed man standing in front of him.
�Frodo, you promised!�
The blue-eyed hobbit continued to glare at the human, who was currently wearing his royal robes with the addition of a long tail tied to his belt, and upon his head was a hat made from skins with two pointy ears with fur coming from it. He looked positively silly, but even such outrageous garb still looked better than what Frodo had been forced to put on.
�I won the chess game fair and square and therefore I got to choose the costume first.� Aragorn said.
�You cheated!�
�I did not!�
�You distracted me! Howling like that and threatening to eat me! Then you ravished me right there on the table. How was I suppose to think rationally after that? I won�t wear it. I won�t!�
The Hobbit turned away, refusing to give in. The tall Ranger bent down and, with his eyes narrowing and becoming more predatory, he reached out and pulled the Ringbearer closer to his body.
Frodo, watching this move carefully, suddenly felt a tingling sensation running up and down his spine.
�It�s just for one night love. If you don�t go to the ball you will be missed. What would the annual Masquerade be without the Ringbearer? Think of the food that shall be waiting. Frodo, you must go in costume, it's tradition. Besides, these were the last costumes available-- and you look positively adorable!�
Frodo only shook his head, his fingers suddenly stroking the white curly fur that surrounded his upper body. It was quite soft, and since it was nearing winter it certainly kept the cold chill away in the castle. If only it didn�t have the ridiculous horns up above his head that made him look, well, stupid. Yes, that was the word he had been looking for. Stupid.
�No!�
Aragorn sighed at the lovable sight before him. Frodo had never looked so delicious or so tempting a treat.
�Please, Frodo.�
Sighing loudly and rolling his eyes dramatically, Frodo finally caved in. After all, he was hungry.
�Fine, I will go to the party, but I will get even with you for this. It was very unfair of you to snap up the wolf costume leaving me to dress up as a sheep!�
�Good, now say it...�
Frodo only shook his head.
�Come on baby, you know I want it!�
�Never.�
�I am your King...I command it.�
The Hobbit only glared back at him insolently. Frodo's eyes widened when he felt something hot brush his neck and a low cry emanated beside his ear.
�Hoooowwwwl!�
Frodo looked back at him furiously.
�Damn you.�
Then finally Frodo spoke one word in a low, seductive voice. �Baa!�
The next thing Frodo knew, he�d been snatched up into Aragorn�s arms and thrown over his back like a sack of potatoes, and was being carried up a flight of stairs.
�Wait, this isn�t the way to the ballroom! Aragorn!�
�No, but it is to the bedroom.�
�Aragorn, I�m hungry.�
�So am I, and I intend to have my own feast! I shall dine on sheep this evening.�
Giggling uncontrollably, Frodo called out again as he'd been commanded.
�Baa!�
The King and the Ringbearer never did make it to the feast.
The End