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The Hole Dwellers by Polecat (R)
Fandom: LORD OF THE RINGS
Pairing: Frodo/Sam, Merry/Pippin
Author on LJ: ?
Author Website: Polecat @ West of the Moon
Why this must be read: Something like the hobbit version of a clubfic, 'The Hole Dwellers' isnotorious well known for its unforgettable portrayal of Poledancing Frodo. Set not long before the quest begins, this story provides some fun and games before the storm as the conspirators plot behind Frodo's back and the UST climbs out of control. Frodo's curious and not a little jealous about Sam's confidences with Merry and Pippin, and things come to a head during a drunken pub gig at The Ivy Bush.
Well into the night, or possibly very early in the morning, 'The Best Beer-Boozing Brandybuck in the Bush' was satisfied that had performed his duty towards Ned and would now like to dance. 'The Peregrinating Took' agreed but pointed out the rather awkward fact that was no room left. Hobbits were dancing not only in the cleared area in front of the musicians, but also between the tables.
A distinct scoff was heard. This scoff was produced by 'The Baggins with the Best Bottom' - and the appeal had not even been fully lodged before it was turned down summarily and unanimously - who pronounced them utterly blind to all the space before them. Three hobbits glanced around the inn, asking "Where?" in varying states of confusion and inebriation. The confusion only increased when they turned their heads back, to find that the Best Bottom had disappeared, and so had the Baggins attached to it.
Sam always held back on the ale at such gatherings. It was one thing, drinking at the Green Dragon with his brothers or friends but quite another when he was drinking with his betters. Apart from not wishing to risk making a spectacle of himself, unlikely though that might be, the drinking prowess of Merry and Pippin when intent on a good time often meant that his services were required to help them back to Bag End. Other, more recent events gave added impetus to his usual resolve. The incident of Aunt Petunia's concert plagued his mind. He had indeed been very drunk that night so he could not be sure. Frodo might have run cool fingers through his hair and then kissed him on the lips, breathlessly lightly, after he thought Sam was asleep, or he might not have. It was surely just another dream. By the time Sam had opened his eyes to check, it was already morning.
On top of everything, the fact that they were stationed at the Gaffer's favourite watering hole, provided a solid reason on its own to keep his head fairly clear. Not that the Gaffer wouldn't eventually hear about anything that went on in the Dragon or any other inn in the Shire, but the publican of the Ivy Bush had an affable nature and a talent for subtly embellishing a story such that it always remained believable.
Unfortunately, tonight's tale would require little in the way of tinkering as it was already pushing the bounds of credibility.
Frodo was up on a table, dancing.
The Hole Dwellers
Pairing: Frodo/Sam, Merry/Pippin
Author on LJ: ?
Author Website: Polecat @ West of the Moon
Why this must be read: Something like the hobbit version of a clubfic, 'The Hole Dwellers' is
Well into the night, or possibly very early in the morning, 'The Best Beer-Boozing Brandybuck in the Bush' was satisfied that had performed his duty towards Ned and would now like to dance. 'The Peregrinating Took' agreed but pointed out the rather awkward fact that was no room left. Hobbits were dancing not only in the cleared area in front of the musicians, but also between the tables.
A distinct scoff was heard. This scoff was produced by 'The Baggins with the Best Bottom' - and the appeal had not even been fully lodged before it was turned down summarily and unanimously - who pronounced them utterly blind to all the space before them. Three hobbits glanced around the inn, asking "Where?" in varying states of confusion and inebriation. The confusion only increased when they turned their heads back, to find that the Best Bottom had disappeared, and so had the Baggins attached to it.
Sam always held back on the ale at such gatherings. It was one thing, drinking at the Green Dragon with his brothers or friends but quite another when he was drinking with his betters. Apart from not wishing to risk making a spectacle of himself, unlikely though that might be, the drinking prowess of Merry and Pippin when intent on a good time often meant that his services were required to help them back to Bag End. Other, more recent events gave added impetus to his usual resolve. The incident of Aunt Petunia's concert plagued his mind. He had indeed been very drunk that night so he could not be sure. Frodo might have run cool fingers through his hair and then kissed him on the lips, breathlessly lightly, after he thought Sam was asleep, or he might not have. It was surely just another dream. By the time Sam had opened his eyes to check, it was already morning.
On top of everything, the fact that they were stationed at the Gaffer's favourite watering hole, provided a solid reason on its own to keep his head fairly clear. Not that the Gaffer wouldn't eventually hear about anything that went on in the Dragon or any other inn in the Shire, but the publican of the Ivy Bush had an affable nature and a talent for subtly embellishing a story such that it always remained believable.
Unfortunately, tonight's tale would require little in the way of tinkering as it was already pushing the bounds of credibility.
Frodo was up on a table, dancing.
The Hole Dwellers