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> More suspicious folks --
>
> Bilbo: not a real burglar, cheats at riddles.
>
> Frodo: goes by "Baggins," but he's more than half Brandybuck, I hear
> tell.
>
> Samwise: after being caught red-handed, still denies eavesdropping.
> Not really a mighty Elven warrior (or even a Tark).
>
> Tom Bombadil: delusional sociopathic hermit. Talks to trees, nutty as
> a fruitcake, poor fashion sense.
>
> Bret
>
http://boredoftherings.150m.com/bored_prelude.html
"Do you like what you doth see...?" said the voluptuous elf-maiden as she
provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded, shadowy
glories within. Frito's throat was dry, though his head reeled with
desire and ale.
She slipped off the flimsy garment and strode toward the fascinated
boggie unashamed of her nakedness. She ran a perfect hand along his hairy
toes, and he helplessly watched them curl with the fierce insistent
wanting of her.
"Let me make thee more comfortable," she whispered hoarsely, fiddling
with the clasps of his jerkin, loosening his sword belt with a laugh.
"Touch me, oh touch me," she crooned.
Frito's hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the
delicate swelling of her elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around
her tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest.
"Toes, I love hairy toes," she moaned, forcing him down on the silvered
carpet. Her tiny pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his instep while
Frito's nose sought out the warmth of her precious elf-navel.
"But I'm so small and hairy, and...and you're so beautiful," Frito
whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters.
The elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held
him more firmly to her faunlike body. "There is one thing you must do for
me first," she whispered into one tufted ear.
"Anything," sobbed Frito, growing frantic with his need. "Anything!"
She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling. "The Ring," she
said. "I must have your Ring."
Frito's whole body tensed. "Oh no," he cried, "not that! Anything
but...that."
"I must have it," she said both tenderly and fiercely. "I must have the
Ring!"
Frito's eyes blurred with tears and confusion. "I can't," he said. "I
musn't!"
But he knew resolve was no longer strong in him. Slowly, the elf-maiden's
hand inched toward the chain in his vest pocket, closer and closer it
came to the Ring Frito had guarded so faithfully...
> More suspicious folks --
>
> Bilbo: not a real burglar, cheats at riddles.
>
> Frodo: goes by "Baggins," but he's more than half Brandybuck, I hear
> tell.
>
> Samwise: after being caught red-handed, still denies eavesdropping.
> Not really a mighty Elven warrior (or even a Tark).
>
> Tom Bombadil: delusional sociopathic hermit. Talks to trees, nutty as
> a fruitcake, poor fashion sense.
>
> Bret
>
http://boredoftherings.150m.com/bored_prelude.html
"Do you like what you doth see...?" said the voluptuous elf-maiden as she
provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded, shadowy
glories within. Frito's throat was dry, though his head reeled with
desire and ale.
She slipped off the flimsy garment and strode toward the fascinated
boggie unashamed of her nakedness. She ran a perfect hand along his hairy
toes, and he helplessly watched them curl with the fierce insistent
wanting of her.
"Let me make thee more comfortable," she whispered hoarsely, fiddling
with the clasps of his jerkin, loosening his sword belt with a laugh.
"Touch me, oh touch me," she crooned.
Frito's hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the
delicate swelling of her elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around
her tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest.
"Toes, I love hairy toes," she moaned, forcing him down on the silvered
carpet. Her tiny pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his instep while
Frito's nose sought out the warmth of her precious elf-navel.
"But I'm so small and hairy, and...and you're so beautiful," Frito
whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters.
The elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held
him more firmly to her faunlike body. "There is one thing you must do for
me first," she whispered into one tufted ear.
"Anything," sobbed Frito, growing frantic with his need. "Anything!"
She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling. "The Ring," she
said. "I must have your Ring."
Frito's whole body tensed. "Oh no," he cried, "not that! Anything
but...that."
"I must have it," she said both tenderly and fiercely. "I must have the
Ring!"
Frito's eyes blurred with tears and confusion. "I can't," he said. "I
musn't!"
But he knew resolve was no longer strong in him. Slowly, the elf-maiden's
hand inched toward the chain in his vest pocket, closer and closer it
came to the Ring Frito had guarded so faithfully...
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