FIC: A HOBBIT, CAUGHT OFF HIS GUARD 6/? 
 
AUTHOR: Lily Baggins 
 
PAIRING: Frodo/Aragorn/Arwen 
 
RATING: NC-17 Sex.  
 
WARNING: HET CONTENT. There is heterosexual hobbit/elf action in this  
chapter. A LOT of it. You've been warned. ;)  
 
Disclaimers. The usual. I make no money off of this and do not own  
these characters, much to my chagrin. They belong to Tolkien  
Enterprises and New Line Productions, and I only give them  
interesting---and usually unpleasant---ways to spend their time. 
 
**This fic is dedicated to Baranduin, who inspired it---especially  
with her Come Athelas! story. :)  
 
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm going to follow book canon a tad here (imagine  
that!) If you recall, Aragorn wasn't appointed to go with Frodo on  
the Quest until the hobbits had been at Rivendell for at least two  
months---he never voiced his intention to accompany Frodo at the  
Council (although he did pledge his loyalty at Bree in the books) So,  
I'm going to use that to my story's advantage.  
 
*** 
 
One thought pranced through the befuddled brain of Frodo Baggins as  
he lay sprawled on top of the Lady Arwen's nude body, staring down at  
the erect pink nipples only inches from his mouth. 
 
 
*I would kiss Otho Sackville-Baggins if only Fatty Bolger could see  
me now.*  
 
 
For years Frodo had endured Fatty's ribbing on account of his lack of  
experience with the fairer sex. And yet here he was, Arwen guiding  
his trembling hand across the silky hair at the apex of her legs to  
the nub of hot flesh just beneath.  
 
 
"This is a female's greatest pleasure zone, Frodo," she  
whispered. "For hobbits and humans as well as elves." 
 
 
Hobbits? For a split second Frodo considered turning a good profit  
from selling this information to the fellows at the Green Dragon.  
Judging from conversations he'd been privy to, it would benefit some  
hobbit wives. . . . he bet even Fatty didn't know such things . . .  
but the image of Fatty was a definite mood-killer and Frodo diverted  
his thoughts back to the present before he deflated any. 
 
 
And the present was heady. Feeling more self-conscious than he could  
ever remember, the hobbit caressed the spot between Arwen's soft  
folds and then, curious as all Bagginses are, he moved his hand down  
further and found her warm, slick opening, his eyes widening as his  
index finger slipped inside. She gasped and shuddered, arching her  
slim white neck back in pleasure, and he felt himself becoming  
lightheaded with the prospect of entering that dark, special place.  
With Aragorn watching.  
 
 
Ah, Aragorn. Next to them the man lay stretched out, his eyes  
admiring the elf's and hobbit's bodies; their dark heads and pale  
skin nearly a perfect match to each other. Frodo tried not to think  
about the fact that he was about to lose his virginity in front of  
the one whom he most wanted to impress in Middle-earth. It was agony  
and ecstasy---nearly too much to handle. For not the first time that  
evening, the hobbit cursed his inexperience.  
 
 
He'd always preferred his studies to the stress of courting. And the  
knowledge that if his carelessness sired a child, he would *have* to  
marry the lass had been enough to dissuade him from participating in  
certain activities. Could elves get pregnant, Frodo wondered? He  
didn't know. He knew no elves had given birth for centuries, but  
Arwen was different---surely she and Aragorn were planning to produce  
heirs. In an instant Frodo's thoughts were spinning like an  
inferno . . . no, no . . . he had to breathe, and right now--- 
 
 
A hand came down on his shoulder and the hobbit realized he was  
reeling. "Frodo, relax," Aragorn said softly, his eyes  
concerned. "You looked as if you were about to pass out for a moment  
there. Are you all right?" 
 
 
"Yes, yes . . . I was just . . . thinking for a moment." 
 
 
Aragorn laughed. "Leave it to a hobbit to be thinking at such a time.  
Well, stop thinking and just do. It's hazardous to devote *all* of  
your time to thought, my friend. Relax." Smiling, he leaned over and  
whispered softly, causing Frodo's face to redden to the tips of his  
pointed ears. "Just try it, Frodo. I guarantee she will like it." 
 
 
Hesitantly, Frodo clasped Arwen's waist and lowered his head,  
gingerly taking one dark areola in his mouth and sucking gently. From  
her moans, he apparently was doing something right. Feeling a bit  
more confident, he slid his hands over her smooth body, gliding them  
over hips and buttocks and entwining them in her dark tresses.  
 
 
"Do you find me pleasing?" she asked, smiling.  
 
 
"Oh, yes . . . such loveliness in living thing I've never seen nor  
imagined," he murmured as he moved his lips off her breast to go  
lower, now swirling his tongue in circles about her belly, nearly  
down to the dark mound of hair between her legs. He was finding he  
rather enjoyed this, and by the small noises Arwen was making, Frodo  
thought he might even have a talent for it.  
 
 
She caressed him in turn, her hands splaying on his buttocks, and  
then held her arms out, beckoning.  
 
 
"Come here to me, Frodo . . . my fair and enticing halfling." 
 
 
He looked up at her and her gaze seeming to pierce him with desire  
and yet understanding. Smiling, he wriggled up---the friction of his  
erect leaking member sliding over her skin causing him to nearly  
hyperventilate---until his lips were even with hers as she drew his  
head down into a hungry kiss. Arwen's mouth was wet and sweet . . .  
extremely inviting . . . if a bit different---and definitely less  
irritating to Frodo's facial skin---than Aragorn's.  
 
 
Out of his peripheral vision Frodo could see that the ranger was  
still watching them intently, his own member stiff and gleaming.  
 
 
Suddenly Arwen reached down wrapped one slim hand about Frodo's  
pulsing shaft, nearly causing him to jump. He moaned as she stroked  
him, his penis growing harder than he ever recalled when he pleasured  
himself. Oh, he needed release desperately and he needed it *now.*  
And never having done this before, he was quite afraid he might not  
be able to hold out as long as he needed to.  
 
 
"Lady Arwen," Frodo gasped as he broke the kiss, "I'm not  
certain . . ." 
 
 
"Enough talk, Ring-bearer. Come inside me now . . ."  
 
 
"Yes," the hobbit breathed. "I am ready . . . " He wanted to be  
inside her slickness that very moment---and he began to scoot down  
the length of her body to ----"Ouch!" Frodo grimaced suddenly at a  
sharp pressure at the back of his neck and the feeling that his hair  
was about to be yanked out by its roots.  
 
 
Immediately Aragorn sat up and Arwen stared at the hobbit, her eyes  
wide.  
 
 
"Frodo, is it your shoulder?" the ranger asked, concerned. "Lie down  
and allow me to look at it." 
 
 
"No, no, it's not my shoulder. Uh, help, please?" 
 
 
Aragorn chuckled as he saw what the problem was. Arwen's Evenstar  
pendant and Frodo's silver chain bearing the Ring were tangled in a  
messy knot, and as soon as the hobbit had tried to pull away his  
chain had also gotten twisted up the curly hair at his nape. 
 
 
"Just a moment, Frodo, and I'll loosen it . . ." Something in the  
situation amused Aragorn greatly and he was having difficulty trying  
not to laugh at the hobbit's scowling expression. "If you would move  
the Ring out of the way as I . . . that's it . . ."  
 
 
Frodo shivered as the ranger's nimble fingers lifted his hair away  
from his neck and unclasped the chain, working the ends to untangle  
it from Arwen's pendant. He didn't find the situation at all funny.  
 
 
"Don't move," Aragorn commanded, his breath hot in Frodo's ear, "or  
we shall really have a mess here and will have to take the scissors  
to your hair to get this out. Which would be a shame." As he said it  
Aragorn's lips brushed the back of the hobbit's neck, soothing.  
 
 
"I don't care---do whatever you have to do, but hurry, please," Frodo  
said miserably, feeling like a fool as he tried to hold very still,  
his testicles aching. He immediately tried to think of something to  
ease the pressure, and an image of Fatty Bolger cropped up in his  
mind unbidden. But a moment later Aragorn had untangled the chain and  
the hobbit was freed.  
 
 
"There," the ranger said with a gentle kiss to the top of Frodo's  
head and one to Arwen's lips, "I shortened it so that will not happen  
again. Now, please continue . . . I find it most titillating to  
watch." 
 
 
"Mmmm . . . you should be on the receiving end, Estel," Arwen said.  
 
 
Aragorn's eyes twinkled as he looked from his beloved to Frodo. "Soon  
enough, I plan to be." His voice was very matter-of-fact, his eyes  
never leaving the hobbit's.  
 
 
Frodo stared at him, feeling his erection making itself known again.  
Then, wasting no time, the hobbit slid down between Arwen's spread  
legs, stroking her thighs.  
 
 
"Allow me, Frodo." Moving toward him, Aragorn gently wrapped a hand  
about the hobbit's penis, his hands caressing the silky skin before  
parting Arwen's delicate folds and guiding Frodo to the elf's moist  
vulva.  
 
 
Clutching at Arwen's hips Frodo pushed in slowly, holding his breath  
at the enticing sight of his member disappearing. "Ohhhh . . ." was  
all he could manage to say, closing his eyes for a moment in  
delight. She gripped him snugly---not too tight, but not too loose  
either. He'd been afraid she would be disappointed that he had not  
the girth of a man, but the look on her face told him otherwise. Once  
fully enveloped he pulled his penis out slowly, his eyes growing  
round at the sensation, before thrusting back in.  
 
 
"Oh, that's perfect, Frodo," Arwen gasped, her hands clasping his  
bottom to pull him deep inside. "Now go a bit faster." 
 
 
Needing no further encouragement he found a purchase about her waist  
and began pumping, his knees and feet mussing the bedclothes with  
each thrust. Next to them, Aragorn's eyes were glued to the scene as  
he stroked his own stiff, glistening member.  
 
 
Frodo, remembering what Arwen had taught him earlier, rubbed the nub  
between the elf-maid's legs with a finger to give her added pleasure,  
and her face broke into a broad grin. "Oh . . . you *are* an . . .  
apt pupil, aren't you . . . oh my . . ." 
 
 
Arwen's hips moved with Frodo's as they rocked, the pleasurable  
spasms growing almost unendurably intense for both. Suddenly the  
hobbit felt a masculine hand stroking the cleft of his buttocks--- 
around his hole, but not daring to enter. Aragorn's hand, moving  
lower to cup Frodo's sac--- 
 
 
The hobbit was going over the edge. He cried out as he climaxed,  
shooting hot streams into the elf beneath him, and Arwen came only  
moments later, arching her back and moaning Frodo's and Aragorn's  
names. At the same time, Aragorn's cry of release as he came by his  
own hand intermingled.  
 
 
Once Frodo had spent all his seed he flopped down atop Arwen's bosom,  
feeling quite boneless, as he watched Aragorn and Arwen exchange a  
kiss. 
 
 
To be continued