The After-dinner Exploits of Beregond and Pippin

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[Rated NC-17 for interspecies smut]

Pippin: I've never had such a meal, Beregond! Will they have more tomorrow? *with one hand on my belly just in case I might tip over, I trail behind you as I talk, noticing that you seem to be having a much easier time in walking. I recognise this area as the place we passed after first arriving, what the bellhop called the main concourse. Only this time I notice sometime I had not before -- the green under my feet. As green as the grass in the Shire, the soft grass that I would fall upon with a smile on my face and nap in after such a meal as we've had.* Beregond? *stopping to kneel down and feel this grass that may not be grass, bending down more to smell it* It is just like home. *flopping down in it, frowning at the shadow of a large footed... thing that nearly steps upon me*

( Oh, water hot is a noble thing. )