By: Dana
Summary: Primrose Gardner likes to tell stories.
Characters: Primrose, Ruby, Bilbo-lad
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Sickeningly fluffy fluff. Written for one of the ficlet smackdowns.
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with J.R.R. Tolkien or New Line Cinema. Any and all characters and situations that have been borrowed are for the author's personal use only, and for the entertainment of others.
This is fanfic based on another fanfic: Mary Borsellino (original fic series, Pretty Good Year)

"Once upon a time, there was an Elf named Gil-Galad and he was a King. And there was another Elf and his name was Cirdan and he liked to make ships. And they were both boys but that didn't stop them from pledging their love and they kissed a lot and they did lots of schmoopy stuff and they decided that would exchange rings and..."

Ruby and Primrose sighed at Primrose's pause, the little girl wearing a toothy grin.

Bilbo scowled and tugged on his sister's hair. "Tell us a good story, Prim. Not a corny Elf romance."

Primrose launched herself at her brother and after a scuffle that lasted no longer than five breaths, she sat on her brother's chest in triumph.

"Now where were we?" she asked, tapping her forefinger on Bilbo's brow.

"Their love, their love!" Ruby chorused. "Did they marry? You said they exchanged riiings! What did they do!"

"Well..." Primrose drawled and then launched back into the telling of her tale. "They were going to but they didn't. Because Gil-galad went and broke Cirdan's heart."

"Oh dear!"

"I know! He went and gave his ring to Elrond instead."

They two lasses broke into a helpless shower of giggles and Bilbo tried to push Primrose off of his chest. She wouldn't budge and he groaned and let his head fall back. There was something bad about having so many sisters; they were clearly out to get him.