(Middle Earth, Bilbo/Thorin)
Bilbo stood in the doorway to the dining hall, eyes wide with awe. A terrible cold was going around the caves, and half the dwarves were sick and sneezing.
“What’re you doing out of our chambers?” an angry voice snapped. A hand gripped his shoulder and spun him around.
Bilbo stared at Thorin’s livid expression. “I wanted to see…”
“Oh-ho, I know what you wanted.” Thorin reached down and cupped his Hobbit’s crotch. “Their sneezing makes you hard.”
“Dwarf colds spread quickly. It may already be too late for us. We’ll soon be sneezing too.”
Bilbo squealed excitedly.