The publishers have billed this British import ""erotic Tolkien,"" but there's more Happy Hooker than Hobbit in the scenario. As the confused offspring of a deepthroated union between mortal king and Elvan beauty, Flondrix is an anatomical puzzle (""no whango, no cobblers. . . nothing"") until he taps the magic button that releases not one but two ""twin spires"" and finds singular bliss with Astra, a doubleentry soulmate. There's a shadow of a story here--something about a struggle for supremacy among dwarves, elves, and humans in a post-atomic futureworld--and Astra and Flondrix must ally with a magician and overcome obstacles before they can take over. But the assorted couplings are what's really happening. . . and happelting. . . and happening. Orifices and openings--even nostrils--are besieged by anything that fits, ""magnificent endowments"" change size, shape, and color, and orgasms come to have earthshaking consequences--nay, cosmic reverberations. The struggle for enchantment is obscured by knee-length schlongs and pouting clefts as this magical mystery tour skirts the borders of Middle Earth. Truly one of a kind.