Chapter 3
Title: Sorrow
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: Pippin/Other; Pippin/Merry
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 3/6 Merry is relieved to
find his cousin alive.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Minor descriptions of sex.
A firm hand griped Merry's shoulder and
he turned his head, wiping away the tears
from his eyes. Sam was behind him, urging
him up. Merry batted at his hand.
"Please, I just want to be left alone,"
Merry groaned, sniffling.
"Come back, now," Sam firmly said. "Something
unimaginable has happened."
Merry glared up at him in confusion. "What
do you mean?"
"Pippin, he's- awake," Sam murmured. "I
don't know how, but- "
Merry didn't wait for Sam to finish. He
was bolting back toward the hobbit hole as
fast as his legs could carry him. The ground
was slippery, but he managed to keep his
balance and rushed through the door, heading
straight to the bedroom. His only focus was
on the bed, where he saw his beloved sitting
upright, gazing about in a daze. Sweat was
sliding down his brow, and he was trembling
violently, but his skin had returned to its
normal color and he seemed more energetic.
"Merr- Merry?" Pippin squeaked.
The hobbit lunged for the bed and buried his
face into Pippin's shoulder, kissing along
the other's collarbone, quickly moving up to
his face.
"Merry," Pippin protested, gently pushing at
his cousin. For a moment, he was kept silent
by persistent kisses before he was able to
nudge Merry aside. "What's wrong? You act as
if I died."
"You did!" Merry cried, weeping. "I thought
I lost you forever, Pippin! I don't understand!
I thought you- "
Pippin bit his lip, thinking hard. "All I did
was pass out, I think. I mean, the last I
remember was you hovering over me, and I was
in great pain. I couldn't breathe, and the
darkness came over me. I was so scared, but
then I heard this voice. It sounded....similar
to Gandalf's, but I couldn't really make out
what he was saying. Then, I was awake again.
Brombleburr screamed when he saw me and almost
jumped to the ceiling. I don't understand why."
He smiled coyly at Merry. "You really thought
I was dead? You silly Brandybuck!"
Merry laughed and buried his face in his
cousin's curls, savoring the ginger smell
that flooded his senses and the soft texture
that tickled his nose and cheeks. Brombleburr
looked on in shock as Sam entered the room,
soaking wet from the rain.
"How? He was....I'm so sure of it....I
could have sworn...." Brombleburr muttered.
Sam grasped his shoulders and led him out.
"I know. I don't quite get it myself, but
just let it go for now. Someone was watchin'
over him."
Pipping snickered. "What are they talking
about?"
"Never mind," Merry sighed. "Tell me, do you
still have pain?"
"Hm, just a little sore, but not as bad as
it was," Pippin answered.
"Good," Merry murmured, gently kissing one
of the welts on Pippin's cheek. "Don't ever
do that to me again, my beautiful Took."
"Do what?" Pippin questioned, pouting. "I
don't know what you're prattling on about.
Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no," Merry whispered. "I will tell you
some other time."
Pippin turned his gaze to the sheets. "How
can you find me beautiful? I'm an ugly mess.
I'm covered with bruises."
"Don't say that, love," Merry growled.
"Bruises or no, you're still the most pretty
hobbit of the Shire. If you weren't recovering,
I'd ravish you."
Pippin giggled shyly, drawing Merry closer.
"I'm really not that weak, Merry." His palm
ran down Merry's chest, which was instantly
seized and brought up to the other's lips,
receiving a delicate kiss.
"Don't tempt me, my little imp," Merry
chuckled. He nipped at the other's nose,
creating another giggle. Merry frowned,
and his gaze became stern. "You still
have to tell me who did this to you,
specifically."
The color drained from Pippin's face
and his eyes started to weld. "Please,
not tonight Merry."
"You have to tell me sometime, Pippin,"
Merry pushed.
Pippin sobbed, "They were just robbers,
three of them, traveling in the Shire.
When I was going down the path they
ambushed me, beat me, and took my
belongings. There's nothing more."
"Nothing more?" Merry asked, raising
an eyebrow.
The man's voice still lingered in
Pippin's mind; the man's vow. He shook
his head, though. He didn't want to tell
Merry. What difference would it make
anyway? He thought the chances of running
into the men again was slim.
"No, nothing more," Pippin replied, faking
a smile.
"I have a feeling you're not telling me
something," Merry growled, "but I won't
push you anymore tonight. This isn't over
yet. There's more I want to know."
"Please, I don't want to talk anymore about
it," Pippin murmured, nuzzling into the
other's shoulder while tugging at his shirt.
"What are you doing?" Merry asked, his voice
hitching.
"You're all wet, Merry, and you'll catch
your death of cold if I don't get you out
of these," Pippin chirped.
"My, you sure gained a lot of strength
back," Merry said. "I can hardly believe
it. However, I think I should be the one
to remove them, elsewhere. You should be
resting. You have gone through a dreadful
ordeal."
"I know, but I feel so much better," Pippin
protested. "I don't want you leaving my
side. I was so frightened when you left,
Merry. Please, don't leave me again."
"I promise," Merry replied, kissing Pippin
lightly. "I'm not leaving you."
"Then stay with me tonight, here, in this
bed," Pippin smirked. "I'm becoming cold,
Merry. Keep me warm on this chilly night?
Please?"
Merry groaned, "Oi, you have a way with
words." The younger hobbit sneered and
began to undo the buttons. "Pip, I won't
allow anything to happen, not tonight at
least. Even if you do feel better, you're
still injured, and you need to sleep."
Pippin pouted, "But I really do feel
better, Merry. Besides, you should know
by now that you can't resist me."
"Ah, a challenge eh?" Merry snickered.
"We'll see Pippin." He grasped the other's
hands, pushing them down. "I must talk to
Sam and Brombleburr first." He raised a
finger to Pippin's lips when he tried to
speak. "I swear that I'll be right back.
In the mean time, you just curl up and try
to sleep. I'll be back in no time."
Pippin grumbled, but slid back under the
covers and watched as Merry left. Some
time later, Merry slipped back into the
room, undoing the soaking the clothes. A
smile grew on his face as he watched his
cousin's sleeping form. He looked peaceful
under the quilts, grinning faintly and
murmuring under his breath, appearing almost
angelic despite the black and blue marks
radiating from the fire light. The hobbit
slid under the covers, wrapping his arms
around Pippin. The other hobbit groaned
and slowly woke, smiling wide at the
sight of Merry.
"Glad you're back," Pippin whispered.
"I hope you weren't freezing due to my
absence," Merry teased.
"No, but I feel so much warmer and safer
now that you're here," Pippin said.
Merry lowered his head, gently rubbing
his lips across Pippin's. The other hobbit
groaned, pressing harder with need and
darting out his pink tongue give Merry a
teasing lick. Merry shuddered, opening
his mouth and let Pippin's tongue slid in.
Pippin whimpered under the kiss, and tugged
at the older hobbit.
Merry shook his head, but allowed himself
to be pulled on top, propping his elbows on
both sides to keep from pressing his weight
on Pippin's chest. Before he could pull away,
Pippin securely wrapped his legs around the
other's waist, pulling him in closer.
"Pip, no, I'll hurt you," Merry said
sternly. "Your ribs...."
"Are fine enough," Pippin interrupted,
slowly thrusting his pelvis against
Merry's. The older hobbit bit his lip and
stifled a groan. "Please....I need you....now."
"Oh...Pippin," Merry playfully snarled.
"Why do I always let you win?"
"As I said, dearest Merry," Pippin moaned,
increasing the friction, "you can't resist me."
"I suppose I can't," Merry answered, grinding
hard, making Pippin whimper louder.
Pippin raised his head, nibbling under
Merry's ear, making the other tremble. The
younger hobbit winced in pain as Merry bounced
his chest off of Pippin's bruised chest. He
didn't know why, but movement made him flash
back to the grove and he saw Haridur hovering
over him; leering at him with those dark eyes.
He knew the man's intent and was thankful he
never went through with it. There was still a
threat, though Pippin didn't want to admit it.
It was easy to see that man coming after him, f
ulfilling his dark wishes.
"Merry!" Pippin cried, suddenly breaking out
in tears.
Merry sat up, hauling the other in his lap,
rocking him gently. "I'm sorry! I hurt you,
didn't I? My poor Pip! Forgive me! I never
meant- "
"No, it's not that," Pippin choked. "I just-
just hold me tight! Hold me tight!" He
desperately grabbed at Merry, wanting to replace
the image of the awful man with his beloved.
"I don't want you to let go! Please, just
hold me!"
"I am, my dear one, I am," Merry soothed.
"Maybe we should stop."
"No!" Pippin snapped. "I never said I wanted
to stop!" He shoved Merry down on his back,
making the other gasp in shock at the abrupt
action. Pippin laid on top, kissing wet trails
down the other's chest. "I want to finish what
we started."
"I should be tending to you," Merry murmured,
reaching for Pippin, yanking him back up for a
bruising kiss. He lifted his legs, allowing
Pippin to fall in between. Gradually, he began
the rocking motion, driving both of them wild.
"Do you like that Pip?"
"Very much," Pippin squeaked, making Merry
chuckle.
Outside the window, the rain had ceased and
the clouds dissipated, leaving a sky
shimmering of stars and moonlight. The fire
inside the hobbit hole died down, and in the
shadows two forms could be seen tucked together,
resting peacefully.
To be continued.
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