Chapter 4
Title: Sorrow
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: Pippin/Other; Pippin/Merry
Rating: PG-13
Summary:4/6 The nightmare returns to
Pippin.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Mild violence, rape (Don't
worry, there's a twist to it.)
Pippin yawned as he slowly woke to a warm
ray, sliding in through the window, glowed
across his face. He stretched out his hand,
groping for Merry, only to find the spot
empty. Fear spread rapidly into his mind and
he shot up in bed, gazing all over the room
for his cousin.
"Merry?" Pippin called. There was only an
eerie silence. "Merry?"
He rose out of bed, picking up his night
shirt that been flung on the floor, slipping
back over his head. He cautiously stepped
out of the doorway, glancing over the dark
hall.
"Merry?" Pippin called again.
Shivers racked his body. It wasn't like
Merry not to answer. Something was wrong.
He could sense it. The hairs on the back of
his neck slowly rose and sharp tingles ran
down his spine. A small voice in his head was
telling him to ran back into the room, crawl
out the window, and cry for help. He shook
the feeling off, thinking it was absurd.
Merry was probably in the kitchen, fixing
breakfast and didn't hear his call.
He continued down the hall, entering one of
the living rooms. His mouth fell open in a
gasp as he spotted his cousin, lying on the
floor with a large gash on his forehead,
streaming out blood.
"Merry!" Pippin cried, rushing toward his
side.
A looming shadow leapt from the corner,
slamming into Pippin's side, sending him
sprawling across the wood floor. He crawled
onto his back, grasping at the ache in his
rib cage. Sweat formed on his brow, and his
lip quivered. Three men were hovering over
him, all of whom he recognized.
"Glad to see you're awake," Haridur
snickered. "I wanted to surprise you in
bed, but your friend here got up early, so
we had to deal with him. I thought it would
be more of a surprise if you woke up and
found him unconscious. Be happy. I could
have slit his tiny throat, but I want him
alive and alert when I deal with you." A
sneer formed on his face. "I told you I'd
come back for you."
He strode over to Pippin's form, latching
onto his ankle, dragging him to the center
of the room. Pippin whimpered and squeezed
his thighs together while pulling the
nightshirt down, attempting to keep himself
modest.
"Aw, seems the little halfling is shy,
Delton," Haridur laughed. The other chuckled
as well, though Briggs remained silent.
"Don't bother. That shirt will off you soon
enough." He knelt to the floor placing his
large hands over Pippin's thighs, rubbing up
and down. "Such soft skin you have, almost
like a woman."
Pippin growled and tried to shove the man's
hands away, earning a hard cuff to the side
of his head, making his ear sting in agony.
The hobbit grunted as the force drove his
skull into the floor, smacking roughly
against the surface. The hands returned,
gently pulling the nightshirt upwards.
"No!" Pippin screamed, trying to bolt away.
He forced face down. "Delton, hold him down!
He's strong for such a tiny, wretched creature!"
The other man tangled his fingers into the
hobbit's soft locks, keeping firm pressure
on his head, preventing him from jerking
away. Tears streamed down Pippin's face as
he dug his nails into the wood.
"Think he'll be good?" Delton asked. "I
suppose he should be nice and tight."
"I think he should," Haridur chuckled. "Though
I doubt it will be pleasurable for him." He
lowered his lips next to Pippin's ear,
licking and nipping the tender flesh until a
mark was made. "I'm going to split you in half
and then let my men do it too."
Pippin chocked back a sob. "Please, let me
go."
"I don't think so," Haridur answered, hiking
the nightshirt over Pippin's waist. The
hobbit tensed as cold air ran over his
exposed bottom. "You shouldn't do that,
halfling. You're only going to cause yourself
more pain, but why should I care? I'm going
to enjoy your pitiful screams. Once we tire
of you, we can turn to your little pal over
there. He's pretty enough, but he won't be
after we're done with him."
Pippin squirmed, wanting to see his cousin,
but the man above him kept a firm grip,
keeping his gaze in the opposite direction.
Rough hands griped his waist, sharp nails
digging hard enough to draw blood. Something
hard was being pushed between, and Pippin
grimaced. His insides would be shredded. He
waited for the unbearable pain.
A scream echoed into the room as Pippin
jolted in the bed. Merry woke with a start
and immediately embraced his cousin,
attempting to calm him. The other hobbit
thrashed wildly, shouting unintelligible
words, clawing at Merry, scraping the
other's cheek. Merry maintained his grip,
though cringing from the hot pain coursing
down his face. After a few moments, Pippin
became still, his breathing shallow. He
gazed up at Merry and shuddered at the
bruise he had left on the other hobbit.
"Merry, I'm sorry," Pippin whimpered. "I
didn't mean to."
"I know," Merry replied, kissing Pippin's
brow. "What made you act like that?"
Pippin lowered his gaze. "I had an awful
nightmare." He bit his lip. "There's
something I have to tell you, Merry,
about....the men....."
The young hobbit continued on, watching
his cousin's expression closely. Merry
nodded now and then, and it was obvious
he was trying to control his rage. The
older hobbit's jaw would tighten and his
fists clenched in the bed sheets. Pippin
gazed away when he had finished.
"Are you angry with me?" Pippin muttered.
"I am upset that you didn't tell me sooner,"
Merry stuttered, keeping his anger in check,
"but most of my rage is directed at those
robbers. I promise you that none of them
will harm you ever again, and if we do
encounter them, I will kill them."
"Merry, no!" Pippin gasped. "They're bigger
and stronger!"
"It makes no difference," Merry growled,
shaking his head. "I would die protecting
you, love."
"Don't say that," Pippin said, burying
his face into Merry's shoulder. "I don't
want you talking of death."
"Speaking of which, a message was sent
out to your Da and Ma about your
condition," Merry murmured. "I think it
would best if went out there, just show
them that you're still alive."
Pippin pouted. "Oh, do we have to? You
know my Ma. She'll rain kisses all over
me, squeeze me until I turn blue, and it'll
probably take a lot of convincing before
she'll let go of me. She still considers
me as her little babe."
"And you think I want to go out there?"
Merry laughed. "Your Da, Ma, and sisters,
and probably the entire Took family for
that matter, will try to kill me for not
looking after you better."
Pippin giggled, "They won't kill you
....maybe they'll try to thrash you....but
nothing too bad."
Merry growled playfully, "Really? Perhaps
I ought to thrash you, my little nuisance."
A squeak came from Pippin as fingers slid
down his belly, tickling him. "Oh no!" He
grabbed at the hands, holding them still
while kissed Merry's mouth, moving to
gently lick at the cut on his cheek. "I
love you, Merry."
"I love you too," Merry answered, nibbling
Pippin's neck. "But we must get up now. We
have a bit of a ride. Do you think you can
manage?"
"We'll find out," Pippin replied, rising
from the bed sluggishly.
To be continued.
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