Chapter 5
Title: Sorrow
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: Pippin/Other; Pippin/Merry
Rating: R
Summary: 5/6 Merry keeps true to his
vow.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: Sexual themes a bit stronger.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Tolkien,
with the exception for several OC's.
The day was bright and cheery, letting the
two hobbits marvel at the scenery of trees
and various plants, shimmering from the
heavy rains. The trails were muddy, but
were manageable. Merry was riding closely
to his cousin, uneasy that he had allowed
the younger hobbit to ride his own pony.
"Merry, I'm not a baby," Pippin muttered.
"I can handle the pony just fine."
"I know, Pip, but you were hurt and I just
worry that something will happen," Merry
replied. "What if you fall off? That could
injure your ribs again."
"Would you stop?" Pippin snapped. "Nothing
will happen. Let's just ride in peace, if
that's possible."
Pippin then averted the conversation to
older days; ones filled with memories of
their departed cousin, Frodo, remembering
days long lost. An hour or so passed, and
Merry tensed, though hiding it from Pippin.
They were deep in the woods and not far off
from where he had found the battered hobbit.
Pippin seemed to catch up on this too. He
quivered, lowered his head, and refused to
look in the direction of the grove. Merry
gave him a pat on the shoulder, and glanced
around nervously.
Leaves crunched in the distance, making
Merry grip at his sword. They were being
followed; he could sense it, though it
seemed his cousin did not. He cursed silently.
He was hoping they could have passed through
without trouble, but it appeared that wasn't
going to happen.
"Pippin, there's someone trailing us,"
Merry whispered.
Pippin nodded sullenly. "I know Merry.
I've known for a while now. What do we
do?"
"Keep riding for a bit," Merry answered.
"I don't think they know that we've caught
on to them. We'll find sturdy ground up
ahead, and then we can make our move."
Both halted when a man riding a brown horse,
draped in a black cloak, strode down the
path, coming head on with them. Merry and
Pippin drew out their swords, pointing the
sharp tips at the approaching rider. The
man drew back the reins and stopped a few
feet ahead. Pippin was squinting his eyes,
trying to make out the man's face, but the
hood prevented that.
"Who are you?" Merry inquired defensively.
"What business do you have in the Shire?
Did you not know it was decreed by King
Elessar that men are forbidden to enter
here? Speak now or you'll answer to my
blade!"
"No need for that," the man replied, waving
his hands to repel any advances. "I've been
traveling all day, and I must have took a
wrong turn on one of the paths....."
"That must have been some turn," Merry snarled.
"Go back the way you came, and get out of the
Shire! I don't like the looks of you, ruffian!"
"Ruffian?!" the man snorted. "I am no ruffian!"
Pippin's eyes widened. He knew that voice.
The hobbit's eyes began to weld, and he could
taste the salt dribbling into his mouth.
"Merry, he's one of them," Pippin croaked.
"Wha...."
There was no time to finish. Two shadows leapt
from the brush, one knocking Merry over while
the other kept a tight hold on Pippin, who
was thrashing madly. Merry reached for his
sword, but one of the men kicked it from his
hands and then planted his foot into Merry's
face, hard. A loud crack echoed in the air as
Merry stumbled over, groaning and pawing at
the throbbing pain in his nose. Wetness
coated his fingertips, and he gazed down
to find them stained red.
"Merry!"
The cry was desperate, full of terror. The
hobbit spun around to face his cousin, trapped
in the arms in one of the men, who had drawn
back his hood, revealing a sneering face.
Merry growled, and ran toward his cousin, but
was roughly tackled and pressed down into
the ground.
"My, my, I can't believe we ran into you again,
and here of all places?" Haridur snickered,
crouching behind Pippin, forcing the hobbit
into his lap. "Who is your friend, little one?"
"Don't touch him!" Merry spat, struggling
against his captor, earning a hard punch in
the rib cage.
"Protective, isn't he?" Haridur laughed. A
frown soon formed, and glared menacingly at
the hobbit in his clutches. "I believe you
and I have some unfinished business! You
left a nasty scar on my thigh! You're going
to pay for that!"
"It's your own fault!" Pippin snapped,
flaying ferociously.
Pippin cried out as a stinging slap hit
his cheek. He wept uncontrollably at the
harsh treatment. Merry, again, fought to
free himself, but his captor still managed
to keep him in place.
"I say we give him a show, don't you Delton?"
Haridur chuckled darkly.
"I think that's a fine idea," Delton replied,
grinning widely. "What do you think, Briggs?"
Briggs grunted in disgust, bowing his head.
"You know how I think, and what I'd have to
say would make no difference to the both of
you."
"Right you are!" Haridur snarled, shooting
the other man a warning with narrow eyes.
"You just keep from acting on those thoughts,
or you'll end up worse off then they'll be in
a little bit!" His gaze softened, running his
hand through Pippin's soft curls, lowering
his head to take a whiff of the sweet scent.
"Such a pretty thing. Maybe I'll change my
mind, and want to keep you when finished,
that is if you aren't broken. We'll find out,
I suppose."
Pippin's eyes became unbelievably wide and
his breathing seemed to stop completely,
when Haridur's calloused hand traveled down
to his waist, tugging at the belt.
"No!" Pippin wailed, attempting to jerk
away. "Oh, please, not that!"
"Yes," Haridur growled into Pippin's ear.
Merry could only watch in horror as his
cousin's belt was yanked off, and the man's
hand slipped under the pant line. A loud yelp
came from Pippin as he was fondled. He grasped
at the rough hand, doing his best to pull it
away, sobbing all the while, but his actions
only seemed to entice Haridur to quicken his
ministrations. Pippin glanced at his cousin
with a devastated look, his eyes pleading
and sad. Clear trails of tears had formed
on his cheeks. He quickly averted his gaze,
obviously ashamed. How humiliating it was,
to be touched in such a manner in front of
Merry. He felt so dirty and useless.
He let out an agonized groan as Haridur
painfully squeezed his rump. A finger
nudged at his opening. His body was
unwilling to accept the digit, and a pained
cry coursed through his lips as the finger
shoved in. It burned. Pippin was used to
Merry's gentle touch, not the abusive finger
that sought to shred his insides. The man's
only intention was to hurt him.
A snarl surged in Merry's throat as he
watched the man harm his cousin. More than
anything, Merry wanted to call out to him in
comfort, to tell him not to be shamed, that
it wasn't his fault. There was knee being dug
into his back, and the pressure on Merry's
chest prevented him from speaking. Only
choked gasps escaped his lips.
Haridur continued to grope the younger
hobbit, but removed the digit in a harsh
motion, causing Pippin to hiss. "What's wrong
with you?! You're young enough! You should
be as hard as a rock!"
Briggs snorted, "What do you expect from
him?! The poor halfling is terrified out
of his mind! I doubt being molested by the
likes of you is a turn on!"
The man instantly quieted as Haridur
glared in his direction. "That mouth of
yours is going to get you killed!" A smile
grew. "Well, I tried to play nice, tried to
give you a moments pleasure, but it seems
it is time to do something for me."
Pippin stilled as the hand was drawn out.
The man stood and violently spun Pippin
around. The hobbit winced as the man's
fingers tangled in his curls, clutching
them tightly. He clenched his eyes shut,
tears seeping down, not wanting to see
where his face was being positioned.
Murderous rage swelled in Merry's mind,
and it made him snap, giving him an
unbelievable amount of strength. He bucked,
causing the man above him to jolt and
almost topple back. The pain in his ribs
and on his face didn't matter anymore. He
was bent on one purpose.
"Hey! Briggs! Help!" Delton sputtered.
"This little rat is getting too hard to
hold! Don't just stand there! Help me
hold him down!"
Briggs hesitantly ran to Delton's side,
applying both hands around Merry's face.
The hobbit was taken back by the firm, yet
gentle touch of the man. He started to still,
knowing that he was no match for both men.
His head was tilted further, and his breath
caught.
"My, your friend there is feisty," Haridur
snickered. "At my command, Briggs could snap
his neck."
"No, please!" Pippin pleaded. "I'll do
anything you want, as long as you don't
hurt him! Anything!"
"Pippin no!" Merry shouted, gagging on the
blood that trickled down his throat.
"Keep your mouth shut!" Delton barked,
ramming his fist into Merry's forehead.
Haridur trailed a finger across Pippin's
mouth, rising up to wipe a tear away. "I
want to feel what that pretty mouth of
yours can do. Come on, Delton. Let's go
behind the trees. That other hobbit is
starting to get on my nerves. You stay
and watch over him, Briggs. Do a good job
and maybe I let you have a go at this
halfling when we're finished."
The two men stalked off into the woods,
hauling off the whimpering hobbit. Merry
broke down as he saw his cousin disappear
from sight. Despair was racing through
his head. He couldn't allow Pippin to be
hurt. He turned his pleading gaze to the
man above him.
"Don't look at me like that," Briggs growled,
avoiding the hobbit's stare, he couldn't
though, and Merry saw a weakness.
"You seem different than the other men," Merry
whimpered. "I know you feel what they're doing
is wrong. I can see it in your eyes, so don't
try to deny it. Please, let me go. Let me go
so I can help him."
Briggs glared around nervously.
"Please, I beg of you," Merry pleaded, close
to tears. "Just let me go, and ride off.
Please....please...."
Pippin whimpered as his face was forced
near Haridur's crotch, the man fumbling
with the laces of his pants. The hobbit
clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth.
He couldn't believe this was happening. He
thought the only person he'd be doing this
type of thing with was Merry. His beloved
Merry. He realized now that Merry would
never want him after this. How could he?
There was a commotion, and a pained cry.
Pippin eye's shot open, desperately trying
to see what was going on. He was roughly
shoved aside by Haridur, and the man ran
past him. A loud clang of metal echoed in
the air. The hobbit rolled over, and gapped
in shock. Delton was laying on the ground,
groaning in pain, blood spilling from his
abdomen. Merry and Haridur were locked in
combat.
Pippin wanted to run to aid Merry, but he
was still paralyzed from fear. He hated that
the man had such power over him, but he
couldn't fight the sensation off. The battle
seemed to take forever, Merry slashing,
Haridur swinging. Both seemed evenly matched.
While locked together, the man leaned over,
whispering something to Merry. The hobbit's
face reddened, and his teeth bared in a
snarl. In a quick motion, Merry drew back
his sword and slammed the blade into
Haridur's belly, burying it as far as he
could. The man jerked, and gazed down in
disbelief. Pippin could hear everything
clearly now.
"You bastard," Haridur grumbled, blood
dribbling down his chin, following to his
knees before the hobbit. "I can't believe I
was beaten by a mangy halfling."
"Believe it," Merry snarled, drawing the
knife out of the man's belly and driving it
into his throat.
Haridur fell back in a gurgling mess. Pippin,
weeping in joy and fear, extended his hands to
Merry, still unable to move. Merry immediately
rushed to his side, raining kisses all over his
face.
"Pippin, did he hurt you?" Merry inquired,
inspecting his cousin.
"No, you came just in time, Merry," Pippin
murmured against the other's mouth. "How? What
of the other man?"
"He let me go, so in turn, I let him go," Merry
answered. "We don't need to worry about him. He
won't bother us."
The hobbit nodded. "Are you alright, Merry?"
Pippin asked, gently touching Merry's bruised
nose.
"I think it's broken," Merry muttered. "But I
could care less of that. All that is important
is that you're all right." Pippin began to weep.
"Pippin, my dear Pippin."
Merry held the hobbit close, soothing his cries.
After a time, Pippin quieted. He sniffled, and
wiped at his eyes.
"So, what do we do now?" Pippin inquired. "What
of my Ma and Da?"
"Go home," Merry murmured. "As for your Da and
Ma, I'm going to do what I should have done in
the first place, send a message that you're
alive and well. Oh, forgive me Pippin! It's my
fault all this happened! I should have never
dragged you out here!"
"No, Merry," Pippin cried. "It was bound to
happen sooner or later." Pippin glanced at
Haridur's body, shuddering. "He would have
hounded us till we were both dead." He pressed
a hard kiss on Merry's mouth. "You saved me
today. I'll be forever grateful for that."
"I could do no less, my beautiful Took," Merry
chuckled. "Come on, let's get you home."
The two left the woods, leaving the bodies to
rot.
To be continued.
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