Chapter 2
Title: The Price
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: P/OC; P/M
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 2/? Pippin is almost forced into spending the weekend at Marroc’s, until Merry interferes. The tension starts to grow between the two hobbits.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: NCS themes, language, and violence.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
“Pippin, go and wait outside!” Paladin called. “Marroc will be accompanying you to his house.”
The hobbit shivered and stepped outside into the warm air. He despised the idea of being alone with Marroc but there was nothing else he could do. If he refused his father would give him a sound beating, which wasn’t unusual for Pippin. The most contact he had with his father was with the back of the other hobbit’s hand. He jerked in fright as a hard hand clasped his shoulder.
“Well, it’s time to be off,” Marroc chirped. “I’m certain that you’ll find my home most admirable. You’ll be happy there for the entire weekend.”
“What?” Pippin choked. “I thought I was just going to spend the day with you.”
“No, darling, you’ll be spending far more time with me than that,” Marroc chuckled.
Pippin grimaced at the idea. Being alone with him for several hours was one thing, but staying for two days? It made him uncomfortable, and he tensed as he was led to the pony. There was no telling what Marroc would do to him in that amount of time. Pippin gasped as Marroc lifted him off his feet and swung him up onto the steed. Marroc quickly mounted behind him, pulling Pippin snugly against his chest. The hobbit placed a light kiss on Pippin’s neck, making the younger hobbit cringe.
“Don’t be shy, my jewel,” Marroc snickered, lowering his hand to caress Pippin’s thigh.
“Please, don’t touch me like that,” Pippin whimpered, pushing the hand away.
“Come now, why the sudden change?” Marroc asked. “Once inside you kissed me— ah, I see. You were attempting to make that other hobbit jealous. Sly creature.” He let out a low laugh. “You might as well give up. You’re going to be mine, not his.”
Pippin choked back a sob.
Marroc leaned closer, sniffing at Pippin’s curls. “You smell of lavender.”
Pippin bit on his bottom lip, becoming stiff in the saddle. He could feel something hard being dug into his bottom.
“Maybe we could stop a bit later,” Marroc murmured. “My dwelling is far off, and we could use some quiet personal time together. I know the perfect little grove ahead. It’s very lovely and secluded.”
Tears began to brim in Pippin’s eyes, but he fought them back, despite his petrified state. He wished Merry was around to protect him.
Time passed, and Marroc drew the pony over to the side. He dismounted, tied the reins to a tree, and urged Pippin off, lowering the hobbit to the ground by gripping his hips. Pippin trembled as he was suddenly swooped up and carried into the wooded area. Sweat was starting to trickle down his brow, and his heart was pounding furiously, causing his head to throb in agony. He wanted to squirm, to scream, to run away, but there was no one around that would help him. He was trapped.
Marroc laid him on the grass, and smirked. “I never got the chance to inspect you fully. Take your clothes off.”
“What?” Pippin whimpered.
“You heard me,” Marroc replied. “Now, take your clothes off.”
Pippin was hesitant. If he complied, then he knew Marroc would take him then and there. The hobbit’s eyes were glazed over with lust, and the bulge in his pants was eminent. If he didn’t comply, Marroc would probably just take him against his will. The thought of being raped made his bottom ache and caused nausea to swim in his gut.
“Please, I don’t want— ” Pippin began.
The hobbit was cut off as Marroc flung himself upon him, crushing Pippin under his massive weight. A bruising kiss was forced on his tender lips, making him groan in pain at the abusive force. Marroc’s covered erection was grinding painfully into his thigh.
“You’re such a lovely creature,” Marroc groaned, thrusting savagely against Pippin’s pelvis. “I simply can’t wait another moment. I must have you now.”
Pippin clenched his eyes shut as the older hobbit tugged at his trousers. Then, the weight was off him, and a sharp cry echoed in the woods. Pippin’s eyes shot back open, and he sat up, gasping in surprise. Marroc was a few inches from him, rubbing at his bruised jaw, gazing up at his attacker, Merry. The hobbit’s fist was clenched, and his breathing was ragged.
“If I ever catch you touching my cousin in such a manner again I swear that I will kill you!” Merry spat venomously.
“You have no right to be giving me threats!” Marroc shot back. “I paid for him! I can do what I want!”
Merry reached for his belt and flung a pouch at Marroc’s feet. “There! Here’s reimbursement! Now be off!”
“How would you know the amount I paid?” Marroc inquired.
“I heard it all through the library,” Merry snarled. “I never left the area, I just made it look that way so I could trail after you, and it seems I did right to do so. Tell me, did that contract give you the right to molest him?”
Marroc’s face flushed. “Paladin does not care what happens to his son as long as he is paid! You had no right to interfere!”
“I had every right!” Merry growled. “Get out of here before I take my dagger to your gut!”
Merry spun around, facing Pippin. The younger hobbit tried to voice a warning but Marroc had lightening speed. He grasped Merry by the hair, slamming his head into a nearby tree before he was violently whipped back around. Wrapping his hands around Merry’s neck, Marroc began to squeeze, causing the other hobbit to gasp for air. Merry fought against the other hobbit but he seemed far too strong to pry off. Pippin sprang to his feet, yanking desperately on Marroc’s arms.
“Please, do not hurt him!” Pippin begged.
Marroc tilted his head, gazing over Pippin intently. A smile grew and he released Merry, allowing the hobbit to crumble to the ground while panting for air.
“Anything for you, my jewel,” Marroc beamed. He glared back down at Merry, his face contorted in rage. “If you ever do something like that again, then I will kill you, and I will do it slowly. I don’t like you much, Meriadoc Brandybuck. Then again, I don’t like anyone that tries to steal my possessions.” He stalked off, crouching to pick up the pouch of coins. “I will grant you time with Pippin, though I’m sure his father will throw a fit over it. Enjoy it. I can guarantee that this will be the last day you two will spend time together.”
“Not if I have anything to do about it,” Merry snarled.
“So, you do want him for yourself?” Marroc inquired, raising an eyebrow.
Merry looked away, unable to answer.
“You fight so hard for him, yet you won’t even try to buy him,” Marroc laughed.
Merry glowered. “Pippin is not a toy.”
“On the contrary, dear hobbit,” Marroc snickered, “he is nothing more than a toy to be used until he’s worn out or damaged, and then tossed aside in the trash. When I grow weary of him, I can sell him to whoever. Perhaps you could come by then, and make an offer, though I doubt you would take him. I can tell, you only want him for the same reason I do.”
“That’s not true!” Merry snapped.
“Hm, you’re not a very good liar,” Marroc sighed, winking at Pippin. “Go ahead, and take him home. I’ll be back later tonight for him, though I must warn you Merry— I won’t be coming alone. I suggest you control yourself or I can have you subdued by my companions.” He turned to leave but stopped. “You know, I am a generous hobbit, and you do seem to have some wealth. I could give you a shot at fucking him, for the right price. Of course, it will be I that claims his innocence— ”
Merry bolted from the ground, cursing, raising up his fist to ram into Marroc’s face. The other hobbit ducked as Merry swung at him, and shot his fist upwards, coming into contact with Merry’s nose. A loud pop echoed in the air, and blood began to dribble from Merry’s nostrils. The hobbit fell roughly to the ground, clutching at his throbbing, bleeding nose.
“You’re really not much of a fighter,” Marroc chuckled darkly. He crouched next to Pippin and kissed him softly. “I will see you tonight, my jewel.”
Pippin felt flustered, dizzy, and he all wanted to do was return home alongside Merry.
To be continued.
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