Yours
Title: Yours.
Author: Roz
E-mail: roz4hobbits@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13, maybe R for a lot of sexual innuendo.
Pairing: M/P.
Summary: Faramir Took finds a pile of letters and something about
his father and uncle he never expected.
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Warnings: hobbit sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Faramir had grown bored quickly with his mother and his aunt's
chatter, and his father and his uncle had gone out to the stables to
view his uncle's new gelding. He crept along the dusty passage ways
of the hall, going places people had not walked in months.
Every door he came to he twisted the handle, and cursed upon finding
each locked, finally he reached the end of the passage and turned to
go back when something caught his eye, a tapestry hug on the wall
behind him did not quite touch the floor and part of the wall was
indented slightly.
Pushing aside the tapestry Faramir found a door he had never before
seen, he tried the handle surprised to find no dust upon it and even
more surprised when it swung open with ease, as if it was often used.
The room smelt musky, hot and Faramir recoiled before cover his
mouth and going in, his curiosity more demanding then his sense of
smell.
The room was spartan with only a bed, and an old oak chest, the bed
was a mess, covers mused and pillows strewn all over, dried patches
of something Faramir cared not to think of coloured the mattress.
He crossed to the chest instead and knelt, wondering if it would be
locked.
It wasn't but its hinges squeaked as he opened it.
Inside was a treasure trove of things he had never suspected, a curl
of red hair tied by green ribbon, pressed flowers, a bundle of
letters, a half melted candle and some sketches.
Sketches of a naked, freckled lad, smiling and laying on the bed his
eyes enticing calling the artist.
Faramir flushed and in stead grabbed the bundle of letters hoping
they would give him an inside into the lad and this hidden room.
Carefully he untied the string that held the buddle together and
unfolded the first letter, reading the ink blotched page of fast
scrawl.
Your kiss still burns upon my lips, why did you wait so long? As
long as I waited. Oh how I long to feel your kiss again.
Yours Peregrin.
Peregrin.
His father, his father had been in this secret room had written
these letters but to who and why? Did he have a lover in his youth?
A maid here at the hall perhaps, or someone else maybe of higher
standing?
He took the next letter eager to know who his father had hungered to
kiss so much.
I missed you last night, I waited to hold you and then you did not
come, that is a wicked tease to play Pip my sweet.
Yours in frustration
Meriadoc.
His uncle!
Faramir dropped the letter as if it had burned his skin where he had
touched it and rubbed his eyes, but he couldn't erase the knowledge
from his mind, his father and uncle had been something to each other
in childhood, but how much his curiosity asked and Faramir found him
self picking up the next letter in the pile.
Oh please, please do not fall in love with me, make me only a
passing fancy and then please forget me. My heart and all I am long
for you but I will not allow it, allow you to so carelessly throw
away your ambition, your destiny for me.
Yours sorrowfully Meriadoc.
The past unfolding in front of his eyes Faramir scrambled for the
next ink smudged, yellowing page wondering under what circumstances
these letters had been written. He could picture his uncle, young
again and handsome sitting at a writing desk, face drawn into a
frown of sadness as his words filled the page, and what had his
father to say in return.
I find is such a bore to be here with Mama when I could be laying in
your arms, your last letter but a fire in me and I dreamt and woke
in a sweat, all my sheets tangled. Come home soon so I can place a
kiss upon your brow and love you.
Yours impatiently
Peregrin.
Faramir blinked, there was quite a jump between this letter and the
last, he searched for a letter that would tie them together but to
no avail, either they where lost or in his fathers possession.
Disgruntled he picked up the next letter.
My heart is heavy, your words sting like wounds inflicted by the
sharpest sword point. I know coming like that all dark and wanting
frightened you, I am sorry my Pip please forgive me and take
anything you wish as penance for my cruelness, just please don't
hate me.
Yours regretfully
Meriadoc
Again this letter made no sense to those that had come before, but
it was clear to what his uncle had done. Faramir picked up the next
letter hoping it held better news than the one he had just read.
My revenge shall be taken tomorrow night by the stables, come and be
forgiven.
Yours willingly
Peregrin.
Faramir blushed, quite guessing what this had been an invite to, he
himself had received notes much of the same context from lovers.
I love you, I love you a thousand times I do confess it, till my
mouth is raw and your ears bleed from hearing it. I love you.
Yours always
Meriadoc.
Faramir smiled, it warmed him to know it had not been lust that had
tied to two together but love.
Ah! I love you, every night we are apart my body keens for want to
hold you, promise me you will come again tonight and be with me,
within me.
Yours with a passion
Peregrin.
The last letter looked almost new, the ink not faded and the paper
still crisp and white. A blush rose to his cheeks as he realised
that, and suddenly what the room must be used for and, worse that
that naked lad in the picture must have been his father.
Faramir gave a moan of despair and buddle up the letters, shoving
them back into the chest and slamming it shut, he got up and slowly
crossed the room trying not to look at the bed or imagine what had
happened upon it.
Reaching the door he quickly closed it and slipped out from behind
the tapestry, footsteps sounded around the corner, he attempted to
look as if he was studying the tapestry but gave up realising that
would give away the fact he had done something he shouldn't, instead
he began again to tug at the door handles.
His uncle appeared followed by his uncle, seeing them and knowing
what was in the hidden room Faramir gave a squeak and dashed past
them quite happy to sit with his mother while she talked.
Pippin watched his son flee with a feeling of aprhenchion.
"What do you think he was doing up here?" he asked Merry who was
already brushing aside the tapestry.
"just trying to brake into my rooms I suspect" Merry said unworried,
he opened the door and the pulled Pippin to him, kissing his lover
passionately, they separated and Merry started to back Pippin to the
bed finally toppling him on to it and laying atop of him.
"Now your last letter said something about wanting me within you….."
he drawled teasingly, Pippin groaned and arched up pulled Merry back
down to meet his waiting kiss.
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