FELLOWSHIP OF FETISHISM

RELATION FETISH

Galadriel smiled with the wisdom of age as Merry and Pippin seated themselves opposite her in the confines of the meeting place.

"I see you do not wish to speak privately of each other," she noted. "Would it be fair to note a continuing closeness in your hearts?"

"Indeed it would be fair," murmured Merry, his hand resting lightly on the knee of his companion.

"And would it be fair to note that you do indeed do everything together?" she asked further, intuition directing her words.

"Yes we do!" They answered simultaneously. Yet then both paused with nerves in their hearts. Pippin spoke first. 

"That does seem to be our problem though. We wish to do *too* much together."

"More than is suitable for relations as close as we to do so," added Merry, pink tingeing his cheeks.

"I believe I understand," spoke Galadriel, smiling kindly. "Please tell me your thoughts."

Pippin spoke first, gaining courage from the elder elf's acceptance of their desires.

"We find each other's company more than that of friendship. More than would be deemed platonic," he admitted. 

"You are concerned by this?" asked Galadriel.

"Yes!" exclaimed Merry, speaking bravely. "We find it trying to even sight each other without...wanting more."

"We take comfort in each other's arms at night as all do, yet it is more than that were any to see beneath the bedding above us," added Pippin with a small smile.

"Even seated here now, together..." spoke Merry, his voice lowering with desire. "It is more than I can cope."

Pippin met his eyes and reflected their emotion. "I feel as he feels."

Galadriel coughed lightly to draw attention.

"You are attracted solely for the love of each other in heart?" she asked. "To be related is an unfortunate side notion?"

The question floated gently yet persistently in the air before an answer came.

"To note that we are relations would be to state one reason for our attraction," admitted Pippin quietly.

"We are drawn together *because* we are related," reiterated Merry, his voice dancing fast over the words in nervousness.

The two hobbits leaned in to each other's arms as they waited for a response. Galadriel smiled as she viewed the language of their bodies and the childlike nerves in their eyes.

"I am not here to judge your choice of love," she replied, bringing forth a sigh of relief from both hobbits. "Though I claim it unusual you admit your love began not due to compatibility but rather due to the closeness of your family positions. What is your concern?"

"We feel we have developed a fetish for those who could be placed as relations," spoke Pippin bravely. "Already in our journey we have considered the position of the wise Gandalf as our grandfather, of Frodo and Sam as cousins, of Aragorn as father, of Gimli and Boromir as uncles both."

Galadriel raised her eyebrow in acknowledgment of the extent of consideration their thoughts had taken.

"And have you both braved mention of this to any of those who are your companions?"

"No!" shrieked Merry and Pippin in unison, embarrassment and shock in their demeanor.

"Would it be fair to claim you have wished to speak these thoughts to some?" prompted Galadriel calmly.

The two hobbits huddled together in whispered debate before answering.

"Boromir," they spoke together.

"Boromir?" queried Galadriel.

"Boromir," they replied.

Galadriel leaned forward in her chair, interest in her eyes.

"And why, might I ask, is Boromir the favourite of your attentions?"

Merry spoke first, Pippin close following in response.

"An uncle, and a worthy one!"

"An uncle, and an attractive one!"

"He is both restrained energy in spirit," expanded Merry, "and rough in the depths of his nature."

"We feel a bond," continued Pippin, "for he protects us as though we are nephews he is minding under his wing."

Galadriel nodded. "You wish him to play the part of your uncle?"

"Yes!" exclaimed both hobbits. "Uncle Boromir and his favourite nephews!" added Merry, delighting in the thought.

Galadriel could not help the twinkle of her eyes and the smile of her mouth as she envisioned the scene.

"My advice is a such," she stated finally. "Probe Boromir for a closer companionship, for to mention your want for relations is far from essential for his mind to know. Speak not of your 'uncle' at first, instead close the gap of body and emotion for only then will he be more willing to accept a role to act."

Both hobbits nodded with excitement. "We can do that!"

"Furthermore," she continued, "to add focus of another to your lives might lesson the intensity between you both. The level of control you seek in your own relationship you might find in result."

Merry and Pippin nodded their heads in awe of the wisdom before them.

"We thank you, wise Galadriel!" they spoke in unison.

Galadriel smiled. "Then go, dear hobbits, go now. Find your 'uncle' and set forth your path!"

The two hobbits leapt forth from their chairs and scampered off through the trees, leaving only the shadow of hasty farewells in their wake.

Galadriel indulged in a broad smile. Soon she would be even with Celeborn. Soon she would hold title of Maker of Love. Patience would be her champion.



The End.