Sing for Me
Denethor was fully involved in eating everything in front of him as Peregrin Took, the young Halfling that had just pledged loyalty to him as a knight, stood over to his right speechless.
"Do you sing?" He asked the young, small being beside him. He shot a glance at the Hobbit, admiring the brave face he put on under the shock of curls that was his hair.
"Yes. Well, by my own people's standard's, but we have no songs to sing in places like these, or in front of Stewards." The small creature Mithrandir affectionately called Pippin replied.
"Am I too below your people to hear one of your songs?! Sing for me!" He demanded, instantly seeing a scared look come into the small one's eyes. There was also another emotion but he couldn't discern what it was, but it reminded him fiercely of disgust, but that couldn't be right. He was loved by all in Gondor! He was the Steward!
A few seconds later and the Hobbit began to sing a haunting song in a voice just as sad. Denethor continued his eating, listening to the song and silently praising the small one's abilities.
The song finished way too early for his likes and, turning away from his full-laden plate he caught the Halfling slowly making his way toward the door. Anger flared inside him, hot and red as flames. He had not given him permission to leave his sight.
"I have not dismissed you yet! I enjoyed your song. Sing me another." He demanded.
"I have no more appropriate songs!" He squeaked, voice heavy now with fright.
Denethor relished the feel of the small creature in his arms and wondered if the rest of him was as small as his stature. A wicked smile came across his face as he slowly began to undress the Halfling of his clothing.
"W-what are you doing?!" Squeaked the small knight as he was freed from his undergarments, a blush making its way across his boyish features that reminded Denethor very much of Faramir when he had taken the boy when he was young and still innocent.
"What I desire." Denethor answered, quickly holding the struggling halfling in one of his strong hands, while fumbling at his belt with the other. "You are mine, remember, for me to do with as I please."
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Pippin closed his eyes as he saw just how big the Human male in front of him was compared to his small stature. His struggles increased, but he couldn't escape.
He was turned round, his feet inches off the ground as he was slammed face first into the wall. He froze as he felt the tip of Denethor's length pushing hard against his opening.
An angry voice was heard next to his left ear then, a voice that sent terror lancing through his body.
"You are sworn to me. As such, you will obey me! I want to hear you scream. If you will not sing, you will have to suffer as such."
With that, a searing pain overtook his entire body and an agonized scream escaped him, reverberating about the hall. He realised two things as the man inside him began to move in a fast pace, too set in his lust to care about anything else.
The first was that no-one would come to his rescue. The second was that this torture was nothing compared to how gentle and loving Merry had always been with him in such situations.
He was beginning to lose himself in despair when Gandalf came striding in to see about his young charge. Pippin shouted out for help, his voice high with pain and fear as the Man kept on hammering into his small body.
Before Denethor could finish the act, Gandalf had whacked him atop the head a few times, hard enough to fell an Oliphaunt. Denethor first slid out of his body, before dropping him hard to the ground before falling down unconscious.
He had never before felt such relief as to be out of the wicked man's grasp.
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Gandalf immediately looked down at the small figure bleeding at his feet. "Now you know why I wanted you to keep you quiet, but the damage has been done. I am just sorry I did not arrive earlier, but I was trying to stop Faramir from going back to Osgiliath."
"He didn't get to finish..." Pippin stated, staring up at him with big, rounded eyes, somehow very thankful he had been spared at least that mercy.
Gandalf sighed. "He should not have began. You must have angered him greatly."
Pippin bowed his head, before reaching down and pulling his pants up, wincing as they grazed across torn skin.
Gandalf gazed down with sadness in his eyes, before trying to help the young Took up off the ground. He was not surprised to have his helping hand batted away. It was then an idea came to him.
"Follow me, Pippin." He said, kindly, before letting a smile grace his lips. The Hobbit did so as soon as a waking groan from Denethor got him motivated.
"I have an idea that might help your wounded pride and would be defying a direct order from Denethor, without getting blamed for it..." He announced when outside the citadel, seeing a spark of interest set deep within the Hobbit's eyes.
He was going to get Peregrin Took to light the signals to summon the Rohirrim to help in the coming war. If that big part in the fight to come doesn't cheer up the young Halfling, nothing would.....
The End
A/N – My first LotR rapefic, so I understand if it is bad. Please r/r with what you think…
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