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Note: Different, but hopefully it's as sweet as I hoped it would be. Enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!
Pippin whimpered softly as the hand slid soothingly over his head, smoothing out his curls. He was curled in a warm lap. "Shhhhh," a voice cooed to him.
It was the middle of the night, and Pippin had been waiting at the bottom of the hill for many hours, and finally someone came.
The hand found its way to Pippin now bare back. The air was frigid, but the shirt would have been a hindrance. Pippin shivered. The hand ran itself up and down his smooth skin. It reached where his shoulder started to become his chest, and Pippin yelped.
The voice spoke again, "Pip, you've got to be still. Please…"
Pippin nodded. It was so hard to be still, especially in this circumstance, but he steeled himself.
"Are you ready?" the voice asked. Pippin nodded slowly. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. I promise."
The hand once again started to rub Pippin's back. Pippin began to relax, forgetting all worries and troubles and just soaking in the good feelings. Then, suddenly, before he even knew what happened, a piece of wood was shoved into his mouth and the hands that had previously brought him nothing but pleasure grasped his arm tightly and pulled as hard as they could.
With a loud "POP!" Pippin's shoulder was forced back into its socket. He cried out in pain, the bit of wood falling from his mouth. He shrank into a ball, and Merry drew him up onto his lap. Pippin was crying, though the intense pain in his shoulder had now dulled to an ache. "Shhhhhhhhh," Merry rocked him back and forth, "It's okay, it's all over now. It's okay."
The shoulder began to bruise rapidly, and Pippin clutched to Merry like a small child. He had fallen down the hill, which usually would have turned out fine, but a chance occurrence with a rather large rock had left Pippin in a horrible condition, unable to move. Luckily, Merry had found him.
But that had been years ago. Pippin sat on the edge of their bed, for some reason reminiscing about this incident that happened long ago. He rotated his arm, nothing hurt, everything was fine, just as Merry had promised. He turned back toward his savior, who was still sleeping soundly. Pippin leaned down and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Thank you." And with that, Pippin once again curled up next to Merry underneath the warm sheets.