~ Thunderstorm ~
Rating: K+ because Pippin's feeling cheeky...
Pairing: Merry and Pippin as always!
Summary: Short oneshot. Young Pippin gets frightened by a storm and Merry's there to comfort him.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Tolkien.
Warnings: Cheeky hobbits, Innocent!Pippin, Young!Pippin, Mature!Merry. Implies pedophilia, Hobbits sleeping together and SLASH.
The sinister cackle of the thunder echoed through the labyrinth of majestic, towering trees that surrounded Brandyhall. Pippin trembled under the covers. He was curled up in a tight ball, shivering each time the wicked bolts of lightning illuminated the room and hugging himself tighter when the storm's mighty roar shook the forest. He heard a faint growl and felt the covers shift as Merry's arms snaked around under the blankets as he stirred in his sleep. Pippin froze. He /hated/ waking Merry up. Merry was very kind; he always let Pippin sleep with him in his large comfortable bed when he stayed at Brandyhall. He also never really got angry with him when he woke him up. Pippin did kick and fidget a lot ... And Merry didn't mind. 'Merry's always so kind and sweet ...' Pippin cooed as wriggled his way up the bed just so he could poke his head out. 'Not to mention handsome ...' He added, gazing up at Merry's sleeping form and smiling longingly before the lightning struck again, causing him to yelp a little to loudly. He held his breath. Now he'd done it.
Merry groaned softly before he gazed down on Pippin with half-lidden eyes. "Did that scare you, sweetheart?" He croaked sleepily, finding Pippin's hand and holding it gently.
Pippin nodded.
"Aww, come here, darlin'." Merry offered, opening his arms. Pippin happily wriggled into Merry's arms and cuddled up to him, smiling softly. "Don't be scared, Pip." Merry soothed, stroking Pippin's back lightly.
Pippin let a sigh of content escape his lips and he allowed Merry to comfort him, even though he wasn't a baby anymore.
"Try to get some sleep, sweetheart." Merry urged, dropping a kiss into his silky curls. "I love you."
Pippin shivered slightly at the kiss and felt his cheeks flush pink as Merry spoke. "I love you too, Mer." He replied, gently pressing his lips to Merry's bare chest.
A smile swept across Merry's face and his chest gently rumbled with laughter.
Pippin giggled at the feel of Merry's laugh. "Why do you sleep without a shirt, Merry?"
Merry thought for a moment. "You know, I'm not that sure, sweetie." He answered honestly. "But I'll bet you'll do in a few years to come." He nudged Pippin playfully. "You do it as you get older."
"Can we sleep together with no shirts on?" Pippin asked, hiding his face in Merry's soft, tan skin. He wasn't really this innocent. He was much more mature and educated than he was letting on, tonight. And something told him Merry knew that.
"I'd love too." Merry whispered, pulling Pippin even closer. "Now go to sleep, alright?" He instructed softly, kissing Pippin on his head again. "I love you so much."