Dis: I don't own LotR! The song is Nickel Creek's!
Pairing: Merry/Pippin
A/N: There may be more chapters but without the song.
Summery: Pippin's thoughts on Merry as Merry sleeps by a river. Afton is
Not a real river in ME but for this story it is! This is a slash! I adore
M/P! And I love Merry and Pippin in general and I LOVE Dominic Monaghan! My
first LotR fic R/R! Flames will be used to light Gandy's fireworks. (I
don't like fireworks by the way!)
Enjoy!
Sweet Afton
Flow gently sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise:
My Merry's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not his dream.
Merry was asleep by his favorite spot on the river again. I was just about
to run out and wake him when he gave a heavy sigh. I stopped short.
Something was wrong with me. I wanted to go to him lay by him forever...
Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
I wanted him. Badly. To be by his side forever. No I can't fall in love
with my cousin. It's unnatural! Why is this happening to me! Merry I love
you! I want to shout out now but I keep it to myself.
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills,
There daily I wonder as noon rises high
My flocks and my Merry's sweet cot in my eye.
I return here often just to sit here hidden in the brush watching Merry
sleep. I now fantasize and extend my dreams. Sometimes they become a little
to real and I would have to leave to stay safe.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow:
There oft as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea
The sweet scented birk shades my Merry and me.
I finally plucked up the courage to go lay beside him. " Hullo Pip! " He
says lazily. I mumble a similar greeting and lay down beside him, We spend
long afternoons just laying there.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Merry resides,
How wanton thy waters his snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flow'rets he stems thy clear wave.
"Pip? " he says to me one afternoon. I don't reply. " Pip, how much do you
love me?" Sweet Afton! Maybe he does feel the same. "More than anyone!" I
reply. He was suddenly on me kissing my neck. " I love you Pippin!" he
mutters.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays,
My Merry's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not his dream.
Hours later out clothes back on the correct bodies we walked back home.
Both of us were happier now then we ever had been! Even with the events
that were soon to come we were happy deep down just being together. My
sweet Merry and me!
Pairing: Merry/Pippin
A/N: There may be more chapters but without the song.
Summery: Pippin's thoughts on Merry as Merry sleeps by a river. Afton is
Not a real river in ME but for this story it is! This is a slash! I adore
M/P! And I love Merry and Pippin in general and I LOVE Dominic Monaghan! My
first LotR fic R/R! Flames will be used to light Gandy's fireworks. (I
don't like fireworks by the way!)
Enjoy!
Sweet Afton
Flow gently sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise:
My Merry's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not his dream.
Merry was asleep by his favorite spot on the river again. I was just about
to run out and wake him when he gave a heavy sigh. I stopped short.
Something was wrong with me. I wanted to go to him lay by him forever...
Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
I wanted him. Badly. To be by his side forever. No I can't fall in love
with my cousin. It's unnatural! Why is this happening to me! Merry I love
you! I want to shout out now but I keep it to myself.
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills,
There daily I wonder as noon rises high
My flocks and my Merry's sweet cot in my eye.
I return here often just to sit here hidden in the brush watching Merry
sleep. I now fantasize and extend my dreams. Sometimes they become a little
to real and I would have to leave to stay safe.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow:
There oft as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea
The sweet scented birk shades my Merry and me.
I finally plucked up the courage to go lay beside him. " Hullo Pip! " He
says lazily. I mumble a similar greeting and lay down beside him, We spend
long afternoons just laying there.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Merry resides,
How wanton thy waters his snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flow'rets he stems thy clear wave.
"Pip? " he says to me one afternoon. I don't reply. " Pip, how much do you
love me?" Sweet Afton! Maybe he does feel the same. "More than anyone!" I
reply. He was suddenly on me kissing my neck. " I love you Pippin!" he
mutters.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays,
My Merry's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not his dream.
Hours later out clothes back on the correct bodies we walked back home.
Both of us were happier now then we ever had been! Even with the events
that were soon to come we were happy deep down just being together. My
sweet Merry and me!