Pippin woke up and tore his weary eyes open. His head was throbbing. He couldn't remember anything. He peered out of the window and then shut his eyes tight against the bright morning sun seeping through the curtains. He sat up carefully, immediatly regreting it. He held his head in his hands, trying to make the pain subside. He let out a moan and laid back down. His eyes snapped open as he felt something moving next to him. Someone. He cleared his throat softly, and waitied, wondering what to do. He finally got the courage to sit up and look. He looked, rubbed his eyes, and looked again, and then tried to wake the sleeping hobbit.br
"Merry! Merry, wake up!" he shoved the hobbit next to him.
"I'm up, i'm up," he muttered sleepily. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and then stared at Pippin. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I asked you first," Merry said playfully, giving Pippin a little shove. He then snuggled back down under the covers and closed his eyes. Pippin cleared his throat.
"Yes, but you're in my bed." Merry sat up boltright.
"What do you mean?" He looked around the room, realizing, for the first time, that he was in fact in Pippin's bed. "What happened? I don't remember this Pip. This isn't funny." Pippin shrugged and looked at him in horror. As far as he was concerned, if Merry didn't know what was going on, the situation didn't look too good.
"I don't know Merry! I just woke up, and...there you were!" Merry cursed under his breath and looked around the room for his clothes. "Merry..."
"Well, Pip, it looks like we drank too much last night. Close your eyes." Pippin did as he was told while Merry got out of the bed and put his clothes on. "Ok." Merry threw Pippin his clothes and walked over to the mirror and started straightening his messy curls out.
"So that's it? We just drank to much? You're going to leave it at that?" Merry looked at him oddly, and then turned back to the mirror.
"What do you mean?"
"Well...since neither of us remember what happened...well, we don't really know what happened...and in that case, there could have...have been some things to happen that..." Pippin stopped nervously, looking at Merry for help.
"Pippin, dear Pippin. You worry too much. Here, let's just put it like this. Is anythning happened, it was all in fun and we enjoyed it. Better?" He began to walk towards the door. "I'm going to see if it's too late for breakfast...I'll save you something."
"But Merry..."
"What is it Pip?"
"Well...I don't know...I just..." again, he trailed off miserably.
"Pippin, what's the matter?"
"I don't know...I just feel...I feel wrong. What if we did something that," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "wasn't right." Merry gave a small laugh and sat down on the corner of the bed.
"Everybody's gotten drunk and done silly things, Pip. It's ok."
"I wish I could believe you."
"Pippin!" he said in mock horror. "Have I ever lied to you?"
"Just that once. About the carrots. Well, maybe twice. No, three times, because remember when-"
"Pippin, I'm not lieing now. I promise." Pippin looked into his eyes, wondering and yearning. He tried to put all of the thoughts swimming around out of his head. He took a deep breath and tried again to speak.
"So, what do we do?"
"Well, that's simple. We just don't talk about it, Pip. Really, it's ok." Pippin bit his lip, deep in thought.
"But it isn't right, and-"
"Stop worrying about what's right. There's nothing we can do about it anyways. Now, I'm getting hungry. Are you coming with me?" Pippin shook his head. "Are you sure? You don't want something to eat?" He shook his head again. Merry sighed. "Look, Pip. If all of this means so much, then what do you want me to do about it?"
"What can we do to make it right?"
"I still don't see what's not right about it, Pip." Pippin sighed and began to pull his clothes on. "It's not right, because you're a boy. And so am I, and just supposing, just suppose that last night we did something that-"
"What makes you think that being with another boy is so wrong?" Pippin looked at him, confused. "Well?"
"Well, no one ever said that it was right, and I just don't think-"
"But did anyone ever tell you that it was wrong?"
"No...but, they didn't-"
"If they didn't say it was wrong, then who's to say it isn't right?" Pippin stopped for a moment, thinking. New swarms of thoughts flew through his head. Maybe Merry was right...maybe the two of them weren't such a bad idea. Did that mean he was suggesting- "But I'm off...I think if I don't get something to eat, I'll bust." He leaned over a gave Pippin a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't worry about it. Get washed up, and then come down for breakfast." Pippin nodded and watched Merry walk out of the room, humming.
"Merry! Merry, wake up!" he shoved the hobbit next to him.
"I'm up, i'm up," he muttered sleepily. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and then stared at Pippin. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I asked you first," Merry said playfully, giving Pippin a little shove. He then snuggled back down under the covers and closed his eyes. Pippin cleared his throat.
"Yes, but you're in my bed." Merry sat up boltright.
"What do you mean?" He looked around the room, realizing, for the first time, that he was in fact in Pippin's bed. "What happened? I don't remember this Pip. This isn't funny." Pippin shrugged and looked at him in horror. As far as he was concerned, if Merry didn't know what was going on, the situation didn't look too good.
"I don't know Merry! I just woke up, and...there you were!" Merry cursed under his breath and looked around the room for his clothes. "Merry..."
"Well, Pip, it looks like we drank too much last night. Close your eyes." Pippin did as he was told while Merry got out of the bed and put his clothes on. "Ok." Merry threw Pippin his clothes and walked over to the mirror and started straightening his messy curls out.
"So that's it? We just drank to much? You're going to leave it at that?" Merry looked at him oddly, and then turned back to the mirror.
"What do you mean?"
"Well...since neither of us remember what happened...well, we don't really know what happened...and in that case, there could have...have been some things to happen that..." Pippin stopped nervously, looking at Merry for help.
"Pippin, dear Pippin. You worry too much. Here, let's just put it like this. Is anythning happened, it was all in fun and we enjoyed it. Better?" He began to walk towards the door. "I'm going to see if it's too late for breakfast...I'll save you something."
"But Merry..."
"What is it Pip?"
"Well...I don't know...I just..." again, he trailed off miserably.
"Pippin, what's the matter?"
"I don't know...I just feel...I feel wrong. What if we did something that," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "wasn't right." Merry gave a small laugh and sat down on the corner of the bed.
"Everybody's gotten drunk and done silly things, Pip. It's ok."
"I wish I could believe you."
"Pippin!" he said in mock horror. "Have I ever lied to you?"
"Just that once. About the carrots. Well, maybe twice. No, three times, because remember when-"
"Pippin, I'm not lieing now. I promise." Pippin looked into his eyes, wondering and yearning. He tried to put all of the thoughts swimming around out of his head. He took a deep breath and tried again to speak.
"So, what do we do?"
"Well, that's simple. We just don't talk about it, Pip. Really, it's ok." Pippin bit his lip, deep in thought.
"But it isn't right, and-"
"Stop worrying about what's right. There's nothing we can do about it anyways. Now, I'm getting hungry. Are you coming with me?" Pippin shook his head. "Are you sure? You don't want something to eat?" He shook his head again. Merry sighed. "Look, Pip. If all of this means so much, then what do you want me to do about it?"
"What can we do to make it right?"
"I still don't see what's not right about it, Pip." Pippin sighed and began to pull his clothes on. "It's not right, because you're a boy. And so am I, and just supposing, just suppose that last night we did something that-"
"What makes you think that being with another boy is so wrong?" Pippin looked at him, confused. "Well?"
"Well, no one ever said that it was right, and I just don't think-"
"But did anyone ever tell you that it was wrong?"
"No...but, they didn't-"
"If they didn't say it was wrong, then who's to say it isn't right?" Pippin stopped for a moment, thinking. New swarms of thoughts flew through his head. Maybe Merry was right...maybe the two of them weren't such a bad idea. Did that mean he was suggesting- "But I'm off...I think if I don't get something to eat, I'll bust." He leaned over a gave Pippin a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't worry about it. Get washed up, and then come down for breakfast." Pippin nodded and watched Merry walk out of the room, humming.