Title: An Unusual Remedy, Chapter 1: Escape
Author: Serpent Satellite
Pairing(s): Merry/Pippin, will also contain Frodo/Sam
Rating: At the moment, maybe PG-13?
Summary: An escape from a domestic prison.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I do not make any claim to them. I am not making any money off them. Please don't sue me.
Warning: Pretty slushy stuff. This is slash, AKA M/M relationships; so if this bothers you, don't waste my time or your time reading it. Flames will be used to warm my cold typer's hands. (Have you ever noticed how your hands get cold when you type for a long time? Weird.)
Feedback: Yes please! Leave it here or e-mail me.
Companion Piece: Appearing soon at my website will be a few drawings of this first chapter, done by the incredibly talented Shaina, one of my dear friends. I'll let you know when they get posted.
Authors Note: Ok guys, here's the deal. This is my first LotR fan fic. I am extremely apprehensive about this, so please be gentle. And because I'm just getting used to writing LotR, I'm leaving a few glaring plot holes. I probably shouldn't do this, but I'm going to anyway. Just assume that Merry and Pippin are living together; it doesn't really matter where. Sorry. But please enjoy, anyway! *Hopeful smile* Oh, and I would like to make a dedication, even though she doesn't know me and will probably never read this. To Daisy Gamgee, for ensnaring me into the world of Merry and Pippin with her wonderful fic "The History of Us." Truly an inspiration. Hats off to you.
An Unusual Remedy
By Serpent Satellite
Chapter 1: Escape
In the calm before the morning's hustle and bustle commenced, a small figure could be seen running through the fields, a mere whisper of movement as the only sound that proceeded. It was impossible to tell whether he was running away from or towards someone; maybe a bit of both. Either way, the little one seemed to be in a hurry, and nothing would deter him from his path.
Finally, he leapt over a fence and found himself at the end of the woods. He paused a bit, hands on his hips, bare feet tapping softly on the forest floor. Finally he seemed to have determined his path and he continued, a little more cautiously. He maneuvered through the trees, searching with his eyes. He began to hurry a bit more. This led to his literal downfall, when his foot caught on a tree root and he sprawled on the ground. He picked himself up, dusted himself off, and continued walking until he reached his destination.
A large boulder protruded from the ground like a sea monster rising from the depths and the hobbit hoisted himself onto it. He tried to find a comfortable seat, wincing as a sharp point poked him in the backside. Finally succeeding in situating himself, he sat back and kicked his feet idly against the rock, his toes ghosting over the ground.
He was, however, unable to fully enjoy the peaceful sounds of the wood, not with his mind on other things. He was beginning to regret his hasty departure from the house. He had run without a thought towards the consequences. But how could he be truly faulted? Might as well blame the early morning mist from dissipating, the sun for showing its bright smile so early, the birds for chirping so jovially in a cheery invitation: *Come and play!* And so all thoughts of responsibility and care had left his mind as he stood from the breakfast table and took a step towards the door. But he had been stopped by a grab at the back of his shirt and dragged unwillingly back to the kitchen to help with the dishes. But the foolish hand had let go, and that had been a mistake indeed. For as soon as he was free from restraint he was running, running through the house and outside, into *freedom!*
The hobbit's kicking pace increased and a frustrated expression marred his young face. He shouldn't have acted so rashly. He should've stuck around and helped and then maybe the both of them could have gone out together and enjoyed the day, having lost a few minutes but gained a very worthy companion. Now all that would be waiting for him when he got home would be a scowl and a -
A squeak escaped his lips as his hand was suddenly yanked and he was pulled backwards off the boulder. He landed on his back on the ground with a hard *whump,* knocking the breath out of him. Lying on his back, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he tried to restore air to his lungs, a face appeared before his, peering down at him with a slight frown.
When he could finally breathe again, the fallen hobbit spoke. "You scared the life out of me, Meriadoc Brandybuck!" he said, sounding as indignant as a hobbit could sound lying flat on his back in the dirt, at the mercy of his captor.
Merry blinked down at his prisoner, and then sat back on his heels, glowering. "Yes, well, I'm afraid that's what you get when you run off like that, Peregrin Took. And how was I supposed to know where you'd got off to?"
Pippin sat up, once more dusting himself off vigorously. "You seem to be missing the point, Merry. I ran off so you *wouldn't* find me!"
"Why should you be running, Pip?"
Pippin shook his head, dismayed. He gestured wildly around him at their surroundings. "Can you blame me from running from the kitchen when there was a day like this waiting just beyond our front door? And you wouldn't even let me go out and greet it." He looked down at the ground, nudging a beetle along with his fingertip.
Merry's resolve faltered as Pippin's expression grew guilty. He had intended to go and find him and give him a good talking to, reminding him how he had certain duties to do around the house, such as drying the dishes, that could not be shirked off just because a pleasant morning came calling. But he couldn't really fault the lad for wanting a bit of sunlight. That would be hypocritical, for he that very morning had longed to flee the confines of their stuffy home for the wide-open spaces of the Shire.
A sigh escaped his lips and then he laughed, defeated, reaching out and pushing Pippin onto his back again. Merry lay on the ground beside him, propping himself up on one elbow so he could see Pippin's face. "You really are an insufferable bother, you know," he teased gently.
Pippin propped himself up as well, facing Merry with an inquisitive look upon his face. "Well, if I'm an insufferable bother, what would that make you for sticking by me?" He raised one eyebrow, demanding an answer.
Merry reached out a hand to Pippin's cheek, and Pippin leaned into the touch instinctively. Merry's eyes followed his fingertips as they traced a lazy path across Pippin's features, examining every fine detail. His fingers came to rest lightly on Pippin's lips, and Merry looked into Pippin's eyes. "A fool for you," he murmured seriously.
Pippin pressed a soft kiss to Merry's fingers. "Well I suppose we're both fools then," he replied, and pushing Merry's hand away, eliminated the distance between their faces.
The kiss was wondrously familiar; something that had been tasted many times but had yet to lose its appeal. Their mouths moved together in their perfect fit, sliding comfortably against each other. Their lips parted languidly, allowing tongues to seek out favorite places in the warmness of each others' mouths. Merry's hand reached for Pippin and pulled him into his arms as they deepened the kiss. He rolled the younger hobbit onto his back, tracing Pippin's body with his hands much as his tongue traced Pippin's mouth. A moan escaped Pippin and Merry pulled back, looking down at him.
"All is forgiven then?" Pippin asked breathily, licking his slightly swollen lips.
"All is forgiven," Merry answered, getting off Pippin and sitting up, straightening his clothes. "But you have got to start helping out a bit around the house. It's running me ragged."
Pippin groaned dramatically, rolling onto his stomach, beating his fists against the ground. "I hate housework!" he exclaimed angrily. He looked up at Merry hopefully. "Let's just forget work today, Merry, please? Let's take a picnic out, go pick berries, *anything* but housework!"
Chuckling, Merry stood and held out his hand, helping Pippin to his feet. "We shall go back home and wash the breakfast dishes, just like we should," he said, and Pippin's face fell. Merry smiled reassuringly at Pippin. "But then we shall go and visit Frodo and Sam, and see how they are getting on, alright?"
Pippin brightened visibly. "Very well," he replied. "That should please us all, at any rate. After all, you know how much Sam enjoys our visits."
Merry laughed heartily and grabbed Pippin's hand. Together they ran out of the forest, back into the sunlight and towards home.
To be continued.
Author: Serpent Satellite
Pairing(s): Merry/Pippin, will also contain Frodo/Sam
Rating: At the moment, maybe PG-13?
Summary: An escape from a domestic prison.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I do not make any claim to them. I am not making any money off them. Please don't sue me.
Warning: Pretty slushy stuff. This is slash, AKA M/M relationships; so if this bothers you, don't waste my time or your time reading it. Flames will be used to warm my cold typer's hands. (Have you ever noticed how your hands get cold when you type for a long time? Weird.)
Feedback: Yes please! Leave it here or e-mail me.
Companion Piece: Appearing soon at my website will be a few drawings of this first chapter, done by the incredibly talented Shaina, one of my dear friends. I'll let you know when they get posted.
Authors Note: Ok guys, here's the deal. This is my first LotR fan fic. I am extremely apprehensive about this, so please be gentle. And because I'm just getting used to writing LotR, I'm leaving a few glaring plot holes. I probably shouldn't do this, but I'm going to anyway. Just assume that Merry and Pippin are living together; it doesn't really matter where. Sorry. But please enjoy, anyway! *Hopeful smile* Oh, and I would like to make a dedication, even though she doesn't know me and will probably never read this. To Daisy Gamgee, for ensnaring me into the world of Merry and Pippin with her wonderful fic "The History of Us." Truly an inspiration. Hats off to you.
An Unusual Remedy
By Serpent Satellite
Chapter 1: Escape
In the calm before the morning's hustle and bustle commenced, a small figure could be seen running through the fields, a mere whisper of movement as the only sound that proceeded. It was impossible to tell whether he was running away from or towards someone; maybe a bit of both. Either way, the little one seemed to be in a hurry, and nothing would deter him from his path.
Finally, he leapt over a fence and found himself at the end of the woods. He paused a bit, hands on his hips, bare feet tapping softly on the forest floor. Finally he seemed to have determined his path and he continued, a little more cautiously. He maneuvered through the trees, searching with his eyes. He began to hurry a bit more. This led to his literal downfall, when his foot caught on a tree root and he sprawled on the ground. He picked himself up, dusted himself off, and continued walking until he reached his destination.
A large boulder protruded from the ground like a sea monster rising from the depths and the hobbit hoisted himself onto it. He tried to find a comfortable seat, wincing as a sharp point poked him in the backside. Finally succeeding in situating himself, he sat back and kicked his feet idly against the rock, his toes ghosting over the ground.
He was, however, unable to fully enjoy the peaceful sounds of the wood, not with his mind on other things. He was beginning to regret his hasty departure from the house. He had run without a thought towards the consequences. But how could he be truly faulted? Might as well blame the early morning mist from dissipating, the sun for showing its bright smile so early, the birds for chirping so jovially in a cheery invitation: *Come and play!* And so all thoughts of responsibility and care had left his mind as he stood from the breakfast table and took a step towards the door. But he had been stopped by a grab at the back of his shirt and dragged unwillingly back to the kitchen to help with the dishes. But the foolish hand had let go, and that had been a mistake indeed. For as soon as he was free from restraint he was running, running through the house and outside, into *freedom!*
The hobbit's kicking pace increased and a frustrated expression marred his young face. He shouldn't have acted so rashly. He should've stuck around and helped and then maybe the both of them could have gone out together and enjoyed the day, having lost a few minutes but gained a very worthy companion. Now all that would be waiting for him when he got home would be a scowl and a -
A squeak escaped his lips as his hand was suddenly yanked and he was pulled backwards off the boulder. He landed on his back on the ground with a hard *whump,* knocking the breath out of him. Lying on his back, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he tried to restore air to his lungs, a face appeared before his, peering down at him with a slight frown.
When he could finally breathe again, the fallen hobbit spoke. "You scared the life out of me, Meriadoc Brandybuck!" he said, sounding as indignant as a hobbit could sound lying flat on his back in the dirt, at the mercy of his captor.
Merry blinked down at his prisoner, and then sat back on his heels, glowering. "Yes, well, I'm afraid that's what you get when you run off like that, Peregrin Took. And how was I supposed to know where you'd got off to?"
Pippin sat up, once more dusting himself off vigorously. "You seem to be missing the point, Merry. I ran off so you *wouldn't* find me!"
"Why should you be running, Pip?"
Pippin shook his head, dismayed. He gestured wildly around him at their surroundings. "Can you blame me from running from the kitchen when there was a day like this waiting just beyond our front door? And you wouldn't even let me go out and greet it." He looked down at the ground, nudging a beetle along with his fingertip.
Merry's resolve faltered as Pippin's expression grew guilty. He had intended to go and find him and give him a good talking to, reminding him how he had certain duties to do around the house, such as drying the dishes, that could not be shirked off just because a pleasant morning came calling. But he couldn't really fault the lad for wanting a bit of sunlight. That would be hypocritical, for he that very morning had longed to flee the confines of their stuffy home for the wide-open spaces of the Shire.
A sigh escaped his lips and then he laughed, defeated, reaching out and pushing Pippin onto his back again. Merry lay on the ground beside him, propping himself up on one elbow so he could see Pippin's face. "You really are an insufferable bother, you know," he teased gently.
Pippin propped himself up as well, facing Merry with an inquisitive look upon his face. "Well, if I'm an insufferable bother, what would that make you for sticking by me?" He raised one eyebrow, demanding an answer.
Merry reached out a hand to Pippin's cheek, and Pippin leaned into the touch instinctively. Merry's eyes followed his fingertips as they traced a lazy path across Pippin's features, examining every fine detail. His fingers came to rest lightly on Pippin's lips, and Merry looked into Pippin's eyes. "A fool for you," he murmured seriously.
Pippin pressed a soft kiss to Merry's fingers. "Well I suppose we're both fools then," he replied, and pushing Merry's hand away, eliminated the distance between their faces.
The kiss was wondrously familiar; something that had been tasted many times but had yet to lose its appeal. Their mouths moved together in their perfect fit, sliding comfortably against each other. Their lips parted languidly, allowing tongues to seek out favorite places in the warmness of each others' mouths. Merry's hand reached for Pippin and pulled him into his arms as they deepened the kiss. He rolled the younger hobbit onto his back, tracing Pippin's body with his hands much as his tongue traced Pippin's mouth. A moan escaped Pippin and Merry pulled back, looking down at him.
"All is forgiven then?" Pippin asked breathily, licking his slightly swollen lips.
"All is forgiven," Merry answered, getting off Pippin and sitting up, straightening his clothes. "But you have got to start helping out a bit around the house. It's running me ragged."
Pippin groaned dramatically, rolling onto his stomach, beating his fists against the ground. "I hate housework!" he exclaimed angrily. He looked up at Merry hopefully. "Let's just forget work today, Merry, please? Let's take a picnic out, go pick berries, *anything* but housework!"
Chuckling, Merry stood and held out his hand, helping Pippin to his feet. "We shall go back home and wash the breakfast dishes, just like we should," he said, and Pippin's face fell. Merry smiled reassuringly at Pippin. "But then we shall go and visit Frodo and Sam, and see how they are getting on, alright?"
Pippin brightened visibly. "Very well," he replied. "That should please us all, at any rate. After all, you know how much Sam enjoys our visits."
Merry laughed heartily and grabbed Pippin's hand. Together they ran out of the forest, back into the sunlight and towards home.
To be continued.