A/N: This is my first LOTR fanfiction. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Merry, Pippin, and any other character you may recognize belong to J.R.R. Tolkein, the god of literature.
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Orange and yellow leaves fluttered passed a huge open arch. Soft transparent curtains fluttered lightly in a cool breeze. A fierce blood red sunset sunk behind the horizon and Rivendell lit up with sparkling lights. Inside a huge hall all the elves gathered for some nightly festivities, mostly songs and story telling.
Apart from the crowd stood two hobbits drinking from elegant silver goblets. One had a mane of golden curls and the other's head was crowned with a mat of brown that was also curly. They looked around at the growing crowd of elves with a mixture of awe and annoyance. Neither was too keen to be in a room full of folks that were taller then them.
"Merry," whispered the one with brown locks, "where have Sam and Frodo gotten to? I seem to have lost track of 'em."
Merry stood on the tips of his furry toes and began to search the crowd. "Found 'em Pip. Frodo is talkin' to Gandalf and Sam is close by talkin' to an elf. Fancy that Sam actually got enough nerve to talk to one of 'em."
"Yeah fancy that. Don't know why he bothers though. The elves aren't what you'd call interesting," Pippin said a bit to sullenly.
"What's the matter Pip?" Merry asked, putting his hand on his cousin's shoulder. A concerned look glinted in his eyes.
"I'm bored. Where's the dancin' and jolly drinkin'? All these elves seem to want to stand around and talk," Whined Pippin taking another sip from his goblet.
"Don't worry in no time at all we'll be back at the Green Dragon, dancing on tables and drinking up a storm. I promise," Merry's face moved closer to Pippin's. Their breaths danced on each other's cheeks.
"That's fine and dandy, except that doesn't solve what we are to do tonight, besides dying of boredom," One of the elves had begun a slow, somber song about some war or another. Pippin really wasn't listening.
"I know Pip, don't get yer trousers in a twist just yet. First thing we need to do is get out of here," Merry pushed passed many legs towards the exit. Pippin a bit slow on the uptake set down his cup and ran after his cousin. Some elves voiced their displeasure at having two half-lings running about their feet, but the cousin's didn't pay them any attention.
They stepped out into the cooling night. A large pale moon hung low in the sky. In the distance Merry heard the roaring of a waterfall. Beside him Pippin gave a little shiver. Merry wrapped an arm around his cousin's back and pulled him close. Pippin smiled happily and hiccuped.
"Well I'll give them elves one thing. They sure know how to make a good drink," he said, his tone returning to its usual cheeriness.
"They sure do. Now where to Mr. Took?" Merry tickled Pippin's side a little. The young hobbit giggled.
"I don't know Mr. Brandybuck. How 'bout the soft lovely bed Elrond said we could use?"
"That sound's great," Merry kissed Pippin's neck, his hand slowly moving down to the small of Pippin's back.
"Not here you idiot," said Pippin trying to keep a straight face, "come on." He grabbed Merry's hand and led him down a stone pathway. Their bare feet padded on the rock in silence.
They ran up a beautifully carved staircase and into a small room off of a large breezeway. Against one wall was a large bed covered in blankets and pillows, on another hung a tapestry depicting a ship sailing across an ocean bathed in fading sunlight.
Merry climbed up a small stepladder into the bed. His golden curls shined in the candlelight. Pippin ripped his shirt off and climbed in after. They met with a passionate kiss; Pippin's hands curling into Merry's hair. Pulling away Merry tore off his own shirt. He put his hands on Pippin's smooth chest and pushed him down into the soft bed.
Their bodies melted together, caressing each other softly. Pippin moaned as Merry kissed his chest. Slowly he moved his way down stopping as his lips met a soft curly down. With his teeth Merry unbuttoned Pippin's pants. Pippin grabbed the back of his head.
"Now it's time to get your trousers in a twist," Merry whispered, pulling down Pippin's pants.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Later that Night ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sam stood in the doorway and looked at the two hobbits cuddled up next to each other in the bed. Frodo walked up behind him.
"Do ya think we should wake up Merry and Pippin and tell 'em they are sleeping in the wrong bed?" Sam asked.
"No, leave them. We'll just sleep in their bed tonight," Frodo ushered Sam out and shut the door. They walked across the breezeway and into another room.
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A/N: I know it is fluff crap. But I like it. It's cute. Well hope you liked. Please review. And if you patiently wait I may post some more slash fluff for LOTR. Maybe even more for this story. .
Disclaimer: Merry, Pippin, and any other character you may recognize belong to J.R.R. Tolkein, the god of literature.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Orange and yellow leaves fluttered passed a huge open arch. Soft transparent curtains fluttered lightly in a cool breeze. A fierce blood red sunset sunk behind the horizon and Rivendell lit up with sparkling lights. Inside a huge hall all the elves gathered for some nightly festivities, mostly songs and story telling.
Apart from the crowd stood two hobbits drinking from elegant silver goblets. One had a mane of golden curls and the other's head was crowned with a mat of brown that was also curly. They looked around at the growing crowd of elves with a mixture of awe and annoyance. Neither was too keen to be in a room full of folks that were taller then them.
"Merry," whispered the one with brown locks, "where have Sam and Frodo gotten to? I seem to have lost track of 'em."
Merry stood on the tips of his furry toes and began to search the crowd. "Found 'em Pip. Frodo is talkin' to Gandalf and Sam is close by talkin' to an elf. Fancy that Sam actually got enough nerve to talk to one of 'em."
"Yeah fancy that. Don't know why he bothers though. The elves aren't what you'd call interesting," Pippin said a bit to sullenly.
"What's the matter Pip?" Merry asked, putting his hand on his cousin's shoulder. A concerned look glinted in his eyes.
"I'm bored. Where's the dancin' and jolly drinkin'? All these elves seem to want to stand around and talk," Whined Pippin taking another sip from his goblet.
"Don't worry in no time at all we'll be back at the Green Dragon, dancing on tables and drinking up a storm. I promise," Merry's face moved closer to Pippin's. Their breaths danced on each other's cheeks.
"That's fine and dandy, except that doesn't solve what we are to do tonight, besides dying of boredom," One of the elves had begun a slow, somber song about some war or another. Pippin really wasn't listening.
"I know Pip, don't get yer trousers in a twist just yet. First thing we need to do is get out of here," Merry pushed passed many legs towards the exit. Pippin a bit slow on the uptake set down his cup and ran after his cousin. Some elves voiced their displeasure at having two half-lings running about their feet, but the cousin's didn't pay them any attention.
They stepped out into the cooling night. A large pale moon hung low in the sky. In the distance Merry heard the roaring of a waterfall. Beside him Pippin gave a little shiver. Merry wrapped an arm around his cousin's back and pulled him close. Pippin smiled happily and hiccuped.
"Well I'll give them elves one thing. They sure know how to make a good drink," he said, his tone returning to its usual cheeriness.
"They sure do. Now where to Mr. Took?" Merry tickled Pippin's side a little. The young hobbit giggled.
"I don't know Mr. Brandybuck. How 'bout the soft lovely bed Elrond said we could use?"
"That sound's great," Merry kissed Pippin's neck, his hand slowly moving down to the small of Pippin's back.
"Not here you idiot," said Pippin trying to keep a straight face, "come on." He grabbed Merry's hand and led him down a stone pathway. Their bare feet padded on the rock in silence.
They ran up a beautifully carved staircase and into a small room off of a large breezeway. Against one wall was a large bed covered in blankets and pillows, on another hung a tapestry depicting a ship sailing across an ocean bathed in fading sunlight.
Merry climbed up a small stepladder into the bed. His golden curls shined in the candlelight. Pippin ripped his shirt off and climbed in after. They met with a passionate kiss; Pippin's hands curling into Merry's hair. Pulling away Merry tore off his own shirt. He put his hands on Pippin's smooth chest and pushed him down into the soft bed.
Their bodies melted together, caressing each other softly. Pippin moaned as Merry kissed his chest. Slowly he moved his way down stopping as his lips met a soft curly down. With his teeth Merry unbuttoned Pippin's pants. Pippin grabbed the back of his head.
"Now it's time to get your trousers in a twist," Merry whispered, pulling down Pippin's pants.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Later that Night ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sam stood in the doorway and looked at the two hobbits cuddled up next to each other in the bed. Frodo walked up behind him.
"Do ya think we should wake up Merry and Pippin and tell 'em they are sleeping in the wrong bed?" Sam asked.
"No, leave them. We'll just sleep in their bed tonight," Frodo ushered Sam out and shut the door. They walked across the breezeway and into another room.
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A/N: I know it is fluff crap. But I like it. It's cute. Well hope you liked. Please review. And if you patiently wait I may post some more slash fluff for LOTR. Maybe even more for this story. .