Authors note: This takes place during the quest of the ring in a bit of an AU...because frankly...the ring is never mention or of any importance. Obviously certain people are OOC. Cos they are too cute to kill people! Awww... sooo cute...and yet...soooo evil. :-D I'm not sure exactly when in the quest this takes place but it is before they all get separated so sometime in FotR, after Gandalf "dies". I mean hey, you could kill elves, dwarves, hobbits and men, but you can't kill a wizard. That would just be unrealistic. ;-) hehehe. Oh one other warning: I am a M/P shipper *blushes* but this will have NO slash...I think. And if it does, it will only be implied in the very G-ist of ways. Yah! It's cousinlier friend-like love for each other. awwww. ^.^ This would be G except for the whole killing-people thing, so I'll take it up to PG-13 just incase. Alright that's it, let the evilness begin. Enjoy!

SO MUCH BLOOD

A LotR Horror Fan Fiction by Nora Lennon and Dani Took

CHAPTER ONE:

"Stick it in the ground!"

"It is in the ground!"

"Outside!"

"This was your idea!....AHHHH!"

"Merry...Merry!!" Pippin pleaded, crawling up beside his sleeping cousin.

"Wha? Leameee alon. I tiiird." Merry said groggily, rolling over to face Pippin despite himself.

"Merry, get up!!" Pippin gave him a little shove.

"Pippin!" Merry opened his eyes, blinking into the dark. "Whaaaaaat?" he whined. It wasn't even morning yet, what could possible be so important that he needed to be shaken awake before the sun came up?

"Merry! Please get up!" Pippin cried, and suddenly Merry noticed the urgency in his voice. He felt his stomach lurch as it always did when he heard that foreboding tone in his younger cousin's voice, a tone he had grown more accustom to as the quest wore on. But it had never been quite like this. Something was definitely wrong. He prop himself up on his elbows. "What is it Pip?"

Pippin was kneeling beside Merry, his whole body shaking violently. His green eyes were filled with tears. "I...I...I didn't mean to Merry."

"You didn't mean to what?"

"I...I don't know what happen...I just...I woke up and..." Pippin choked back a sob and threw himself into Merry's arms.

"Ooof! Pippin!" Merry pulled Pippin away from him. "Pippin, tell me, what did you do?"

Pippin looked at him in terror, all words having lost him.

"ARAGORN!!! COME QUICKLY!!!" Legolas shouted, startling the two hobbits. Pippin wailed and threw himself back into Merry's arms, who watched in shock as Aragorn ran over to the spot where Legolas stood, sickly pale.

"O by Elderith...what has happened?" Aragorn whispered, bending down to the ground.

"I was hoping you could tell me. I found him like this." Legolas replied quietly.

Merry strained to see what they were looking at in the darkness, as Pippin continued to sob onto his shoulder.

"Shall we wake the others?" Legolas asked never taking his gaze off whatever was in front of them.

"No, I don't think there is a need to alarm anyone, especially the little ones. Let's move him at least."

Legolas nodded and kneeled down, helping Aragorn lift what appeared to be a small body of the ground. As they carried it towards the forest, Merry caught a glimpse of it in the moonlight. He gasped.

Gimli, a limp dwarven figure in their arms, was covered in blood. So much blood. Merry shuddered as his form was carried out of the light. It was not until then that he looked down at Pippin, who was still crying.

"Pippin?" he coaxed, running a hand through Pippin's curls. Pippin's cries immediately softened at his cousin touch. "Pippin...shh...don't cry."

"He's...he's dead Merry," Pippin whimpered softly against Merry.

"Shh...It's alright Pippin...it'll be ok...he's not dead..."

"Yes...Yes he is!" Pippin said, this time more forcefully, looking up at him.

"How do you know that Pip?" Merry asked skeptically, he himself not wanting to believe what he saw was anything more than a bad dream.

"Because...bbb...because..." Pippin stuttered miserably. He looked down at his hands, and Merry followed his gaze. This time, Merry was too shocked to gasp.

"Because I killed him Merry," Pippin whispered, holding up his hands, both of which were covered in blood. So much blood.