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Note: I'm becoming an avid slash writer... Eeep. Well, this is romantic and cutesy fluff. I do so love these Hobbits. They are the epitome of sweet. I also wanted this story to give a lot of visuals, as it is mainly descriptions. Please give me your thoughts. Enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!
Crickets buzzed softly as Pippin sat musing under the Party Tree. It was one of the few nights out of the year where no one was out celebrating another's birthday, and Pippin was relishing in the silence resulting. The wind whistled softly through the tree's leaves and Pippin heard soft footsteps approaching him.
He turned, seeing Merry's silhouette emerging through the slight fog that had settled on the Shire that evening. Pippin leaned back against the trunk of the Party Tree, confident that Merry would not interrupt the peacefulness he was enjoying so much.
Merry didn't say a word, just sat down next to Pippin. His head tilted back against the trunk of the tree and he closed his eyes. He let out a contented sigh. They sat in silence for a while, reveling in each other's presence. Soon enough, Pippin's hand creeped over to take Merry's. Their fingers interlaced, and still they sat quietly. No words were needed; it was simple as that.
Merry gently ran his thumb up and down the side of Pippin's hand. He scooted in closer and rested his head on Pippin's shoulder. A rogue curl brushed Pippin's face and he blew it out of the way.
Merry's eyes opened briefly as he stole a glance at Pippin. He was staring straight into the distance, head and neck erect, the picture of dignity. It was his Pippin. Merry closed his eyes again.
Pippin turned his head slightly to look at Merry. His eyes were closed, a slight smile playing on his lips. He was the picture of serenity. Pippin slowly and smoothly closed the distance between him and the other Hobbit. He left a tender kiss among Merry's golden curls before settling his head atop Merry's. There they both fell into a blissful slumber.
At dawn Frodo found them on his morning stroll. They still leaned on each other for support, and their hands were still joined. Frodo shook his head and went to wake them before a less accepting Hobbit found them in such a compromising position.