Say by Pooki Ze Great
CHAPTER 2
Pairing: M/P
Warning: (For all the gay incest hobbit porn-hating people out there) This is gay incest hobbit porn... and so if you don't like gay incest hobbit porn, you really shouldn't keep reading. go look at elf porn or something.
Feedback: Sure, but no flames, or I will bite you really really hard. Be afraid... be sort of afraid.
Disclaimer: If I owned LOTR, Merry, Pippin and me would be having a threesome right now, but I don't, so leave me alone.
Summary: So we all know that Merry and Estella Bolger were wed, right? But who ever said he wanted to?
Rating: I dunno, R? Well how about this, if you know the differences between little boys and little girls, and how babies come about, then I'm pretty sure you're okay to read this.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Tragedy (as fair warning for you all, by the end it will not be a happy ending.)
A/N: This got inspired by the way I wrote a story I'm doing on ff.net right now called 'The Brilliant Dance', where I find a song which makes me think of something, and put a quote from it at the beginning of each chapter. SO yes, here you go. Oh yeah, it's my first time writing gay incest hobbit porn so, uhhh, gimmie a break if it sucks ass. I mean, dudes, I'm a friggin virgin, if something is wrong with the way something works, then just tell me, I wouldn't know.. Poor me. Erlack, well here's the story, chapter two.
Another A/N: I know most of this doesn't really make sense, with living and Frodo and ARGH too many things, but I don't care, this are just my ramblings.
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"But if he say say says that he loves me, I can cry, I an smile. But if he say say says that he needs me, there's a light, there's a light, light for me." -The Corrs, 'Say'
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The day after that fateful dream, Merry slowly made his way over to Frodo's for more planning.
He tried to concentrate on the late morning's sun, or on the few scattered white clouds drifting leisurely through the sky.
He had sworn to himself that he would not think those thoughts for his poor young cousin, who would probably be absolutely horrified at the dream he had had.
He was just starting to forget himself again, and going over the finer details of the dream in his mind when suddenly he noticed the dream's cneter, his cousin, standing at the side of the road, leaning on a fence, and searching, it seemed, for answers in the bright blue sky.
Merry admired his cousin's slender body, soft looking, shining curls, and wonderfully bright green eyes gazing out over the fields he was at the edge of.
But today those eyes seemed to be overshadowed by a cloud far darker and greater of size than those in the peaceful sky.
Merry remembered once again the happenings at Frodo's yesterday, and decided that he was lucky Pip'd been off in his head, otherwise he'd've most likely ran away before Merry had a chance to speak with him.
'But this time he'd definitely have some very good reasons to run from you, wouldn't he Meriadoc,' a nasty voice hissed in his head, sending flashbacks of that terribly wonderful dream running anew in Merry's mind.
He shook himself quickly. No, there wasn't possibly a way he could know about that. It was something else, and Merry had a duty as his friend and cousin to find out what was wrong with his poor *beautiful* cousin.
He snuck up quietly behind Pip and grabbed him, wrapping his arms around Pip's chest and hugging the young Took close to him.
But Pippin was wiggling frantically in an attempt to get away, and when certain thoughts came not from his mind, but from other parts of his body, he spun his cousin around instead and held him lightly by the shoulders, ready to tighten his grip at the slightest sign of an attempted getaway.
"Oh, M-Merry," Pip stuttered," I had thought you were someone else. Trying to a-attack me..." He blushed at the obvious lie. For how long had he watched Merry from afar? He had known exactly how it would feel to be pressed against it.
Merry gazed seriously into Pippin's bright red face, worried. He looked much skinnier than the last time they had had a long talk, which now that merry thought about it, was over a month ago. Had he really been so caught up in Estella and the wedding to have neglected his best friend for so long? But oh well, the past is the past, and now he had to make it right.
"Pip love," and here they both blushed slightly at the casual use of the word, "what's wrong?"
They looked into each other's eyes, bright green melding with grey-blue for what seemed like an eternity until Pip decided he couldn't keep his secret any longer.
"What is wrong, Meriadoc Brandybuck, is that I am horribly in love with you and have been for all these years you've chased skirts, and now you're getting married so I'll never have you... That's what's wrong." And with that Pippin pressed his lips against Merry's in a desperate, hungry, yet still (as was his way), innocent kiss before jumping away over the fence and running wildly far into the fields, bitterly hoping against hope that he would never have to face his cousin again.
Merry stood there, shocked, staring at the place where Pip'd been, with a million thoughts running through his head.
He was still standing, still as stone, hands still outstretched, a few minutes later when life seemed to rush back into him. "And I you, Peregrin Took. And I you."
With that he ran to Frodo's, passing the scenery by with a blur, until he finally burst in through the door to find Frodo at the kitchen table where only yesterday they had sat and talked.
Frodo looked up at this cousin of his who had just ran in, standing at the doorway, chest heaving and hair hanging in his eyes, with worry and joy mingled in the expression on his face.
And then finally Merry began to say the words Frodo and Pippin had waited for for those few long years, and gave up hope of ever hearing when he asked for Estella's hand:
"Frodo, I've something to tell you and you must swear to not speak of this to a soul."
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Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up within the next week or so... Yes and um, review, cause you love me. :)
Pairing: M/P
Warning: (For all the gay incest hobbit porn-hating people out there) This is gay incest hobbit porn... and so if you don't like gay incest hobbit porn, you really shouldn't keep reading. go look at elf porn or something.
Feedback: Sure, but no flames, or I will bite you really really hard. Be afraid... be sort of afraid.
Disclaimer: If I owned LOTR, Merry, Pippin and me would be having a threesome right now, but I don't, so leave me alone.
Summary: So we all know that Merry and Estella Bolger were wed, right? But who ever said he wanted to?
Rating: I dunno, R? Well how about this, if you know the differences between little boys and little girls, and how babies come about, then I'm pretty sure you're okay to read this.
Genre: Romance/Angst/Tragedy (as fair warning for you all, by the end it will not be a happy ending.)
A/N: This got inspired by the way I wrote a story I'm doing on ff.net right now called 'The Brilliant Dance', where I find a song which makes me think of something, and put a quote from it at the beginning of each chapter. SO yes, here you go. Oh yeah, it's my first time writing gay incest hobbit porn so, uhhh, gimmie a break if it sucks ass. I mean, dudes, I'm a friggin virgin, if something is wrong with the way something works, then just tell me, I wouldn't know.. Poor me. Erlack, well here's the story, chapter two.
Another A/N: I know most of this doesn't really make sense, with living and Frodo and ARGH too many things, but I don't care, this are just my ramblings.
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"But if he say say says that he loves me, I can cry, I an smile. But if he say say says that he needs me, there's a light, there's a light, light for me." -The Corrs, 'Say'
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The day after that fateful dream, Merry slowly made his way over to Frodo's for more planning.
He tried to concentrate on the late morning's sun, or on the few scattered white clouds drifting leisurely through the sky.
He had sworn to himself that he would not think those thoughts for his poor young cousin, who would probably be absolutely horrified at the dream he had had.
He was just starting to forget himself again, and going over the finer details of the dream in his mind when suddenly he noticed the dream's cneter, his cousin, standing at the side of the road, leaning on a fence, and searching, it seemed, for answers in the bright blue sky.
Merry admired his cousin's slender body, soft looking, shining curls, and wonderfully bright green eyes gazing out over the fields he was at the edge of.
But today those eyes seemed to be overshadowed by a cloud far darker and greater of size than those in the peaceful sky.
Merry remembered once again the happenings at Frodo's yesterday, and decided that he was lucky Pip'd been off in his head, otherwise he'd've most likely ran away before Merry had a chance to speak with him.
'But this time he'd definitely have some very good reasons to run from you, wouldn't he Meriadoc,' a nasty voice hissed in his head, sending flashbacks of that terribly wonderful dream running anew in Merry's mind.
He shook himself quickly. No, there wasn't possibly a way he could know about that. It was something else, and Merry had a duty as his friend and cousin to find out what was wrong with his poor *beautiful* cousin.
He snuck up quietly behind Pip and grabbed him, wrapping his arms around Pip's chest and hugging the young Took close to him.
But Pippin was wiggling frantically in an attempt to get away, and when certain thoughts came not from his mind, but from other parts of his body, he spun his cousin around instead and held him lightly by the shoulders, ready to tighten his grip at the slightest sign of an attempted getaway.
"Oh, M-Merry," Pip stuttered," I had thought you were someone else. Trying to a-attack me..." He blushed at the obvious lie. For how long had he watched Merry from afar? He had known exactly how it would feel to be pressed against it.
Merry gazed seriously into Pippin's bright red face, worried. He looked much skinnier than the last time they had had a long talk, which now that merry thought about it, was over a month ago. Had he really been so caught up in Estella and the wedding to have neglected his best friend for so long? But oh well, the past is the past, and now he had to make it right.
"Pip love," and here they both blushed slightly at the casual use of the word, "what's wrong?"
They looked into each other's eyes, bright green melding with grey-blue for what seemed like an eternity until Pip decided he couldn't keep his secret any longer.
"What is wrong, Meriadoc Brandybuck, is that I am horribly in love with you and have been for all these years you've chased skirts, and now you're getting married so I'll never have you... That's what's wrong." And with that Pippin pressed his lips against Merry's in a desperate, hungry, yet still (as was his way), innocent kiss before jumping away over the fence and running wildly far into the fields, bitterly hoping against hope that he would never have to face his cousin again.
Merry stood there, shocked, staring at the place where Pip'd been, with a million thoughts running through his head.
He was still standing, still as stone, hands still outstretched, a few minutes later when life seemed to rush back into him. "And I you, Peregrin Took. And I you."
With that he ran to Frodo's, passing the scenery by with a blur, until he finally burst in through the door to find Frodo at the kitchen table where only yesterday they had sat and talked.
Frodo looked up at this cousin of his who had just ran in, standing at the doorway, chest heaving and hair hanging in his eyes, with worry and joy mingled in the expression on his face.
And then finally Merry began to say the words Frodo and Pippin had waited for for those few long years, and gave up hope of ever hearing when he asked for Estella's hand:
"Frodo, I've something to tell you and you must swear to not speak of this to a soul."
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Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up within the next week or so... Yes and um, review, cause you love me. :)