Adrial
by T. Baggins
PART TWO
Author's notes: This story was originally written in 1978-79. It has been more than difficult to try to rewrite it as, foolishly, I have been trying to duplicate it. But as this is now 2002 and I am much older and have changed some of my ways of thinking, I feel I must go on in a direction more in keeping. Did I mention being slashy? Most of what should be Part Two was written while I got up courage to write the slashy bits. For my mother. Before I knew it was slash.
Now I know what slash is. Now I am writing for others. Now I am anxious to get to the good stuff. So, in view of that I will merely outline the "interlude" I hope this causes not too much inconvenience or disappointment.....
Merry and Pippin have grown very friendly with Neptune, who they find out is Prince Neptune, heir to the throne. Neptune is disappointed when his new friends find out, but they are soon back to their old mischief. Neptune takes them to his favorite night clubs. The Purple Cat, Stonehollow's, Club Rocket, Heartbreaker's, etc. Merry and Pippin enjoy the music, the dancing, and meeting the girls.
Their first experience with a flyer is rather uneventful. Pippin is scared at first, but soon gets to like flying. Merry is eventually taught how to operate it himself. The flyers, by the way, are operated with a series of buttons and steered with a 'joy stick', a red button on top of which is the accelerator. The brake is operated by computer, or push button.
One winter night Neptune takes them to a concert of what we'd call Heavy Metal. Most rock bands on Omicron7Delta are females and this band is no exception. After the concert they go back stage and are introduced to the band. During the corse of the night, and a rather wild party, the two Hobbits are seduced by members of the band. The girls each have a turn at them, then pronounce them boring as lovers . The two hobbits are left alone and bewildered. Neptune is angry over the treatment of his two friends, and tells them it will not happen again.
Now the three friends begin to settle down a bit and Merry expresses a desire to be more educated. Neptune invites him to share in his studies and tutors. Pippin finds this all too boring. He becomes upset with Merry and walks out on him.
Sam, meanwhile, has gotten the Frozen Fantasy Rose to bloom. King Boreas is very pleased and offers Sam a permanent position. Sam is reluctant at first but finally accepts. At first he works during the day and still spends evenings and nights with Frodo. But Frodo never seems to get any better. After several weeks Sam stops coming. In fact Sam moves in with Thalia and they have a rather torrid affair.
By the time it is Spring again Thalia has grown tired of Sam and asked him to leave. He does.
Sam thinks he can go back to Frodo and pick up just as before.
Wrong!
Sam finds that he has been replaced by two brothers, Ary and Tag. Ary is very dedicated to caring for Adrial. It is Ary who holds Adrial as Apollo gives him his nightly injection. It is Ary who now shares Adrial's bed. Tag is younger, but just as devoted. Frodo is still too ill to really comprehend what is happening. Frodo cries out for Sam, but does not realize that it is Ary who holds and soothes him.
The two brothers turn Sam away and tell the guards not to let him near Adrial. The King is unaware of this. Chronos, the High Bishop, is aware and approves.
Sam is broken hearted. He tries to do his job in the Gardens but it becomes increasing difficult. He has been sleeping in Sick Bay for want of any other place. Sinking deeper and deeper into a depression but hiding it.
Pippin is also suffering from heartache of feeling that he has lost his beloved cousin. He still stays with Merry, but they sleep in separate beds, and the two barely speak.
So, now we begin anew: It is Summer. The Hobbits have been there one year.
"Sam, we need to have a talk." Apollo was leaning on the doorframe, two glasses of blue liqueur in his hand. He stepped inside the room, "Here, son, drink this."
"What is it?" Sam took the glass sniffing it.
"It's called Tropical Breeze. Try it." Apollo smiled and took a sip of his.
Sam tasted it and coughed.
The doctor pulled up a chair and sat, or rather sprawled, "Sam, first let me say that I don't mind you staying here. In fact you have been more than helpful on several occasions. I'm thinking of having you trained as a nurse. But I know that's not what you need to be doing. There is a sadness in your eyes that I attributed at first to the end of your affair with Thalia. I was wrong. Is it homesickness?"
Sam hung his head, "You could say that, sir."
Apollo thought a bit, "No, I don't think it's that. Though it is one of the symptoms. Is it Frodo?"
Sam took a large swallow of his drink, but said nothing.
"You know I'm a pretty fair diagnostician, Sam. Drink up. I'll be right back." Apollo left and returned with a bottle of Tropical Breeze. He filled Sam's glass again, ""You've heard me say I'm not a religious man? I believe Adrial lived. I believe he was the catalyst that brought about change. I do not think he is a god." he filled Sam's glass again, "I do not believe Frodo is a god. Sam? D'you know what 'adrial" means? It was not the name of the Ringbearer. It is in an ancient language. It means divine spirit. Angel."
Sam raised his eyes, "Angel? Yes, that's fittin enough. Mr. Frodo is an angel." He let Apollo fill his glass again.
"Yes." Apollo nodded, noting Sam's increasing inhibriation, "He is very beautiful. Very....fragile. But, I think--and correct me if I'm wrong--he is your angel."
"He is that, sir. He is that." the liquor had finally done it's work. Tears started to drip from the hobbit"s lashes. "So fine and fair, sir. I 'ad always fantasies about 'im and me. Of touchin 'im. 'oldin him close. Not coz I likes other lads, no sir. It's only 'im, sir. It's Mr. Frodo. I wants to protect 'im. Fold 'im in my arms, sir." Another drink, "But, but, them feelins is wrong, ain't they? Unnatural. Mr. Frodo's a male, not a lass."
Apollo shook his head, "No, Sam, your feelings are perfectly natural. They are not wrong or shameful. Maybe in your Shire they are scorned, but not here. You are what we call a duo. You can love either sex. I'm a duo, Sam. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Sam drained his glass for the 5th time, "Mr. Frodo's so sick, doc, and I wants so to care for 'im. I loves 'im so much. Even if 'e never woke up, I'd stay and care for 'im, I would."
The doctor smiled as Sam held his glass out to be refilled, "Nothing like strong drink to loosen the tonge. Tell me, then, Samwise, what's stopping you? You know Frodo calls for you?"
Sam drank deeply, "'e does, sir?"
"He does. So, what's stopping you? "
"The Guards, sir. They's stoppin me." Sam's words were slurred and his hobbitish speech becomming thicker. It was nearly to the point where Apollo couldn't understand him.
"The guard? How're they stopping you, dear boy?" Apollo's speech was slurred too.
"They says I can't see Mr. Frodo, sir. They says I'm not wanted coz I deserted 'im. They says 'e don't need me and I don't 'alf blame em."
Apollo leaned forward, "Who are they?"
"They told guards not to let me enter..."
"Who, dammit!"
"Mr. Ary and Mr. Tag." Sam sniffed.
Apollo put the nearly empty bottle down, "Ary and Tag are men of service, Sam. You are their superior. They couldn't. Wouldn't. Do a thing like that unless...unless...Chronos!!" He looked at Sam, "The Arch Bishop, Sam. Chronos wants Frodo to be Adrial. And in his current condition Frodo's mind is ripe for bending. Damn! Why didn't I see it? Sam, we must see the king at once!" The doctor stood up and fell back in the chair, "But, not like this."
"I thinks I'm a bit tipsy, sir." Sam's eyes fluttered.
"Tipsy? Sam, we are both ripped. Wasted. Splattered. Stoned. Intoxicated. And drunk." Apollo fumbled in the pocket of his coat and produced his probe, "Not to fear, my boy, I've had lots of experience. I could dial this code in my sleep. And I have. On several occasions." He pressed the instrument to his forearm. The firmiliar hiss, a gasp and, "There! Perfectly sober. Your turn, Samwise."
Sam had been rather enjoying being drunk. It felt good. Relaxed. All his guilt and worry floated away in a sea of alcohol. He really didn't appreciate Apollo's little sobering up drug at all. "Why'd you do that for?" Sam frowned.
"Because, my fine friend, we cannot gain audience with Boreas if we are stinking drunk. He wouldn't believe us." Apollo yanked Sam up on his feet, "The King will be hotter than an antimatter reactor once he hears this. Leastwise I hope he will be. Take Chronos down a peg or two, as well. I hope."
Sam folded his arms across his chest, "No, sir."
"What?" Apollo frowned
"Meaning no disrespect, sir, but I can fight my own battles. There ain't nothing more in this world, nor any other, that I want more than to care for Mr. Frodo. But if I must prove myself, first, then so be it!"
Apollo gave an exasperated sigh, "Sam, Sam, you can't prove yourself unless you get passed the guard. This is not a battle, son, it's reclaiming what is rightfully yours. Frodo is yours even if only because you belong to the same race. Now stop being so warped and come with me."
Ary, freshly bathed, stood while his brother rubbed scented oils into his skin. Eyes closed, he recited "And they did lie together many days before he took Adrial as a lover."
"And he knew Adrial and their bond was strong, tying their souls forever." Tag completed the verse, "Oh, Ary, he is so beautiful."
Ary just nodded and pulled his robe on.
"You are so lucky that the Archbishop chose you to share his bed." Tag sighed, "They say his eyes are brilliantly blue, are they?"
"I don't know, Tag, he's not opened them."
"He will."
"Yes, soon, I think. Already he is making sounds. Whimpers when I kiss his lips. Soft moans when I touch him....there. Chronos says I must continue, though he does not respond yet, and whisper in his ear. When he wakes he will love me. Me."
Tag smiled proudly, "Go to him, brother. I will straighten up here."
Ary went into the bedroom.
Tag busied himself picking up.
He was about to put off the light and go to his own bed when he heard a commotion outside the door. He stepped back as the doors slid open and King Boreas entered, followed by two of the Royal guard, followed by Dr. Apollo and......Sam.
Sam ran passed everyone and toward the Bedroom. Tag caught his arm, "No!"
Sam spun around and, "Let go of me." He said, his voice low and menacing, "Let go of me now!"
One of the guardsmen jerked Tag away from Sam and held him fast.
Sam ran into the bedroom and stopped short just inside the door. From the large window that made up one wall a shaft of moonlight illuminated the bed. Sam saw Ary lying between Frodo's legs, moving as a lover, moaning. He stood frozen watching as Ary's mouth covered Frodo's in a deep intimate kiss. Then, slowly, he realized that his master was not responding either in passion or fear or pain. Frodo still lingered somewhere between dream and darkness. His body was being used! The word 'rape' flashed across Sam's brain and with a cry of rage he crossed the room.
"Get off him!" Sam snarled, yanking Ary off Frodo.
Ary sat up, "How dare you! How did you get in here?" then he called out, "Guard! Guard!"
But no one came.
"Get away from him!" Sam ordered, "You ain't fit to touch him! Get away, I said!" Sam grabbed Ary's arm and yanked him out of the bed, "You ain't fit to breathe the same air he does!"
Ary grabbed his robe and put it on quickly, "You're one to talk, Master Gamgee. You deserted him, left him in pain. Left him alone and in pain." Those words got to Sam, and Ary saw it, "He needed someone to comfort and care for him. He needed you. But you turned your back on him, didn't you? The only reason your back at all is because Thalia dumped you. Well, let me tell you this: You are fit to touch him! You have been replaced! It is I he will love! Not you! And you cannot change that! I have been bonding with him for weeks. He will wake soon and he will love me! " Ary reached down and took Frodo's limp hand. "Frodo is dead! He is truly Adrial and will know no other name."
All the anger melted from Sam, leaving dispare in it's place. He stood there as the room spun about him, his eyes burning with tears. He looked down at Frodo, his master, his friend, his love, and whimpered, "Frodo?"
"Frodo is dead!" Ary repeated.
Sam wiped his face, the anger was returning, "NO! Frodo is not dead! Adrial is DEAD! LONG DEAD! This here's Frodo Baggins! A Hobbit! Like me! We're hobbits! Not Omnies! I don't know what else you been doin to him, but it stops here! Yea! I left him! I admit to that! I was confused and afraid. I made a mistake and will likely spend my life makin up for it. But, I swear on all I hold dear, I will NEVER repeat it! I am here to stay."
Undaunted, Ary said, "Words! Adrial has bonded with me and nothing you can do, or say, will change that. He will call for me when he wakes. He will want my voice to sooth him. My hand to caress him. My lips to touch his. My body close to his. My love to comfort him. He will beg for my touch. And when I stroke his aching flesh I will thank you, Samwise. Thank you for handing me this greatest of treasures."
From the doorway Apollo, the king, and the two red clad guards watched as Sam flew at Ary.
"Enough!" the king commanded as the two guards stepped forward. They pulled Sam off of Ary and held him firmly. The king regarded both combatants warily, "We do not know what has been going on here, gentlemen, but we soon will." He folded his arms across his chest, "Bring His Holiness here."
Apollo took custody of Sam from the guards.
After the red guards had left, Boreas said, "Let us leave this poor soul to his rest."
Out in the large sitting room, Sam was ordered to a chair on one side of the room. Ary to one on the opposite side. Tag came and stood by his brother. Apollo stayed with Sam. The king called for wine to settle everyone's nerves.
Not long after it was delivered, the Archbishop was delivered.
"Ah! Chronos, how good of you to join us." the King was not smiling.
Chronos dipped his head, "Majesty."
The Arch Bishop was handed a goblet of wine. He drank.
"Now, if you would be so kind as to," Boreas pointed at Ary and Tag, "explain that!"
Chronos looked as innocent as ever, "I would gladly, sir, if I knew of what you speak?"
"Do not toy with me, Chronos! What was Master Ary doing in Frodo's bed?!"
Apparently unmoved by his king's growing temper, Chronos replied, "Frodo? I know no Frodo, sire."
"Chronos!" the king thundered, "Do you wish to answer my questions here? Or in the Tower?"
Still seeming unfazed, Chronos said, " I am more than willing to answer any questions Your Majesty may have. I had ordered young Ary to give Adrial comfort.. I did not intend for it to be of a sexual nature."
"He told me.." Ary breathed, then spoke out, "You told me!"
"Silence!" Chronos ordered.
Boreas glared at Chronos, "Speak, lad, what did His Holiness tell you?"
Ary stood up, took a breath and said, "He told me to do whatever I needed to bond Adrial to me. He made it quite clear that this was to include sexual relations. Sir."
"Indeed?" the king pondered, "And why, do you suppose, did he do that?"
"To control Mr. Frodo, that's what I thinks!" Sam spoke up.
"Nonsense!" Chronos sputtered, "Pure nonsense! Master Samwise left Adrial's service and needed to be replaced. I chose Tag and Ary because of their high ratings, that is all. I never mentioned sex." Then, with a haughty look, said "If Ary did have sex with Adrial it was without my knowlege or consent."
Sam snorted, "Without Mr. Frodo's consent neither!"
Chronos turned to the two brothers, "Did you have sexual relations with our Lord Adrial?"
There was something in the ArchBishop's tone of voice that made Sam cringe. He looked at the brothers and suddenly felt sorry for them. He had seen with his own eyes Ary lying on top of Frodo. There was no other reason or explination for doing that. But, Sam knew, if Ary told the truth he would be dismissed and punished if only for show. And if he lied?
After a long pause Ary said, "No, sir, I did not. I merely lay with him to comfort and if he should wake in the night. It is not a good idea to leave him alone, is it, doctor?"
Apollo shook his head, "That is correct, Your Majesty. At this stage of his illness Frodo needs to be tended across the clock."
Boreas was frowning, his brows knit and eyes glimmering, "That is not what this is about however. From now on Samwise will be granted full access to Adrial or Frodo or whatever name you choose to call him. Is that clear?"
Chronos bowed low, "Perfectly, sir." Then turned to Ary and Tag, "You will sleep in the servant's room. You will take your orders from Samwise. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." Tag and Ary both bowed .
The matter, it seemed to Sam, was settled. Boreas and Chronos left. One red guard and one white guard were left at the door. Apollo went in to check on Frodo, Sam close behind.
"Be on your guard, Sam." Apollo said the minute they were alone, "You've won one battle, not the war."
"War?" sam frowned, "What war?"
"The war for control of Frodo's mind and heart. Chronos isn't going to give up so easily." Apollo sat on the bed, "His church is in trouble. People are falling out of beleif of Adrial as a deity. Chronos beleives that if he can produce Adrial in the flesh it will revive The Fellowship."
"Would it?" Sam wondered.
Apollo shrugged, "I doubt it. After all, Adrial was an Omnie and Frodo is a Hobbit. Remember what I taught you?"
Sam nodded, "Yes. Omnies feet are smaller and softer. They have no body hair save on their heads and feet. Hobbits have that plus pubic and some chest hair..like me. And Omnies have a second heart, here, but it is not strong enough to support life for more than a few hours. Oh, and Omnies have 37 teeth, whilst Hobbits have but 32."
Apollo smiled and patted Sam on the arm, "I'll make a doctor of you yet, Sam. Walk me to the door?"
After Apollo had left, Sam turned and started back toward the bedroom. He was stopped by Ary, "Sam? " When sam turned to face him, Ary backhanded him hard, " He is mine and you will not win."
The blow knocked Sam to the floor.
Ary quickly turned and disappeared into his bedroom.
Sam picked himself up. He went into Frodo's room and pulled a chair close to the bed. He was not about to climb in that bed without an invitation.
Sam shifted and moaned in his chair. His muscles were stiff and sore from sitting up all night. Blinking open his eyes he yawned and stretched. Sunlight was filing the room. It looked like it would be another beautiful day. Then he looked down at the bed. His breath caught in his chest and his heart skipped for looking up at him were a pair of brilliant blue eyes. Blue and sparkling, gazing up at him with deep adoration.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam slid off the chair onto his knees. He grasped one of Frodo's hands, it was warm and alive, "Frodo! Oh, glory!" He kissed the slender fingers.
A small smile curved the pale lips and Frodo mouthed his name "Sam" Heart pounding, Sam leaned over and placed a tender kiss upon his master's brow, "Oh, my dear. Dear Master."
"My Sam." Frodo's voice was a soft whisper.
For a moment Sam was lost as to what he should do. What he wanted to do was just hold Frodo close and run fingers through his hair and whisper affectionate words and...No, that wasn't what was needed right now. Apollo was needed. Sam smoothed the curls from Frodo's face, "You rest quiet now. I'll be right back, Mr. Frodo." He got up and was half way to the door--
"Sam. No. Please. Don't leave me. oh, please, don't leave me." The voice was still but a whisper but the sweet face was contorted with fear. "No. No. Please." Sam went back . He sat on the bed and lifted his master into his arms "There now, Mr. Frodo, don't you fret. Your Sam won't leave you." Then shouted, "ARY! TAG! GET IN HERE! QUICK!"
The door slid open and the brothers rushed in. They saw Adrial awake, lying in Sam's arms content. All the color drained from Ary's face and he could not speak. But Tag said, "Yes, sir?"
"Go fetch Dr. Apollo." Sam ordered.
Tag turned and ran out of the room.
Ary fell to his knees, making the sign of the Ring, "Oh, Lord Adrial, forgive me. I have committed a grievous sin."
Sam frowned at him, "What are you babbling about?"
Frodo made a soft purring sound and nuzzled Sam's neck.
"A bond to last forever, transcending all others. Deep and true through all the ages. Hearts, Minds, Souls, Body and Blood joined as one." Ary spoke, "It is from the Second Book of The Lover. Our Lord should, forgive me, have cried out for me. It is an effect of the drug. The ability to shape the users emotions, to bend the user's mind. Adrial's mind and heart remain true, sir, to you. You are Adrial's Lover. I could never break that bond. All I may do now is beg forgiveness."
"I don't understand what you're tryin to say, but if you're apologizing for last night? Well, I reckon I forgive you." Sam sighed.
Frodo was stroking Sam's cheek with is soft fingers, murmuring, "Sam. Sam. My beautiful Sam."
Sam swallowed, "Mr. Frodo?"
The fingers slid down to caress Sam's throat, "Oh, I love you." Tears were running down those too, too pale cheeks, "You are so beautiful."
Sam caught the hand before it could go anywhere else. This was making him very uncomfortable, especially with Ary watching. It was a releife when Apollo came running in, with one of his nurses close behind.
"He's awake, Doc." Sam stated the obvious.
Apollo came and sat on the other side of the bed, "So I see." He used his scanner, "Not too bad." He muttered. "Frodo? Frodo, look at me."
Brillant blue eyes turned to the doctor, "Hello, doctor. Isn't he beautiful? My own dear Sam."
Sam blushed crimson.
Apollo smiled, "Yes, Frodo, he is. How do you feel?"
"Dizzy. Weak."
"That's to be expected. You've been sick a very long time." Apollo watched as Frodo turned back to Sam, caressing him, kissing wat ever bits he could reach. "Sam, don't worry, he's just being affectionate. He loves you."
"He never acted like this before." Sam worried.
"My own. My love." Frodo whispered.
Sam gave Apollo a pained look, "Doc?"
Apollo laughed softly, "Come now, Frodo, that's enough for now. You need to eat something." he gently pulled Frodo away from Sam and settled him back into the pillows, "Then a nice hot soak, some clothes, and some sunshine. Give your poor Sam a breather now and then. He knows you love him, don't you, Sam?"
"I do." Sam said quietly, "And, and I loves you, too, Mr. Frodo."
"He loves me." Frodo sighed, closing his eyes.
So passed the Spring with Frodo slowly recovering. Apollo still came at night to give him his medicine. Still with the needle. But Frodo did not cry out or appear too distressed by it.
As he grew stronger, he could let Sam go for a few hours each day. This is when Sam went to work in the Royal Gardens. It was good for his soul to dig in the earth and tend the growing things. His Majesty was very pleased with the results and ordered Sam's recommendations be followed.
Yet, still, there was an uneasiness in "Adrial's" household. Ary, being very devoted to The Fellowship, soon forgot his belief that Sam was 'The Lover'. That is not what Chronos wanted him to believe. Arch Bishop Chronos was, after all, head of the Fellowship. His word, like those before him, was law on matters of religion. Chronos said Sam was not The Lover. Chronos said Sam was evil. An agent of the Darkness and would corrupt Adrial's pure heart. Ary beleive him.
"What must I do?"
"Watch. And wait." Chronos said with a smile, "I will tell you what to do and when to do it."
All Spring Merry had spent with Neptune. Learning. Omnie Culture. Complex mathematics. Geometry. Chemistry. And he was, surprisingly very good at it. Merry's test scores, though not always perfect, were incredibly high. Considering the culture of the planet called Middle Earth, the instructors and tutors called him a genius. King Boreas decreed Merry be styled Prince Meriadoc of Buckland. The new title made Merry feel self conscious. Especially when he was addressed as 'Your Highness'. But Merry had a motive for his hard work and studying: He ment to find Middle Earth again.
And if that ment burying himself in this high tech culture and filing his head with numbers and formulas, so be it. For he knew that in order to find Middle Earth and the Shire, it would take a ship. A starship. A simple hobbit of the Shire could not have a starship. An Omnie, a Prince, could.
Pippin did not know this. He had no idea. All he knew was that Merry was ignoring him. Merry, who had pledged to love and protect him forever, had gone away. Not only had Merry turned away from Pippin, but from his own culture and heritage as well.
At first Pipin had been angry. That soon faded to sorrow and loneliness. And Pippin wasn't Pippin any more. Those once sparkling, mischievous, green eyes were often cast down in dispair. The bouncing, chattering tween was now silent and still.
He sat with Frodo for a while, until he decided Frodo did not need his melancholy. Now he was only seen about the palace at night. Often just sitting, staring at the moons and stars. Never toward the City. And writing in a book Frodo had given him. Writing. Writing, never letting anyone see. He drew pictures as well, but kept them hidden. It was the only way he knew to express his pain and lonliness and broken heart.
Spring became Summer. The weather grew warmer. Hot during the day, with warm often breezy nights. Warm rain showers appeared nearly every afternoon. This was Frodo's favorite time of day. He loved nothing more than to sit and watch the storm, nestled in Sam's arms. This one, though, grew in intensity, with howling wind and cracks of thunder. Frodo closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself well and strong again. Back in Bag End, sitting before a roaring fire, with Sam's arms round him.
But, no, if he were home there would be no loving arms, no quiet words of affection, no kisses. That sort of thing was not proper. Especially between a master and servant. Especially when one was so much older. But, it felt so good, so sweet and so right. Frodo smiled, he liked this world.
Merry pushed his studies aside with the first peal of thunder. He stood and went to the window, watching the rain for a bit. There had been storms like this in the Shire. He and Pippin always seemed to get caught out in them. His mind wandered back to one particular time when they had hidden in someone's abandoned shed. The shed was drafty and leaking. He remembered how they had huddled close together. He remembered how the rain smelled and how it mingled with the scent of wet Pippin. How that scent was so intoxicating. A kiss, not their first. Touching. Stroking.
Merry sighed and rested his forehead on the window, "We made love to each other for the first time." Love. He had promised, so long ago, to love Pippin and to protect him. "I haven't even seen him for weeks." Merry worried now. "Pippin." and turned and left his apartment. Left to find Pippin.
Merry went to Pippin's apartment. It was smaller than his own, just a small sitting room, a bedroom and bath. The sitting room was unused, deserted and rather sterile looking. The bedroom, though, was a different story. There were books of sketches, and several journals lying about. Merry flipped through one of the sketch books. He always knew Pippin had a talent for drawing, and these were very good indeed. But the subject mater was quite disturbing. Monsters. Trolls, Orcs. Death scenes. Scenes of torture. Twisted, ruined bodies. And one of a hobbit sitting huddled in a corner with blood running down his arms. Merry closed the book and wiped tears away, "Oh, Pippin, what have I done?" Then called out, "Pippin!!"
No answer.
Merry ran out into the hallway, looking desperately up and down. He decided to see if Pippin was with Frodo and Sam.
But, he wasn't. They had seen him a few hours ago. He had sat and held Frodo's hand. Never said a word until he left. "Good bye, cousin.' He had smiled then.
Merry's chest and throat constricted with fear, "Frodo, you don't think? You don't think he'd do anything, do you?"
"You mean do himself harm?" Sam asked, "Well, his heart's been broke awful bad, if you don't mind me sayin." There was an edge to Sam's voice and it cut Merry deep. "And Pippin is young and tending to the dramatic. I think it may be possible."
Merry jumped to his feet, "I've got to find him!"
"Now, wait." Sam said firmly, "You won't find him just running round yelling! This palace is huge and he could be anywhere. We need help if we're gonna search..."
Sam was interrupted by the chirruping of the comlink on his work clothes.
"Sam? Apollo here."
"Yeah, doc?"
"Do you know where Merry is?"
"I'm here." Merry said.
"Good. I think you all should come down here. Apollo out."
The three hobbits looked at each other. Then Frodo got slowly to his feet, "Come on." he said. Sam offered his arm and the three of them went down to Sick Bay.
Apollo was sitting in his office with a tall glass and a bottle. He came out when he saw the three hobbits, "The guards found him on their rounds." the doctor said, "He was lying in the corner of one the roof gardens, in the rain, with this," Apollo took a short bladed knife out of his pocket, "lying beside him. He'd cut himself up pretty bad. He'll be all right physically. Oh, Merry, this was addressed to you." he handed Merry a folded piece of paper.
The note was written in the common tongue of the Shire. Merry was shaking too hard to read it, so Frodo took it and read, "Dear Merry, I miss you so much. I can't stop thinking of all the fun we used to have. How we used to pinch Farmer Maggot's crops. That night at Bilbo's party and Gandalf caught us with the fireworks. I think I fell in love with you when I was three years old. I miss your face smiling at me. I miss feeling safe and secure. I remember that time when you made love to me in that old shed, and the other time out under the stars. Only twice. I've tried to be strong and gown up, but I just can't without you. There is no place for me without you. I just can't bear it any longer. I'm sorry. I love you. Pippin."
There were tears running down Frodo's face when he finished reading. Sam wiped his own eyes and sniffed. Merry was sobbing, "Oh, Doc! Where is he? Can I see him?"
Apollo put a comforting arm over Merry's shoulders, "Come on. Dry your eyes. That's not what he needs. He needs his friend and lover from the Shire."
Merry wiped his eyes, "We only did it twice. I shouldn't have let it happen at all. He was so young."
Apollo nodded, "No need to explain, son."
But Merry went on, "Hobbits don't come of age until we're 33. He was only 25 the first time. Just a child still."
"Omnies come of age at 28." Apollo said, "And the age of sexual consent is 22."
Sam looked shocked, "Twenty-two!"
Apollo smiled, "Go to him, Merry."
Pippin was lying on a bed in the middle of the room. Covered in a light blanket and wearing a white gown. He looked so peaceful and so young. In Merry's eyes he looked liked a young child again. Merry bent and kissed his forehead, "I'm sorry, Pippin." he whispered.
Bright green eyes opened slowly, "Merry?"
"Yes, Pip, I'm here and I'll never leave you again. Not ever. I love you, my sweet baby." Merry was crying, stroking the soft red/gold curls, "I was so wrong to leave you alone. Can you ever forgive me?"
"I'm not a baby." Pippin said.
And Merry smiled, "Oh, but you are. You're my special baby because I want to love you and protect you and keep you close for ever and ever."
"What about your studying?"
"Bugger it. You're more important. Let the Omnies find Middle Earth if they can. I don't care any more. So long.'s I have you, I'm home."
"Oh, Merry." Pippin sobbed out.
And Merry lifted and hugged him tight, "Fool of a Took!"
For the rest of that Summer, into the Autumn and Winter, they were simply Merry and Pippin again. The instructors and tutors shook their heads in dismay at "the waste of such genius." But Merry was happy just to be with Pippin. To play again, to run free again. They had many adventures in the woods behind the Gardens. They went in Merry's little red flyer to the City, but not often. And one breezy Autumn afternoon they made love in a pile of leaves, imagining themselves back in the Shire. Merry could almost hear Pippin's sister calling, "Peregrin Took! Where in blazes are you?" And Pippin sighed and whispered, "I'm here, Vinca, under my Merry. Where I belong."
End of Part Two
by T. Baggins
PART TWO
Author's notes: This story was originally written in 1978-79. It has been more than difficult to try to rewrite it as, foolishly, I have been trying to duplicate it. But as this is now 2002 and I am much older and have changed some of my ways of thinking, I feel I must go on in a direction more in keeping. Did I mention being slashy? Most of what should be Part Two was written while I got up courage to write the slashy bits. For my mother. Before I knew it was slash.
Now I know what slash is. Now I am writing for others. Now I am anxious to get to the good stuff. So, in view of that I will merely outline the "interlude" I hope this causes not too much inconvenience or disappointment.....
Merry and Pippin have grown very friendly with Neptune, who they find out is Prince Neptune, heir to the throne. Neptune is disappointed when his new friends find out, but they are soon back to their old mischief. Neptune takes them to his favorite night clubs. The Purple Cat, Stonehollow's, Club Rocket, Heartbreaker's, etc. Merry and Pippin enjoy the music, the dancing, and meeting the girls.
Their first experience with a flyer is rather uneventful. Pippin is scared at first, but soon gets to like flying. Merry is eventually taught how to operate it himself. The flyers, by the way, are operated with a series of buttons and steered with a 'joy stick', a red button on top of which is the accelerator. The brake is operated by computer, or push button.
One winter night Neptune takes them to a concert of what we'd call Heavy Metal. Most rock bands on Omicron7Delta are females and this band is no exception. After the concert they go back stage and are introduced to the band. During the corse of the night, and a rather wild party, the two Hobbits are seduced by members of the band. The girls each have a turn at them, then pronounce them boring as lovers . The two hobbits are left alone and bewildered. Neptune is angry over the treatment of his two friends, and tells them it will not happen again.
Now the three friends begin to settle down a bit and Merry expresses a desire to be more educated. Neptune invites him to share in his studies and tutors. Pippin finds this all too boring. He becomes upset with Merry and walks out on him.
Sam, meanwhile, has gotten the Frozen Fantasy Rose to bloom. King Boreas is very pleased and offers Sam a permanent position. Sam is reluctant at first but finally accepts. At first he works during the day and still spends evenings and nights with Frodo. But Frodo never seems to get any better. After several weeks Sam stops coming. In fact Sam moves in with Thalia and they have a rather torrid affair.
By the time it is Spring again Thalia has grown tired of Sam and asked him to leave. He does.
Sam thinks he can go back to Frodo and pick up just as before.
Wrong!
Sam finds that he has been replaced by two brothers, Ary and Tag. Ary is very dedicated to caring for Adrial. It is Ary who holds Adrial as Apollo gives him his nightly injection. It is Ary who now shares Adrial's bed. Tag is younger, but just as devoted. Frodo is still too ill to really comprehend what is happening. Frodo cries out for Sam, but does not realize that it is Ary who holds and soothes him.
The two brothers turn Sam away and tell the guards not to let him near Adrial. The King is unaware of this. Chronos, the High Bishop, is aware and approves.
Sam is broken hearted. He tries to do his job in the Gardens but it becomes increasing difficult. He has been sleeping in Sick Bay for want of any other place. Sinking deeper and deeper into a depression but hiding it.
Pippin is also suffering from heartache of feeling that he has lost his beloved cousin. He still stays with Merry, but they sleep in separate beds, and the two barely speak.
So, now we begin anew: It is Summer. The Hobbits have been there one year.
"Sam, we need to have a talk." Apollo was leaning on the doorframe, two glasses of blue liqueur in his hand. He stepped inside the room, "Here, son, drink this."
"What is it?" Sam took the glass sniffing it.
"It's called Tropical Breeze. Try it." Apollo smiled and took a sip of his.
Sam tasted it and coughed.
The doctor pulled up a chair and sat, or rather sprawled, "Sam, first let me say that I don't mind you staying here. In fact you have been more than helpful on several occasions. I'm thinking of having you trained as a nurse. But I know that's not what you need to be doing. There is a sadness in your eyes that I attributed at first to the end of your affair with Thalia. I was wrong. Is it homesickness?"
Sam hung his head, "You could say that, sir."
Apollo thought a bit, "No, I don't think it's that. Though it is one of the symptoms. Is it Frodo?"
Sam took a large swallow of his drink, but said nothing.
"You know I'm a pretty fair diagnostician, Sam. Drink up. I'll be right back." Apollo left and returned with a bottle of Tropical Breeze. He filled Sam's glass again, ""You've heard me say I'm not a religious man? I believe Adrial lived. I believe he was the catalyst that brought about change. I do not think he is a god." he filled Sam's glass again, "I do not believe Frodo is a god. Sam? D'you know what 'adrial" means? It was not the name of the Ringbearer. It is in an ancient language. It means divine spirit. Angel."
Sam raised his eyes, "Angel? Yes, that's fittin enough. Mr. Frodo is an angel." He let Apollo fill his glass again.
"Yes." Apollo nodded, noting Sam's increasing inhibriation, "He is very beautiful. Very....fragile. But, I think--and correct me if I'm wrong--he is your angel."
"He is that, sir. He is that." the liquor had finally done it's work. Tears started to drip from the hobbit"s lashes. "So fine and fair, sir. I 'ad always fantasies about 'im and me. Of touchin 'im. 'oldin him close. Not coz I likes other lads, no sir. It's only 'im, sir. It's Mr. Frodo. I wants to protect 'im. Fold 'im in my arms, sir." Another drink, "But, but, them feelins is wrong, ain't they? Unnatural. Mr. Frodo's a male, not a lass."
Apollo shook his head, "No, Sam, your feelings are perfectly natural. They are not wrong or shameful. Maybe in your Shire they are scorned, but not here. You are what we call a duo. You can love either sex. I'm a duo, Sam. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Sam drained his glass for the 5th time, "Mr. Frodo's so sick, doc, and I wants so to care for 'im. I loves 'im so much. Even if 'e never woke up, I'd stay and care for 'im, I would."
The doctor smiled as Sam held his glass out to be refilled, "Nothing like strong drink to loosen the tonge. Tell me, then, Samwise, what's stopping you? You know Frodo calls for you?"
Sam drank deeply, "'e does, sir?"
"He does. So, what's stopping you? "
"The Guards, sir. They's stoppin me." Sam's words were slurred and his hobbitish speech becomming thicker. It was nearly to the point where Apollo couldn't understand him.
"The guard? How're they stopping you, dear boy?" Apollo's speech was slurred too.
"They says I can't see Mr. Frodo, sir. They says I'm not wanted coz I deserted 'im. They says 'e don't need me and I don't 'alf blame em."
Apollo leaned forward, "Who are they?"
"They told guards not to let me enter..."
"Who, dammit!"
"Mr. Ary and Mr. Tag." Sam sniffed.
Apollo put the nearly empty bottle down, "Ary and Tag are men of service, Sam. You are their superior. They couldn't. Wouldn't. Do a thing like that unless...unless...Chronos!!" He looked at Sam, "The Arch Bishop, Sam. Chronos wants Frodo to be Adrial. And in his current condition Frodo's mind is ripe for bending. Damn! Why didn't I see it? Sam, we must see the king at once!" The doctor stood up and fell back in the chair, "But, not like this."
"I thinks I'm a bit tipsy, sir." Sam's eyes fluttered.
"Tipsy? Sam, we are both ripped. Wasted. Splattered. Stoned. Intoxicated. And drunk." Apollo fumbled in the pocket of his coat and produced his probe, "Not to fear, my boy, I've had lots of experience. I could dial this code in my sleep. And I have. On several occasions." He pressed the instrument to his forearm. The firmiliar hiss, a gasp and, "There! Perfectly sober. Your turn, Samwise."
Sam had been rather enjoying being drunk. It felt good. Relaxed. All his guilt and worry floated away in a sea of alcohol. He really didn't appreciate Apollo's little sobering up drug at all. "Why'd you do that for?" Sam frowned.
"Because, my fine friend, we cannot gain audience with Boreas if we are stinking drunk. He wouldn't believe us." Apollo yanked Sam up on his feet, "The King will be hotter than an antimatter reactor once he hears this. Leastwise I hope he will be. Take Chronos down a peg or two, as well. I hope."
Sam folded his arms across his chest, "No, sir."
"What?" Apollo frowned
"Meaning no disrespect, sir, but I can fight my own battles. There ain't nothing more in this world, nor any other, that I want more than to care for Mr. Frodo. But if I must prove myself, first, then so be it!"
Apollo gave an exasperated sigh, "Sam, Sam, you can't prove yourself unless you get passed the guard. This is not a battle, son, it's reclaiming what is rightfully yours. Frodo is yours even if only because you belong to the same race. Now stop being so warped and come with me."
Ary, freshly bathed, stood while his brother rubbed scented oils into his skin. Eyes closed, he recited "And they did lie together many days before he took Adrial as a lover."
"And he knew Adrial and their bond was strong, tying their souls forever." Tag completed the verse, "Oh, Ary, he is so beautiful."
Ary just nodded and pulled his robe on.
"You are so lucky that the Archbishop chose you to share his bed." Tag sighed, "They say his eyes are brilliantly blue, are they?"
"I don't know, Tag, he's not opened them."
"He will."
"Yes, soon, I think. Already he is making sounds. Whimpers when I kiss his lips. Soft moans when I touch him....there. Chronos says I must continue, though he does not respond yet, and whisper in his ear. When he wakes he will love me. Me."
Tag smiled proudly, "Go to him, brother. I will straighten up here."
Ary went into the bedroom.
Tag busied himself picking up.
He was about to put off the light and go to his own bed when he heard a commotion outside the door. He stepped back as the doors slid open and King Boreas entered, followed by two of the Royal guard, followed by Dr. Apollo and......Sam.
Sam ran passed everyone and toward the Bedroom. Tag caught his arm, "No!"
Sam spun around and, "Let go of me." He said, his voice low and menacing, "Let go of me now!"
One of the guardsmen jerked Tag away from Sam and held him fast.
Sam ran into the bedroom and stopped short just inside the door. From the large window that made up one wall a shaft of moonlight illuminated the bed. Sam saw Ary lying between Frodo's legs, moving as a lover, moaning. He stood frozen watching as Ary's mouth covered Frodo's in a deep intimate kiss. Then, slowly, he realized that his master was not responding either in passion or fear or pain. Frodo still lingered somewhere between dream and darkness. His body was being used! The word 'rape' flashed across Sam's brain and with a cry of rage he crossed the room.
"Get off him!" Sam snarled, yanking Ary off Frodo.
Ary sat up, "How dare you! How did you get in here?" then he called out, "Guard! Guard!"
But no one came.
"Get away from him!" Sam ordered, "You ain't fit to touch him! Get away, I said!" Sam grabbed Ary's arm and yanked him out of the bed, "You ain't fit to breathe the same air he does!"
Ary grabbed his robe and put it on quickly, "You're one to talk, Master Gamgee. You deserted him, left him in pain. Left him alone and in pain." Those words got to Sam, and Ary saw it, "He needed someone to comfort and care for him. He needed you. But you turned your back on him, didn't you? The only reason your back at all is because Thalia dumped you. Well, let me tell you this: You are fit to touch him! You have been replaced! It is I he will love! Not you! And you cannot change that! I have been bonding with him for weeks. He will wake soon and he will love me! " Ary reached down and took Frodo's limp hand. "Frodo is dead! He is truly Adrial and will know no other name."
All the anger melted from Sam, leaving dispare in it's place. He stood there as the room spun about him, his eyes burning with tears. He looked down at Frodo, his master, his friend, his love, and whimpered, "Frodo?"
"Frodo is dead!" Ary repeated.
Sam wiped his face, the anger was returning, "NO! Frodo is not dead! Adrial is DEAD! LONG DEAD! This here's Frodo Baggins! A Hobbit! Like me! We're hobbits! Not Omnies! I don't know what else you been doin to him, but it stops here! Yea! I left him! I admit to that! I was confused and afraid. I made a mistake and will likely spend my life makin up for it. But, I swear on all I hold dear, I will NEVER repeat it! I am here to stay."
Undaunted, Ary said, "Words! Adrial has bonded with me and nothing you can do, or say, will change that. He will call for me when he wakes. He will want my voice to sooth him. My hand to caress him. My lips to touch his. My body close to his. My love to comfort him. He will beg for my touch. And when I stroke his aching flesh I will thank you, Samwise. Thank you for handing me this greatest of treasures."
From the doorway Apollo, the king, and the two red clad guards watched as Sam flew at Ary.
"Enough!" the king commanded as the two guards stepped forward. They pulled Sam off of Ary and held him firmly. The king regarded both combatants warily, "We do not know what has been going on here, gentlemen, but we soon will." He folded his arms across his chest, "Bring His Holiness here."
Apollo took custody of Sam from the guards.
After the red guards had left, Boreas said, "Let us leave this poor soul to his rest."
Out in the large sitting room, Sam was ordered to a chair on one side of the room. Ary to one on the opposite side. Tag came and stood by his brother. Apollo stayed with Sam. The king called for wine to settle everyone's nerves.
Not long after it was delivered, the Archbishop was delivered.
"Ah! Chronos, how good of you to join us." the King was not smiling.
Chronos dipped his head, "Majesty."
The Arch Bishop was handed a goblet of wine. He drank.
"Now, if you would be so kind as to," Boreas pointed at Ary and Tag, "explain that!"
Chronos looked as innocent as ever, "I would gladly, sir, if I knew of what you speak?"
"Do not toy with me, Chronos! What was Master Ary doing in Frodo's bed?!"
Apparently unmoved by his king's growing temper, Chronos replied, "Frodo? I know no Frodo, sire."
"Chronos!" the king thundered, "Do you wish to answer my questions here? Or in the Tower?"
Still seeming unfazed, Chronos said, " I am more than willing to answer any questions Your Majesty may have. I had ordered young Ary to give Adrial comfort.. I did not intend for it to be of a sexual nature."
"He told me.." Ary breathed, then spoke out, "You told me!"
"Silence!" Chronos ordered.
Boreas glared at Chronos, "Speak, lad, what did His Holiness tell you?"
Ary stood up, took a breath and said, "He told me to do whatever I needed to bond Adrial to me. He made it quite clear that this was to include sexual relations. Sir."
"Indeed?" the king pondered, "And why, do you suppose, did he do that?"
"To control Mr. Frodo, that's what I thinks!" Sam spoke up.
"Nonsense!" Chronos sputtered, "Pure nonsense! Master Samwise left Adrial's service and needed to be replaced. I chose Tag and Ary because of their high ratings, that is all. I never mentioned sex." Then, with a haughty look, said "If Ary did have sex with Adrial it was without my knowlege or consent."
Sam snorted, "Without Mr. Frodo's consent neither!"
Chronos turned to the two brothers, "Did you have sexual relations with our Lord Adrial?"
There was something in the ArchBishop's tone of voice that made Sam cringe. He looked at the brothers and suddenly felt sorry for them. He had seen with his own eyes Ary lying on top of Frodo. There was no other reason or explination for doing that. But, Sam knew, if Ary told the truth he would be dismissed and punished if only for show. And if he lied?
After a long pause Ary said, "No, sir, I did not. I merely lay with him to comfort and if he should wake in the night. It is not a good idea to leave him alone, is it, doctor?"
Apollo shook his head, "That is correct, Your Majesty. At this stage of his illness Frodo needs to be tended across the clock."
Boreas was frowning, his brows knit and eyes glimmering, "That is not what this is about however. From now on Samwise will be granted full access to Adrial or Frodo or whatever name you choose to call him. Is that clear?"
Chronos bowed low, "Perfectly, sir." Then turned to Ary and Tag, "You will sleep in the servant's room. You will take your orders from Samwise. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." Tag and Ary both bowed .
The matter, it seemed to Sam, was settled. Boreas and Chronos left. One red guard and one white guard were left at the door. Apollo went in to check on Frodo, Sam close behind.
"Be on your guard, Sam." Apollo said the minute they were alone, "You've won one battle, not the war."
"War?" sam frowned, "What war?"
"The war for control of Frodo's mind and heart. Chronos isn't going to give up so easily." Apollo sat on the bed, "His church is in trouble. People are falling out of beleif of Adrial as a deity. Chronos beleives that if he can produce Adrial in the flesh it will revive The Fellowship."
"Would it?" Sam wondered.
Apollo shrugged, "I doubt it. After all, Adrial was an Omnie and Frodo is a Hobbit. Remember what I taught you?"
Sam nodded, "Yes. Omnies feet are smaller and softer. They have no body hair save on their heads and feet. Hobbits have that plus pubic and some chest hair..like me. And Omnies have a second heart, here, but it is not strong enough to support life for more than a few hours. Oh, and Omnies have 37 teeth, whilst Hobbits have but 32."
Apollo smiled and patted Sam on the arm, "I'll make a doctor of you yet, Sam. Walk me to the door?"
After Apollo had left, Sam turned and started back toward the bedroom. He was stopped by Ary, "Sam? " When sam turned to face him, Ary backhanded him hard, " He is mine and you will not win."
The blow knocked Sam to the floor.
Ary quickly turned and disappeared into his bedroom.
Sam picked himself up. He went into Frodo's room and pulled a chair close to the bed. He was not about to climb in that bed without an invitation.
Sam shifted and moaned in his chair. His muscles were stiff and sore from sitting up all night. Blinking open his eyes he yawned and stretched. Sunlight was filing the room. It looked like it would be another beautiful day. Then he looked down at the bed. His breath caught in his chest and his heart skipped for looking up at him were a pair of brilliant blue eyes. Blue and sparkling, gazing up at him with deep adoration.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam slid off the chair onto his knees. He grasped one of Frodo's hands, it was warm and alive, "Frodo! Oh, glory!" He kissed the slender fingers.
A small smile curved the pale lips and Frodo mouthed his name "Sam" Heart pounding, Sam leaned over and placed a tender kiss upon his master's brow, "Oh, my dear. Dear Master."
"My Sam." Frodo's voice was a soft whisper.
For a moment Sam was lost as to what he should do. What he wanted to do was just hold Frodo close and run fingers through his hair and whisper affectionate words and...No, that wasn't what was needed right now. Apollo was needed. Sam smoothed the curls from Frodo's face, "You rest quiet now. I'll be right back, Mr. Frodo." He got up and was half way to the door--
"Sam. No. Please. Don't leave me. oh, please, don't leave me." The voice was still but a whisper but the sweet face was contorted with fear. "No. No. Please." Sam went back . He sat on the bed and lifted his master into his arms "There now, Mr. Frodo, don't you fret. Your Sam won't leave you." Then shouted, "ARY! TAG! GET IN HERE! QUICK!"
The door slid open and the brothers rushed in. They saw Adrial awake, lying in Sam's arms content. All the color drained from Ary's face and he could not speak. But Tag said, "Yes, sir?"
"Go fetch Dr. Apollo." Sam ordered.
Tag turned and ran out of the room.
Ary fell to his knees, making the sign of the Ring, "Oh, Lord Adrial, forgive me. I have committed a grievous sin."
Sam frowned at him, "What are you babbling about?"
Frodo made a soft purring sound and nuzzled Sam's neck.
"A bond to last forever, transcending all others. Deep and true through all the ages. Hearts, Minds, Souls, Body and Blood joined as one." Ary spoke, "It is from the Second Book of The Lover. Our Lord should, forgive me, have cried out for me. It is an effect of the drug. The ability to shape the users emotions, to bend the user's mind. Adrial's mind and heart remain true, sir, to you. You are Adrial's Lover. I could never break that bond. All I may do now is beg forgiveness."
"I don't understand what you're tryin to say, but if you're apologizing for last night? Well, I reckon I forgive you." Sam sighed.
Frodo was stroking Sam's cheek with is soft fingers, murmuring, "Sam. Sam. My beautiful Sam."
Sam swallowed, "Mr. Frodo?"
The fingers slid down to caress Sam's throat, "Oh, I love you." Tears were running down those too, too pale cheeks, "You are so beautiful."
Sam caught the hand before it could go anywhere else. This was making him very uncomfortable, especially with Ary watching. It was a releife when Apollo came running in, with one of his nurses close behind.
"He's awake, Doc." Sam stated the obvious.
Apollo came and sat on the other side of the bed, "So I see." He used his scanner, "Not too bad." He muttered. "Frodo? Frodo, look at me."
Brillant blue eyes turned to the doctor, "Hello, doctor. Isn't he beautiful? My own dear Sam."
Sam blushed crimson.
Apollo smiled, "Yes, Frodo, he is. How do you feel?"
"Dizzy. Weak."
"That's to be expected. You've been sick a very long time." Apollo watched as Frodo turned back to Sam, caressing him, kissing wat ever bits he could reach. "Sam, don't worry, he's just being affectionate. He loves you."
"He never acted like this before." Sam worried.
"My own. My love." Frodo whispered.
Sam gave Apollo a pained look, "Doc?"
Apollo laughed softly, "Come now, Frodo, that's enough for now. You need to eat something." he gently pulled Frodo away from Sam and settled him back into the pillows, "Then a nice hot soak, some clothes, and some sunshine. Give your poor Sam a breather now and then. He knows you love him, don't you, Sam?"
"I do." Sam said quietly, "And, and I loves you, too, Mr. Frodo."
"He loves me." Frodo sighed, closing his eyes.
So passed the Spring with Frodo slowly recovering. Apollo still came at night to give him his medicine. Still with the needle. But Frodo did not cry out or appear too distressed by it.
As he grew stronger, he could let Sam go for a few hours each day. This is when Sam went to work in the Royal Gardens. It was good for his soul to dig in the earth and tend the growing things. His Majesty was very pleased with the results and ordered Sam's recommendations be followed.
Yet, still, there was an uneasiness in "Adrial's" household. Ary, being very devoted to The Fellowship, soon forgot his belief that Sam was 'The Lover'. That is not what Chronos wanted him to believe. Arch Bishop Chronos was, after all, head of the Fellowship. His word, like those before him, was law on matters of religion. Chronos said Sam was not The Lover. Chronos said Sam was evil. An agent of the Darkness and would corrupt Adrial's pure heart. Ary beleive him.
"What must I do?"
"Watch. And wait." Chronos said with a smile, "I will tell you what to do and when to do it."
All Spring Merry had spent with Neptune. Learning. Omnie Culture. Complex mathematics. Geometry. Chemistry. And he was, surprisingly very good at it. Merry's test scores, though not always perfect, were incredibly high. Considering the culture of the planet called Middle Earth, the instructors and tutors called him a genius. King Boreas decreed Merry be styled Prince Meriadoc of Buckland. The new title made Merry feel self conscious. Especially when he was addressed as 'Your Highness'. But Merry had a motive for his hard work and studying: He ment to find Middle Earth again.
And if that ment burying himself in this high tech culture and filing his head with numbers and formulas, so be it. For he knew that in order to find Middle Earth and the Shire, it would take a ship. A starship. A simple hobbit of the Shire could not have a starship. An Omnie, a Prince, could.
Pippin did not know this. He had no idea. All he knew was that Merry was ignoring him. Merry, who had pledged to love and protect him forever, had gone away. Not only had Merry turned away from Pippin, but from his own culture and heritage as well.
At first Pipin had been angry. That soon faded to sorrow and loneliness. And Pippin wasn't Pippin any more. Those once sparkling, mischievous, green eyes were often cast down in dispair. The bouncing, chattering tween was now silent and still.
He sat with Frodo for a while, until he decided Frodo did not need his melancholy. Now he was only seen about the palace at night. Often just sitting, staring at the moons and stars. Never toward the City. And writing in a book Frodo had given him. Writing. Writing, never letting anyone see. He drew pictures as well, but kept them hidden. It was the only way he knew to express his pain and lonliness and broken heart.
Spring became Summer. The weather grew warmer. Hot during the day, with warm often breezy nights. Warm rain showers appeared nearly every afternoon. This was Frodo's favorite time of day. He loved nothing more than to sit and watch the storm, nestled in Sam's arms. This one, though, grew in intensity, with howling wind and cracks of thunder. Frodo closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself well and strong again. Back in Bag End, sitting before a roaring fire, with Sam's arms round him.
But, no, if he were home there would be no loving arms, no quiet words of affection, no kisses. That sort of thing was not proper. Especially between a master and servant. Especially when one was so much older. But, it felt so good, so sweet and so right. Frodo smiled, he liked this world.
Merry pushed his studies aside with the first peal of thunder. He stood and went to the window, watching the rain for a bit. There had been storms like this in the Shire. He and Pippin always seemed to get caught out in them. His mind wandered back to one particular time when they had hidden in someone's abandoned shed. The shed was drafty and leaking. He remembered how they had huddled close together. He remembered how the rain smelled and how it mingled with the scent of wet Pippin. How that scent was so intoxicating. A kiss, not their first. Touching. Stroking.
Merry sighed and rested his forehead on the window, "We made love to each other for the first time." Love. He had promised, so long ago, to love Pippin and to protect him. "I haven't even seen him for weeks." Merry worried now. "Pippin." and turned and left his apartment. Left to find Pippin.
Merry went to Pippin's apartment. It was smaller than his own, just a small sitting room, a bedroom and bath. The sitting room was unused, deserted and rather sterile looking. The bedroom, though, was a different story. There were books of sketches, and several journals lying about. Merry flipped through one of the sketch books. He always knew Pippin had a talent for drawing, and these were very good indeed. But the subject mater was quite disturbing. Monsters. Trolls, Orcs. Death scenes. Scenes of torture. Twisted, ruined bodies. And one of a hobbit sitting huddled in a corner with blood running down his arms. Merry closed the book and wiped tears away, "Oh, Pippin, what have I done?" Then called out, "Pippin!!"
No answer.
Merry ran out into the hallway, looking desperately up and down. He decided to see if Pippin was with Frodo and Sam.
But, he wasn't. They had seen him a few hours ago. He had sat and held Frodo's hand. Never said a word until he left. "Good bye, cousin.' He had smiled then.
Merry's chest and throat constricted with fear, "Frodo, you don't think? You don't think he'd do anything, do you?"
"You mean do himself harm?" Sam asked, "Well, his heart's been broke awful bad, if you don't mind me sayin." There was an edge to Sam's voice and it cut Merry deep. "And Pippin is young and tending to the dramatic. I think it may be possible."
Merry jumped to his feet, "I've got to find him!"
"Now, wait." Sam said firmly, "You won't find him just running round yelling! This palace is huge and he could be anywhere. We need help if we're gonna search..."
Sam was interrupted by the chirruping of the comlink on his work clothes.
"Sam? Apollo here."
"Yeah, doc?"
"Do you know where Merry is?"
"I'm here." Merry said.
"Good. I think you all should come down here. Apollo out."
The three hobbits looked at each other. Then Frodo got slowly to his feet, "Come on." he said. Sam offered his arm and the three of them went down to Sick Bay.
Apollo was sitting in his office with a tall glass and a bottle. He came out when he saw the three hobbits, "The guards found him on their rounds." the doctor said, "He was lying in the corner of one the roof gardens, in the rain, with this," Apollo took a short bladed knife out of his pocket, "lying beside him. He'd cut himself up pretty bad. He'll be all right physically. Oh, Merry, this was addressed to you." he handed Merry a folded piece of paper.
The note was written in the common tongue of the Shire. Merry was shaking too hard to read it, so Frodo took it and read, "Dear Merry, I miss you so much. I can't stop thinking of all the fun we used to have. How we used to pinch Farmer Maggot's crops. That night at Bilbo's party and Gandalf caught us with the fireworks. I think I fell in love with you when I was three years old. I miss your face smiling at me. I miss feeling safe and secure. I remember that time when you made love to me in that old shed, and the other time out under the stars. Only twice. I've tried to be strong and gown up, but I just can't without you. There is no place for me without you. I just can't bear it any longer. I'm sorry. I love you. Pippin."
There were tears running down Frodo's face when he finished reading. Sam wiped his own eyes and sniffed. Merry was sobbing, "Oh, Doc! Where is he? Can I see him?"
Apollo put a comforting arm over Merry's shoulders, "Come on. Dry your eyes. That's not what he needs. He needs his friend and lover from the Shire."
Merry wiped his eyes, "We only did it twice. I shouldn't have let it happen at all. He was so young."
Apollo nodded, "No need to explain, son."
But Merry went on, "Hobbits don't come of age until we're 33. He was only 25 the first time. Just a child still."
"Omnies come of age at 28." Apollo said, "And the age of sexual consent is 22."
Sam looked shocked, "Twenty-two!"
Apollo smiled, "Go to him, Merry."
Pippin was lying on a bed in the middle of the room. Covered in a light blanket and wearing a white gown. He looked so peaceful and so young. In Merry's eyes he looked liked a young child again. Merry bent and kissed his forehead, "I'm sorry, Pippin." he whispered.
Bright green eyes opened slowly, "Merry?"
"Yes, Pip, I'm here and I'll never leave you again. Not ever. I love you, my sweet baby." Merry was crying, stroking the soft red/gold curls, "I was so wrong to leave you alone. Can you ever forgive me?"
"I'm not a baby." Pippin said.
And Merry smiled, "Oh, but you are. You're my special baby because I want to love you and protect you and keep you close for ever and ever."
"What about your studying?"
"Bugger it. You're more important. Let the Omnies find Middle Earth if they can. I don't care any more. So long.'s I have you, I'm home."
"Oh, Merry." Pippin sobbed out.
And Merry lifted and hugged him tight, "Fool of a Took!"
For the rest of that Summer, into the Autumn and Winter, they were simply Merry and Pippin again. The instructors and tutors shook their heads in dismay at "the waste of such genius." But Merry was happy just to be with Pippin. To play again, to run free again. They had many adventures in the woods behind the Gardens. They went in Merry's little red flyer to the City, but not often. And one breezy Autumn afternoon they made love in a pile of leaves, imagining themselves back in the Shire. Merry could almost hear Pippin's sister calling, "Peregrin Took! Where in blazes are you?" And Pippin sighed and whispered, "I'm here, Vinca, under my Merry. Where I belong."
End of Part Two
