The last of the summer showers were making their way across the
distant dream world of the Shire. Hidden away from the rest of the world,
far and off from all suffer, sorrow, loss and despair. Where early summer
evenings such as this were spent in doors, resting quietly by a fire and
listening to the light tapping on this roof. The sweet romantic atmosphere
was like a drug to anyone who passes by, and an enjoyable life to all who
stayed. Merry sighed to himself as he reflected on all this. Starring out
his window, into the dusk, sweet swirls of purple and cerulean mixed in the
falling rain. The ground was damp and flourishing with grass and all the
early summer buds. Merry suddenly thought of Sam, who must have been
sitting at home thinking proudly of all his work in the Shire. Indeed, he
and Frodo had the most beautiful garden. Often times, Merry and Pip would
wander of there out of boredom and they'd see the two of them sitting in a
stream of sunlight, laughing and singing together.
"Oi," Pip would softly whisper to his friend, "best we leave them be?" But Frodo would always catch the two of them, and call them over for some early morning tea. And the four of them would sit in the dew soaked grass, and Merry would watch heavy hearted as Frodo and Sam held hands and gently kissed each other when the other wasn't looking. They were so casual with their love, and they were so happy to be with one another. Merry wanted that so badly. He wanted someone to hold his hand, to kiss on the cheek, to pick flowers for, the wake up next to, to spend the mornings with. And Merry would turn his eyes and see dear sweet Pip sitting beside him. His eyes shining in the early sun, dark hair highlighted with the green garden rising behind him. His lips open, either laughing or eating, but he was always smiling. Always so gentle, so happy and kind. Sometimes he was a bit slow or a bit annoying, but there was something about Pip. Something that made Merry love him.
"Are you all right?" Merry was snapped back from his day dream to find himself back in the bedroom of his home, starring hopelessly out the window. Turning, he saw Pip standing there in his night clothes.
"I'm all right Pip, I was just watching the rain."
"I'll tell you a secret. It falls from the sky and lands on the ground. Not too much more outside that." Merry smiled a bit. Pippin always tried to sound witty, maybe it was because everyone thought him a fool. And granted he wasn't funny, but very charming in a child-like way. "Are you going to close the window?"
"No," Merry said softly, still gazing past the sill, "I like the sound of the rain. And besides, it's not cold out or anything."
"Suppose not. Well, if it makes you happy," Pippin said getting into his bed.
"Good night Pip," Merry said getting up from his spot, "sweet dreams, eh?"
"Sweet dreams to you Merry." The brunette relaxed himself into his bed, slowly pulling his blankets around him. Merry watched, a smile curled at the ends of his mouth. So awkwardly did his friend move, again like a child, in a world too big for him. He watched as Pippin oddly struggled to get comfortable in his bed, kicking about his blankets and adjusting the pillow. It was all so comical. Like a child, in a world too big. To big for someone as innocent and wide eyed, someone so set in strange patterns, always finding the most foolish way of doing things.
After a few moments, poor Pip still found he couldn't work his way into his bed, and Merry standing by the window was chuckling softly to himself.
"Something funny?" Pippin asked, looking up from his strange position on the bed.
"Just you dear friend," Merry placed a hand over his mouth and began to laugh.
"Well," Pippin huffed, trying to pull himself out of a knot he had made, "why don't you stop gawking and come over here and help me?" Merry stared at his confused friend, not seeing how he could help anymore.
"I'm afraid you're stuck like that Pip. Too bad because that doesn't look all that comfortable!" After saying this, Merry noticed a tear in Pippin's eye. "I didn't mean that! Oh Pip, don't cry!"
"I don't want to be stuck here forever! Merry! Help me!" Pippin was now struggling frantically beneath his bedding. Merry dashed to his side and began aiding his lost friend. After a few moments of tears and triumph, Pippin emerged from his blankets good as new.
"Thank you Merry. I would have hated to have been trapped under there." Merry ran his hand through Pip's messy hair.
"Anytime, now, how about I help you get into bed this time?" Pippin nodded yes in response. Merry pulled back the covers, allowing Pip to lie down as he preferred on the bed.
"Is that good?"
"Yes, tuck me in now!" Just like a child. He'll never change. Merry pulled the covers up around his friend, tucking them around his shoulders. Pippin nuzzled his pillow as Merry did so. Dear sweet Pippin, always so happy, and gentle and kind. Merry smiled warmly to the figure below him, letting his wandering hand stroke his cheek. Pippin didn't seem to mind, in face, the smile on his face indicated he was quite content. Merry on the other hand couldn't believe what he was doing. Only moments ago was he thinking so fondly of this sweet creature. Thinking of a life they could share, as two lovers, always together, like this.
"I love you Merry," Pippin whispered. Merry stopped stroking his cheek. "What's wrong?" Pippin opened his eyes in shock.
"What did you say?"
"I said I love you Merry. You love me?"
"Y-yes," Merry choked out. It felt so strange, only moments ago had he wondered what'd it be like to hear those words come from Pip. Those words of deep admiration, of tenderness and passion. But the words had been spoken so softly and so casually, and as Merry continued to pet his sweet Pippin, he again realized the theme of that evening. Just a child, whose words like love are everyday use. It saddened Merry so much. He wanted to love Pippin, and for him to love back. He wanted to see them like Frodo and Sam. Innocently touching, kissing, laughing, enjoying the company of one another. It could never be, ever.
With a heavy sigh, Merry faced his sleeping friend. Pippin's light snoring had distracted him from his daze. Without thought or hesitation, Merry leaned down and placed a single kiss on the place where he had so gently been stroking Pippin.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered. Pip's lashes suddenly fluttered, revealing two calm blue eyes.
"What was that Mer?" he asked with a smile.
"Just a good night kiss."
"Can I have another?" Merry looked down at Pippin with shock, but was happy to place another kiss on the boys soft cheek. "Can I have one on my lips?"
"What?"
"Please! I can't sleep if you don't." Merry hesitated for a moment, then slowly, he placed his lips on Pips. They were naturally soft and tender. The kiss wasn't forceful or overly passionate, but there something romantic about it. Something so genuine. The two parted, both with smiles on their faces.
"Can you sleep now?" Merry asked. Pippin shook his head. "And why not?"
"Well, what if I have a bad dream?"
"What if you do?"
"I don't want to wake up alone," Pippin placed his hand over Merry's.
"Would you like me to stay with you tonight?" Merry asked quietly into Pip's ear.
"Yes," he whispered back.
Merry hardly slept that night. Not with Pippin sleeping in his arms. His light breathing mixed with the falling showers. The feeling of his hot breath of his neck and the soft moaning sounds he'd make during the night. Merry nestled his nose into Peregin's hair, taking in the scent of the child that lay in his arms. It was all innocent. Just two innocent hobbits on a nice summer night. Nothing more than friends, nothing less. Merry tightened his grip around Pip, whispering one last "I love you" into his ear. The came only the sound of the rain outside the window. And in the morning it'd still be falling, and in the morning Pip would still be in Merry's arms, still nothing more than a child.
"Oi," Pip would softly whisper to his friend, "best we leave them be?" But Frodo would always catch the two of them, and call them over for some early morning tea. And the four of them would sit in the dew soaked grass, and Merry would watch heavy hearted as Frodo and Sam held hands and gently kissed each other when the other wasn't looking. They were so casual with their love, and they were so happy to be with one another. Merry wanted that so badly. He wanted someone to hold his hand, to kiss on the cheek, to pick flowers for, the wake up next to, to spend the mornings with. And Merry would turn his eyes and see dear sweet Pip sitting beside him. His eyes shining in the early sun, dark hair highlighted with the green garden rising behind him. His lips open, either laughing or eating, but he was always smiling. Always so gentle, so happy and kind. Sometimes he was a bit slow or a bit annoying, but there was something about Pip. Something that made Merry love him.
"Are you all right?" Merry was snapped back from his day dream to find himself back in the bedroom of his home, starring hopelessly out the window. Turning, he saw Pip standing there in his night clothes.
"I'm all right Pip, I was just watching the rain."
"I'll tell you a secret. It falls from the sky and lands on the ground. Not too much more outside that." Merry smiled a bit. Pippin always tried to sound witty, maybe it was because everyone thought him a fool. And granted he wasn't funny, but very charming in a child-like way. "Are you going to close the window?"
"No," Merry said softly, still gazing past the sill, "I like the sound of the rain. And besides, it's not cold out or anything."
"Suppose not. Well, if it makes you happy," Pippin said getting into his bed.
"Good night Pip," Merry said getting up from his spot, "sweet dreams, eh?"
"Sweet dreams to you Merry." The brunette relaxed himself into his bed, slowly pulling his blankets around him. Merry watched, a smile curled at the ends of his mouth. So awkwardly did his friend move, again like a child, in a world too big for him. He watched as Pippin oddly struggled to get comfortable in his bed, kicking about his blankets and adjusting the pillow. It was all so comical. Like a child, in a world too big. To big for someone as innocent and wide eyed, someone so set in strange patterns, always finding the most foolish way of doing things.
After a few moments, poor Pip still found he couldn't work his way into his bed, and Merry standing by the window was chuckling softly to himself.
"Something funny?" Pippin asked, looking up from his strange position on the bed.
"Just you dear friend," Merry placed a hand over his mouth and began to laugh.
"Well," Pippin huffed, trying to pull himself out of a knot he had made, "why don't you stop gawking and come over here and help me?" Merry stared at his confused friend, not seeing how he could help anymore.
"I'm afraid you're stuck like that Pip. Too bad because that doesn't look all that comfortable!" After saying this, Merry noticed a tear in Pippin's eye. "I didn't mean that! Oh Pip, don't cry!"
"I don't want to be stuck here forever! Merry! Help me!" Pippin was now struggling frantically beneath his bedding. Merry dashed to his side and began aiding his lost friend. After a few moments of tears and triumph, Pippin emerged from his blankets good as new.
"Thank you Merry. I would have hated to have been trapped under there." Merry ran his hand through Pip's messy hair.
"Anytime, now, how about I help you get into bed this time?" Pippin nodded yes in response. Merry pulled back the covers, allowing Pip to lie down as he preferred on the bed.
"Is that good?"
"Yes, tuck me in now!" Just like a child. He'll never change. Merry pulled the covers up around his friend, tucking them around his shoulders. Pippin nuzzled his pillow as Merry did so. Dear sweet Pippin, always so happy, and gentle and kind. Merry smiled warmly to the figure below him, letting his wandering hand stroke his cheek. Pippin didn't seem to mind, in face, the smile on his face indicated he was quite content. Merry on the other hand couldn't believe what he was doing. Only moments ago was he thinking so fondly of this sweet creature. Thinking of a life they could share, as two lovers, always together, like this.
"I love you Merry," Pippin whispered. Merry stopped stroking his cheek. "What's wrong?" Pippin opened his eyes in shock.
"What did you say?"
"I said I love you Merry. You love me?"
"Y-yes," Merry choked out. It felt so strange, only moments ago had he wondered what'd it be like to hear those words come from Pip. Those words of deep admiration, of tenderness and passion. But the words had been spoken so softly and so casually, and as Merry continued to pet his sweet Pippin, he again realized the theme of that evening. Just a child, whose words like love are everyday use. It saddened Merry so much. He wanted to love Pippin, and for him to love back. He wanted to see them like Frodo and Sam. Innocently touching, kissing, laughing, enjoying the company of one another. It could never be, ever.
With a heavy sigh, Merry faced his sleeping friend. Pippin's light snoring had distracted him from his daze. Without thought or hesitation, Merry leaned down and placed a single kiss on the place where he had so gently been stroking Pippin.
"Sweet dreams," he whispered. Pip's lashes suddenly fluttered, revealing two calm blue eyes.
"What was that Mer?" he asked with a smile.
"Just a good night kiss."
"Can I have another?" Merry looked down at Pippin with shock, but was happy to place another kiss on the boys soft cheek. "Can I have one on my lips?"
"What?"
"Please! I can't sleep if you don't." Merry hesitated for a moment, then slowly, he placed his lips on Pips. They were naturally soft and tender. The kiss wasn't forceful or overly passionate, but there something romantic about it. Something so genuine. The two parted, both with smiles on their faces.
"Can you sleep now?" Merry asked. Pippin shook his head. "And why not?"
"Well, what if I have a bad dream?"
"What if you do?"
"I don't want to wake up alone," Pippin placed his hand over Merry's.
"Would you like me to stay with you tonight?" Merry asked quietly into Pip's ear.
"Yes," he whispered back.
Merry hardly slept that night. Not with Pippin sleeping in his arms. His light breathing mixed with the falling showers. The feeling of his hot breath of his neck and the soft moaning sounds he'd make during the night. Merry nestled his nose into Peregin's hair, taking in the scent of the child that lay in his arms. It was all innocent. Just two innocent hobbits on a nice summer night. Nothing more than friends, nothing less. Merry tightened his grip around Pip, whispering one last "I love you" into his ear. The came only the sound of the rain outside the window. And in the morning it'd still be falling, and in the morning Pip would still be in Merry's arms, still nothing more than a child.