The early morning sun had broken its way through the rain clouds,
pouring it's heavenly goodness across the land. Merry's eyes squinted,
trying to keep to prying light at bay. Morning meant he'd have to leave the
bed, and he'd have to leave the warmth and comfort of Pippin. Merry reached
out to wake his friend, but found him missing from the bed.
"Pippin?" He ventured softly. The room appeared deserted. Merry lifted himself from the bed and took a glance around. Everything was had been gilded with sunbeams, and the smell of rain and rose prevailed over everything. Merry wished Pippin could have been there. Suddenly he heard a soft singing from outside the window. Merry pulled himself up from the bed to take a look outside. It was Pippin, still dressed in his light night wear, sitting in the dewy grass singing some melancholy song.
I don't feel a thing and I stopped remembering,
The days are just like moments turned to hours,
Mother Used to say if you want, you'll find a way,
1 Bet mother never danced through fire shower
Hobbits knew many songs, but this was one that Merry had never heard. It was slow, soft and sad. Very unlike Pippin.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain I walk in the rain, in the rain,
Is it right or is it wrong and is it here that I belong.
Stepping out into the sun, Merry felt the early morning cold sting his face. It was nearly summer, but the mornings were still just cold enough to make him shiver. The sad slow song led Merry to the sitting figure beyond the birch tree. Pippin's face was non expressive, even if he sang so emotionally to himself.
I don't hear a sound,
Silent faces in the ground,
The quiet screams, but I refuse to listen
"Morning Pip," the blond entered softly. Pippin quickly turned from his spot on the ground. The song stopped, and his blue eyes stood wide open.
"I didn't mean to wake you Mer," Pippin said softly hanging his head, "I just wanted to come out here and see, see the Shire."
"It does look quite lovely like this," Merry agreed, looking over the jade hills, "but it does not seem to make you happy. Tell me, what's wrong?" Pippin still looked down at the grass, not raising one eye.
"It's just about that silly dream I had, really it's nothing." Merry sat down on the cold wet grass beside Pippin and placed a caring arm around him. Pippin tensed for a moment, then slowly lowered his head onto Merry's shoulder. They sat there for a moment in pure silence, observing the new day.
If there is a hell I'm sure this is how it smells,
Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain I walk in the rain, in the rain.
Am I right or am I wrong and is it here that I belong.
"Merry," came a voice, "are you afraid of being alone?" Merry looked down at the boy in his arms, a serious look was present on his face.
"Sometimes I suppose, but I never worry about it."
"Why not?"
"Well, as long as I can remember, I've always had you, right?" Pippin nodded in agreement.
"It's just that, in my dream," Pippin paused. Turning away, he seemed ashamed of himself. "I my dream, I see everyone fade away from me. They all just seem to leave me behind. Then, it's just you, smiling at me. Smiling like you always do, then , then you're gone. I cry for you to come back, but there's only darkness. It feels so real." Pippin rested his head on Merry's chest. "I want to hear your heart beat, just to know if it's real."
"I could never fade away Pip, not from you. Not after everything we've done."
"I must sound so silly," Pippin tried to push himself up, but Merry pulled him back down.
"No, you don't."
"It's just, sometimes I feel so small, like a child-"
"In a world to big," Merry interrupted.
"And I'll always be alone." Merry reached down and took hold of Pippin's chin, and gently turned is face up to face his.
"You're never alone," he simply said, then kissed Pip on his lips. It had been like the kiss the night before. A real, honest loving kiss. Shared between the two of them. Merry felt himself melt into Pippin's willing mouth. This is what he wanted. The two broke abruptly when Pippin pulled away.
"Merry, do you love me?"
"Didn't I say yes last night?"
"Tell me, do you love me? Will you never leave me?" Merry smiled, touched deeply by Pippin's sudden display of affection.
"I love you Pip." Was his answer, and it was enough to light up Pippin's face. Pippin fell into Merry's arms, where he lay comfortably till the afternoon, watching the world go by in the lap of the boy who loved him. And Merry watched on, gently caressing the boy he loved. Both happy in life and finding one another. Never having to fear being alone or too small. Alone together in the Shire, in the secret of the flowers and trees, they could watch the sunrise on the dewy grass. They could laugh and kiss and dream with one another. And it was all the other ever wanted. All they wanted to be together.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain I walk in the rain, in the rain.
Why do I feel so alone,
For some reason I think of home
And to never be alone.
"Pippin?" He ventured softly. The room appeared deserted. Merry lifted himself from the bed and took a glance around. Everything was had been gilded with sunbeams, and the smell of rain and rose prevailed over everything. Merry wished Pippin could have been there. Suddenly he heard a soft singing from outside the window. Merry pulled himself up from the bed to take a look outside. It was Pippin, still dressed in his light night wear, sitting in the dewy grass singing some melancholy song.
I don't feel a thing and I stopped remembering,
The days are just like moments turned to hours,
Mother Used to say if you want, you'll find a way,
1 Bet mother never danced through fire shower
Hobbits knew many songs, but this was one that Merry had never heard. It was slow, soft and sad. Very unlike Pippin.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain I walk in the rain, in the rain,
Is it right or is it wrong and is it here that I belong.
Stepping out into the sun, Merry felt the early morning cold sting his face. It was nearly summer, but the mornings were still just cold enough to make him shiver. The sad slow song led Merry to the sitting figure beyond the birch tree. Pippin's face was non expressive, even if he sang so emotionally to himself.
I don't hear a sound,
Silent faces in the ground,
The quiet screams, but I refuse to listen
"Morning Pip," the blond entered softly. Pippin quickly turned from his spot on the ground. The song stopped, and his blue eyes stood wide open.
"I didn't mean to wake you Mer," Pippin said softly hanging his head, "I just wanted to come out here and see, see the Shire."
"It does look quite lovely like this," Merry agreed, looking over the jade hills, "but it does not seem to make you happy. Tell me, what's wrong?" Pippin still looked down at the grass, not raising one eye.
"It's just about that silly dream I had, really it's nothing." Merry sat down on the cold wet grass beside Pippin and placed a caring arm around him. Pippin tensed for a moment, then slowly lowered his head onto Merry's shoulder. They sat there for a moment in pure silence, observing the new day.
If there is a hell I'm sure this is how it smells,
Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain I walk in the rain, in the rain.
Am I right or am I wrong and is it here that I belong.
"Merry," came a voice, "are you afraid of being alone?" Merry looked down at the boy in his arms, a serious look was present on his face.
"Sometimes I suppose, but I never worry about it."
"Why not?"
"Well, as long as I can remember, I've always had you, right?" Pippin nodded in agreement.
"It's just that, in my dream," Pippin paused. Turning away, he seemed ashamed of himself. "I my dream, I see everyone fade away from me. They all just seem to leave me behind. Then, it's just you, smiling at me. Smiling like you always do, then , then you're gone. I cry for you to come back, but there's only darkness. It feels so real." Pippin rested his head on Merry's chest. "I want to hear your heart beat, just to know if it's real."
"I could never fade away Pip, not from you. Not after everything we've done."
"I must sound so silly," Pippin tried to push himself up, but Merry pulled him back down.
"No, you don't."
"It's just, sometimes I feel so small, like a child-"
"In a world to big," Merry interrupted.
"And I'll always be alone." Merry reached down and took hold of Pippin's chin, and gently turned is face up to face his.
"You're never alone," he simply said, then kissed Pip on his lips. It had been like the kiss the night before. A real, honest loving kiss. Shared between the two of them. Merry felt himself melt into Pippin's willing mouth. This is what he wanted. The two broke abruptly when Pippin pulled away.
"Merry, do you love me?"
"Didn't I say yes last night?"
"Tell me, do you love me? Will you never leave me?" Merry smiled, touched deeply by Pippin's sudden display of affection.
"I love you Pip." Was his answer, and it was enough to light up Pippin's face. Pippin fell into Merry's arms, where he lay comfortably till the afternoon, watching the world go by in the lap of the boy who loved him. And Merry watched on, gently caressing the boy he loved. Both happy in life and finding one another. Never having to fear being alone or too small. Alone together in the Shire, in the secret of the flowers and trees, they could watch the sunrise on the dewy grass. They could laugh and kiss and dream with one another. And it was all the other ever wanted. All they wanted to be together.
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain I walk in the rain, in the rain.
Why do I feel so alone,
For some reason I think of home
And to never be alone.