Authors notes: I do not own these wonderful hobbits. Mr. JRR Tolkien does.
My intent is to provide reading material for other Pervy Hobbit Fanciers
such as myself without causing too much spinning in JRRT's grave. To this
effect I do not write slash, I try to keep the ages correct and restrict my
use of anachronistic contrivances.
PG for violence. If you're old enough to find this story you've probably seen or heard worse already.
Have you reviewed your fanfic lately? If you like someone's work, let them know. If you think it could use improving, let them know. If you think it stinks, well, remember what your mother said, "If you can't say anything nice about someone, come sit over here by me".
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Killer Instinct
Chapter 3: Attack
Dro swore he'd never seen someone move as fast as Merry did as he spun around flinging Pippin 2 metres to the left.
Merry's eyes were wide and mouth agape; then the eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched so hard Dro could hear Merry's teeth grind closed. Adan instinctively stepped back and raised his hands to protect his face. Dro ran back into the pub. A number of onlookers jumped back.
Adrenalin and testerone were screaming through Merry's veins. There was an acrid taste in his mouth. His muscles bunched and his brain clicked into a syncopated thought pattern telling him exactly what had to happen in which order. When some people are faced with a life threatening or intensely humiliating situation, time seems to stand still or go so slowly that with agonizing clearness the next few minutes seem to take on an entire life of their own. The owner has no control. Not so with others. 20 seconds turned into a flash of lightening as Merry's instincts directed the exact movements without any conscious intervention.
As surely as if his actions had been orchestrated and honed, he seized Ted by the shirt front, yanking the astonished hobbit through the short distance separating them. Twisting his hand in the linen and raising Ted off the ground a mere inch, Merry's other hand snapped to Ted's neck. The first hand pulled him in closer. They were now nose to nose. Ted could smell the beer on Merry's breath. Merry could smell the terror on Ted's. Ted felt the tell-tale prickle in his armpits of severe panic just before his gonads shrank up into his groin. He knew he could be all but dead in less than a minute. Fueled by the ancient reactions inbred in all males in the most intense of competitions, Merry nearly strangled Ted. He just may have if not for Frodo forcing his way between the two meshed bodies.
Merry tried his best to ignore his older cousin struggling to break his grip on the miller's son. He pushed forward as Frodo wedged his shoulder between the antagonists. All three were now breathing hard, Merry with the glazed eyes of defiance, Frodo with determination to stop this insane event, and Ted with acute horror. Merry was the largest of the three and although both Frodo and Ted were working against him, he still managed to back the trio up against a tree. Ted's head thunked against the bark as Merry jacked him up and back.
~ TBC
PG for violence. If you're old enough to find this story you've probably seen or heard worse already.
Have you reviewed your fanfic lately? If you like someone's work, let them know. If you think it could use improving, let them know. If you think it stinks, well, remember what your mother said, "If you can't say anything nice about someone, come sit over here by me".
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Killer Instinct
Chapter 3: Attack
Dro swore he'd never seen someone move as fast as Merry did as he spun around flinging Pippin 2 metres to the left.
Merry's eyes were wide and mouth agape; then the eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched so hard Dro could hear Merry's teeth grind closed. Adan instinctively stepped back and raised his hands to protect his face. Dro ran back into the pub. A number of onlookers jumped back.
Adrenalin and testerone were screaming through Merry's veins. There was an acrid taste in his mouth. His muscles bunched and his brain clicked into a syncopated thought pattern telling him exactly what had to happen in which order. When some people are faced with a life threatening or intensely humiliating situation, time seems to stand still or go so slowly that with agonizing clearness the next few minutes seem to take on an entire life of their own. The owner has no control. Not so with others. 20 seconds turned into a flash of lightening as Merry's instincts directed the exact movements without any conscious intervention.
As surely as if his actions had been orchestrated and honed, he seized Ted by the shirt front, yanking the astonished hobbit through the short distance separating them. Twisting his hand in the linen and raising Ted off the ground a mere inch, Merry's other hand snapped to Ted's neck. The first hand pulled him in closer. They were now nose to nose. Ted could smell the beer on Merry's breath. Merry could smell the terror on Ted's. Ted felt the tell-tale prickle in his armpits of severe panic just before his gonads shrank up into his groin. He knew he could be all but dead in less than a minute. Fueled by the ancient reactions inbred in all males in the most intense of competitions, Merry nearly strangled Ted. He just may have if not for Frodo forcing his way between the two meshed bodies.
Merry tried his best to ignore his older cousin struggling to break his grip on the miller's son. He pushed forward as Frodo wedged his shoulder between the antagonists. All three were now breathing hard, Merry with the glazed eyes of defiance, Frodo with determination to stop this insane event, and Ted with acute horror. Merry was the largest of the three and although both Frodo and Ted were working against him, he still managed to back the trio up against a tree. Ted's head thunked against the bark as Merry jacked him up and back.
~ TBC