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Title: Found 2/2
Author: Red Light District
Summary: Pippin's POV. These are basically the same events from Found 1.
Warnings: Overuse of flashbacks! Very short, teeny vignettes. I feel like this chapter is in the hazy region between Fic-with-Plot and PWP-hood. Am I just being paranoid?
Author's Notes: Again, I'm going for bittersweet, not the depths of despair. Oh, can we use person in reference to hobbits? I did it anyway... Tolkien's probably turning in his grave as I type.
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Our wives are gone now. I'm free to pursue you if I wish. I do wish. I'm not sorry either. Well, perhaps a bit. I loved Diamond. She was a wonderful person. She just wasn't you. I still want you, but I'll wait until you're ready.
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It's been a few months since Stella's funeral. We talk now. Sometimes. Tentatively, so very carefully... It's not the same is it? I don't want it to be the same. I want something new and better than anything from the past. I'm too old to need to worry about social niceties. I'm going to do what I want now.
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You're at my house. I'm telling you how good it is for you to visit while I gaze at your mouth. Can I be any more obvious? But you're still so beautiful to me. Oh... you want me to go to Rohan with you. You don't need to look so nervous. It's not as though I'm going to pounce on you and ravish you. We're far too old for that kind of thing... unfortunately.
I'm trying to pay attention, but it's so hard when you're looking at me like that. Ah... so you want to spend your last days there. You want *me* to be with you. Oh Sweet Eru... I love you so much. I always imagined dying quietly in Tookborough, but I'll go with you.
In the weeks we spent making preparations I decided something. I'm going to make you admit that you still love me. We aren't going to spend the last years of our lives pretending that we're only friends.
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Stubborn hobbit! I can't believe you're completely ignoring all my advances. But you utterly adorable when you blush. Just you wait until we get to Edoras.
Thank the Valar for Eomer's grandchildren. They're very cooperative. Your defenses will be lowered once they've tired you out. I do hope you like the flowers. They're only weeds, but you mentioned them on our last walk. Perhaps I should change the note.... say something more. I think I will. Oh no, I can hear you coming. I'll have to hope that you'll accept it as it is. I hope you'll accept *me* as I am...
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You accepted me. You do still love me. But I hate fighting with you. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings... It was never my intention to ignore you in Minas Tirith. There were so many people that I hadn't seen. I didn't think you would mind if we spent less time together. And you wouldn't have. Except, I'd forgotten how sensitive you are about your weight. I never should have teased you. But there are so many things we've forgotten about each other. I want to rediscover everything about you. We have half a lifetime to make up for and not enough time to waste on fighting.
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I'm sick now. Perhaps we shouldn't have been out in the rain. The healers try to be nice, but I know that I'm too old for the stress on my lungs. I think I'm dying, but I wouldn't trade that day for anything. We were so happy then. You kissed me and more. We don't do that as much as I'd like. Usually, we fell asleep without even a good night kiss. The only thing I regret is making you cry.
It's so hard to breathe now, but I must be strong for you. I don't want you to know how much it hurts. You'll call the healers, and they'll give me another sleeping draught. I want to be awake as long as I can. So I'll keep smiling for you.
"One more...?" I wheeze out before I'm taken by another coughing fit.
You look lost for a moment. Perhaps I'm selfish, but I'm glad I'm going first. It would kill me to watch you die. I wouldn't want to be the last one left. I'm sorry dearest...
"Once upon a time, there were two best friends. But they were more than friends, even more than family. They loved each other more than anything...
I was mostly ignoring the story. I just wanted to hear your voice. Finally, the actual words hit me, and tears burned in my eyes. You're telling *our* story. My dear, sweet Merry...
"...and they lived happily until the end of their days," you finish quietly.
Telling our story must have taken a lot out of you. I learned so much from listening. You told me things that you'd never said before. I didn't know that you'd loved me for so long.Why didn't you stop the wedding? Well, I know why you didn't, but I never knew that you almost did. So many things that I didn't know.
"Love you... Always have."
You look down at me, and stroke my hand. You don't need to say it back. I can see it. I'm so tired, Merry. I don't want to fall asleep now. There are too many things we have to say. I'm out of time... I hate sleep... I don't want to fall asleep. My chest is burning, and my vision is blurred from tears. I can barely make you out. This isn't how I wanted our last time to be. I'm so afraid that I won't see you again. There are so many things I wanted to do with you. I don't want to leave you yet.
I'll always love you....
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That's all there is, there isn't any more.
I have finally reached the end of The Two Tragedies. It's been a long journey for me, but I enjoyed writing it. This is the first series/project that I've ever finished. I'm so happy!
Somehow, Pippin took over and managed to write his beginning scenes. I hadn't meant for them to be so fluffy and... well... funny/cute/suggestive. *mutters* Damn Horny!Hobbits... Did it work?
I'm not quite satisfied with Pippin's death scene. Suggestions are good.
Title: Found 2/2
Author: Red Light District
Summary: Pippin's POV. These are basically the same events from Found 1.
Warnings: Overuse of flashbacks! Very short, teeny vignettes. I feel like this chapter is in the hazy region between Fic-with-Plot and PWP-hood. Am I just being paranoid?
Author's Notes: Again, I'm going for bittersweet, not the depths of despair. Oh, can we use person in reference to hobbits? I did it anyway... Tolkien's probably turning in his grave as I type.
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Our wives are gone now. I'm free to pursue you if I wish. I do wish. I'm not sorry either. Well, perhaps a bit. I loved Diamond. She was a wonderful person. She just wasn't you. I still want you, but I'll wait until you're ready.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It's been a few months since Stella's funeral. We talk now. Sometimes. Tentatively, so very carefully... It's not the same is it? I don't want it to be the same. I want something new and better than anything from the past. I'm too old to need to worry about social niceties. I'm going to do what I want now.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You're at my house. I'm telling you how good it is for you to visit while I gaze at your mouth. Can I be any more obvious? But you're still so beautiful to me. Oh... you want me to go to Rohan with you. You don't need to look so nervous. It's not as though I'm going to pounce on you and ravish you. We're far too old for that kind of thing... unfortunately.
I'm trying to pay attention, but it's so hard when you're looking at me like that. Ah... so you want to spend your last days there. You want *me* to be with you. Oh Sweet Eru... I love you so much. I always imagined dying quietly in Tookborough, but I'll go with you.
In the weeks we spent making preparations I decided something. I'm going to make you admit that you still love me. We aren't going to spend the last years of our lives pretending that we're only friends.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Stubborn hobbit! I can't believe you're completely ignoring all my advances. But you utterly adorable when you blush. Just you wait until we get to Edoras.
Thank the Valar for Eomer's grandchildren. They're very cooperative. Your defenses will be lowered once they've tired you out. I do hope you like the flowers. They're only weeds, but you mentioned them on our last walk. Perhaps I should change the note.... say something more. I think I will. Oh no, I can hear you coming. I'll have to hope that you'll accept it as it is. I hope you'll accept *me* as I am...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You accepted me. You do still love me. But I hate fighting with you. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings... It was never my intention to ignore you in Minas Tirith. There were so many people that I hadn't seen. I didn't think you would mind if we spent less time together. And you wouldn't have. Except, I'd forgotten how sensitive you are about your weight. I never should have teased you. But there are so many things we've forgotten about each other. I want to rediscover everything about you. We have half a lifetime to make up for and not enough time to waste on fighting.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I'm sick now. Perhaps we shouldn't have been out in the rain. The healers try to be nice, but I know that I'm too old for the stress on my lungs. I think I'm dying, but I wouldn't trade that day for anything. We were so happy then. You kissed me and more. We don't do that as much as I'd like. Usually, we fell asleep without even a good night kiss. The only thing I regret is making you cry.
It's so hard to breathe now, but I must be strong for you. I don't want you to know how much it hurts. You'll call the healers, and they'll give me another sleeping draught. I want to be awake as long as I can. So I'll keep smiling for you.
"One more...?" I wheeze out before I'm taken by another coughing fit.
You look lost for a moment. Perhaps I'm selfish, but I'm glad I'm going first. It would kill me to watch you die. I wouldn't want to be the last one left. I'm sorry dearest...
"Once upon a time, there were two best friends. But they were more than friends, even more than family. They loved each other more than anything...
I was mostly ignoring the story. I just wanted to hear your voice. Finally, the actual words hit me, and tears burned in my eyes. You're telling *our* story. My dear, sweet Merry...
"...and they lived happily until the end of their days," you finish quietly.
Telling our story must have taken a lot out of you. I learned so much from listening. You told me things that you'd never said before. I didn't know that you'd loved me for so long.Why didn't you stop the wedding? Well, I know why you didn't, but I never knew that you almost did. So many things that I didn't know.
"Love you... Always have."
You look down at me, and stroke my hand. You don't need to say it back. I can see it. I'm so tired, Merry. I don't want to fall asleep now. There are too many things we have to say. I'm out of time... I hate sleep... I don't want to fall asleep. My chest is burning, and my vision is blurred from tears. I can barely make you out. This isn't how I wanted our last time to be. I'm so afraid that I won't see you again. There are so many things I wanted to do with you. I don't want to leave you yet.
I'll always love you....
---
That's all there is, there isn't any more.
I have finally reached the end of The Two Tragedies. It's been a long journey for me, but I enjoyed writing it. This is the first series/project that I've ever finished. I'm so happy!
Somehow, Pippin took over and managed to write his beginning scenes. I hadn't meant for them to be so fluffy and... well... funny/cute/suggestive. *mutters* Damn Horny!Hobbits... Did it work?
I'm not quite satisfied with Pippin's death scene. Suggestions are good.