Merry and Zoarria were leaned in, studying each other's eyes. Merry
looking into Zoarria's deep green eyes, and Zoarria staring into Merry's
soft brown eyes. Suddenly Merry looked down, "AHA!" he yelled as he moved
his knight in front of his king.
Zoarria glanced at him with mild amusement and took her move. She looked up slowly at Merry whose jaw had dropped just about to the floor. She looked at him, smiled sweetly and said, "Checkmate."
Merry looked at the board, "N-n-n-no," he stuttered, "Cuz see, I can move here," he said whipping the board of Zoarria's pieces and moving his king to where her pawn had been a moment ago.
Zoarria looked at him with not mild amusement but a GREAT deal of amusement, "Now Merry," she said, "We had a deal."
Merry shrank back in his chair. He was wearing only his undergarments and a big blanket. "Nuh-uh," he said.
"Yup, Merry we had a deal now take it off."
"No."
"YES!"
"NONONONONONO!"
"Awwww, Merry, you promised!" Zoarria started to spout big crocodile tears.
"No, and that stuff don't work on me."
"Oh, it doesn't does it?" Zoarria had glint in her eyes that Merry didn't like. Suddenly she pounced on him and kissed him, once, twice, thri--.
"Zoarria, stop," Merry pulled away with great reluctance.
Zoarria looked at him with confusion, "What is it Merry? What's wrong?" She sounded worried.
"What, What about -about Nólaquen?" That night when he was still recovering had come back with great clarity. 'Zoarria smiling at Nólaquen, Nólaquen squeezing Zoarria's hand, "Lets go home"? What had he meant by that? Did they live in the same house? Is she visiting? Or is he?'
"Nólaquen? What about him? This has nothing to do with him." She was getting REALLY confused now.
"Aren't you . . . well . . . Aren't you," he gulped, "together?" he whispered under his breath.
"Me and Nólaquen?!" Zoarria exploded on laughter, "What in the--? What gave you that idea?"
"Wellll, just little stuff, holding hands, smiles, etc." Merry got this feeling he had made a terrible mistake.
Zoarria laughed until she cried and while calming down she managed to say, between fits of laughter, "Nólaquen . . . is . . . my . . . brother!"
Merry looked at her, and looked away, ashamed for the mistake he had made, and then cracked up, "Your . . . BROTHER!" and then he lost it and was on the ground rolling around cracking up.
The next thing either of them knew they were back where they left off before Merry had interrupted them.
Authors Note: Next scene NOT appropriate for a PG story so lets leave this one to YOUR imagination.
Zoarria woke the next morning in Merry's arms and realized that that is where she had wanted to be since they had met in the Orc Camp. So, she snuggled deeper into his arms and went back to sleep, content that this is where she belonged.
A few hours later, Merry woke up with Zoarria still in his arms and was happy but knew that people would soon be missing him and seeing as how he was in Zoarria's house he should leave. He didn't want to be questioned on his personal life. So, he got up quietly as to not wake her. As he moved she muttered his name and rolled over. He dressed, and found a pen and paper.
Zoar, I left around 10. I was figuirin' we didn't need too many questions on our personal lives. I'm sure I'll have enough questions, being away all night, and well, this IS OUR personal life and I do want to SCREAM that I love you, we probably want to spring this on people correctly. I don't think many elves would think we are doing the right thing, nor many hobbits for that matter but, ya know how it is . . . I Love You. Love Ya -Merry
Zoarria glanced at him with mild amusement and took her move. She looked up slowly at Merry whose jaw had dropped just about to the floor. She looked at him, smiled sweetly and said, "Checkmate."
Merry looked at the board, "N-n-n-no," he stuttered, "Cuz see, I can move here," he said whipping the board of Zoarria's pieces and moving his king to where her pawn had been a moment ago.
Zoarria looked at him with not mild amusement but a GREAT deal of amusement, "Now Merry," she said, "We had a deal."
Merry shrank back in his chair. He was wearing only his undergarments and a big blanket. "Nuh-uh," he said.
"Yup, Merry we had a deal now take it off."
"No."
"YES!"
"NONONONONONO!"
"Awwww, Merry, you promised!" Zoarria started to spout big crocodile tears.
"No, and that stuff don't work on me."
"Oh, it doesn't does it?" Zoarria had glint in her eyes that Merry didn't like. Suddenly she pounced on him and kissed him, once, twice, thri--.
"Zoarria, stop," Merry pulled away with great reluctance.
Zoarria looked at him with confusion, "What is it Merry? What's wrong?" She sounded worried.
"What, What about -about Nólaquen?" That night when he was still recovering had come back with great clarity. 'Zoarria smiling at Nólaquen, Nólaquen squeezing Zoarria's hand, "Lets go home"? What had he meant by that? Did they live in the same house? Is she visiting? Or is he?'
"Nólaquen? What about him? This has nothing to do with him." She was getting REALLY confused now.
"Aren't you . . . well . . . Aren't you," he gulped, "together?" he whispered under his breath.
"Me and Nólaquen?!" Zoarria exploded on laughter, "What in the--? What gave you that idea?"
"Wellll, just little stuff, holding hands, smiles, etc." Merry got this feeling he had made a terrible mistake.
Zoarria laughed until she cried and while calming down she managed to say, between fits of laughter, "Nólaquen . . . is . . . my . . . brother!"
Merry looked at her, and looked away, ashamed for the mistake he had made, and then cracked up, "Your . . . BROTHER!" and then he lost it and was on the ground rolling around cracking up.
The next thing either of them knew they were back where they left off before Merry had interrupted them.
Authors Note: Next scene NOT appropriate for a PG story so lets leave this one to YOUR imagination.
Zoarria woke the next morning in Merry's arms and realized that that is where she had wanted to be since they had met in the Orc Camp. So, she snuggled deeper into his arms and went back to sleep, content that this is where she belonged.
A few hours later, Merry woke up with Zoarria still in his arms and was happy but knew that people would soon be missing him and seeing as how he was in Zoarria's house he should leave. He didn't want to be questioned on his personal life. So, he got up quietly as to not wake her. As he moved she muttered his name and rolled over. He dressed, and found a pen and paper.
Zoar, I left around 10. I was figuirin' we didn't need too many questions on our personal lives. I'm sure I'll have enough questions, being away all night, and well, this IS OUR personal life and I do want to SCREAM that I love you, we probably want to spring this on people correctly. I don't think many elves would think we are doing the right thing, nor many hobbits for that matter but, ya know how it is . . . I Love You. Love Ya -Merry