Title:
Cinders and Roses.
Author: Roz
E-mail: roz4hobbits@hotmail.com
Over all Rating: NC-17
Chapter rating: PG-13 (I got them to behave!)
Pairing: M/P.
Summary: Once upon a time a young lad fell in love with a prince and wished
upon a star for a happy ending, and because this is a fairy tale, his wish was
granted.
Notes: I decided to follow the mixed-matched copy of the eldest version I could
find so expect sex and it to carry on a little longer than after the glass
slipper bit.
Feedback: look feedback slut here!
Warnings: hobbit sex/Pippin abuse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing *sobs*
Dedication: To Emma, who has not stopped pestering me!!! But pleased to find another
who shares my Pip in a dress fetish.
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Days went past and each of the sisters was fitted for a dress and Pippin for breaches and a jacket of fine velvet, he forgot the uneasiness he had felt and settled into enjoying himself, he still had his chores to do and his step-sisters still treated him as dirt but for a few hours a day he would stand upon the fitting stool and be fussed over. These hours he treasured.
And all to suddenly the night of the ball was upon them, Pippin had been forced to quickly dress to help his sisters on with there many petite coated dresses, then rouged their cheeks and painted their lips, he stayed behind them as they danced down the stairs for his stepmothers approval, Pervincia in her dress of gold, Pearl her dress of silver and Pimpernel her dress of bronze.
His step-mother touched the banister as he walked down the stairs and when he reached her raised her glove to show him the dust.
"You haven't done all your jobs" she tisked but smiled at him, the smile was distinctly unsettling.
"I can still go?" Pippin asked suddenly fearful, she shook her head smile playful.
"But why not!" Pippin shrieked, all colour draining from his face, in the background he could hear his step-sisters giggling but his eyes where locked with his step-mothers slowly narrowing pair.
"I said you could come if you where part of the family, do you think a servant is part of a family?"
She raised her hand and slapped him away; Pippin stepped backwards and then fled, not wanting to believe he could have been so stupid.
His sister's cruel laughter echoed behind him.
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Pippin listened to the clatter of house hoofs as the carriage trundled out of his homes courtyard; he brushed away the tears from his eyes.
"You wouldn't have liked it" he hissed to himself "the ball would be boring, and fake and…" another tear trickled down his cheek "and completely wonderful"
He burst into tears again and buried his head in his hands, moaning quietly to himself, rocking backwards and forwards.
Slowly he became aware of a hand stroking his back and a melodious voice humming to him, and looking up Pippin found him settled in the lap of a golden headed elf who smiled kindly at him and offered him a handkerchief.
"Dry your eyes child, why ever do you weep so?" the elf asked as Pippin blew his nose and debated whether to hand back the sodden handkerchief.
"I was tricked" he whispered, enjoying the feeling of the elf petting his hair "I wanted so badly to got to the ball and she tricked me"
"Little lad, go to your mothers grave and you will find what you seek"
Pippin looked up at the elf opened mouthed, but there was no elf only a shower of golden stars that vanished the moment Pippin caught sight of them.
Confused and frightened for his sanity Pippin got up and ran to the family plot where his ancestors of old where buried and there on his mothers grave he saw laid out a gown of red and green, a gown that had been hers that when his father still loved him had been kept in the wardrobe but when his new mother had moved in had been confined to the attic.
He gazed at it wondering what on earth he was to do with a dress but the he heard foot steps behind him and on turning found again the elf watching him.
"Is this some kind of wicked joke?" Pippin demanded feeling more than a little hurt, what the cruel elf thought he was doing to tease Pippin in such a way.
The elf sighed and reached out to stroke Pippin's hair but the lad recoiled, and the elf's smile turned sad.
"I understand you are unhappy but Peregrin, I and this are your mothers blessing for you"
"Stop it!" Pippin cried holding his hands over his ears "stop it!"
The elf grabbed Pippin's hands and forced them down, pining the lads arms to his sides.
"You must listen to me, you name is Legolas and I am your guardian, upon her death your mother wished for me to watch you and help you when you most needed it, and your need is most now"
Pippin shook his head "my need was most years ago when my father died, why did you not come then?"
"You did not love then"
"I do not love now" Pippin said but he knew it to be a lie, the only reason he had wanted to go to the ball was to see the King's son again.
"Perhaps…." He said slowly "I do love…..but how will the dress help me?"
Legolas leaned closer to him "do you think the king will let his son dance with another lad?"
Pippin flushed but shook his head and helped Legolas to shed him of his own clothes and put on his mothers dress, he looked like her and it brought more tears to his eyes.
"What must mama think of me? In a gown going to dance with another lad?" he shook his head and pulled angrily at the dress trying to pull it from his body "this was a foolish idea"
Legolas caught his hands and held them tightly again "your mother wanted you happy, she cares not what form that happiness comes in"
Pippin nodded but then another thought crossed his mind "how on earth will I reach the ball, it must be half way through by now!"
But as he spoke the hazel tree that grow between his parents grave opened and from it came a coach all made of copper with four milk-white horses, with coachman and footmen all complete.
"Oh!" Pippin gasped and for the first time a happy smile graced his face, he embraced Legolas "oh thank you! Thank you!"
The elf smiled and took from his pocket a box, he flicked the claps and offered the box to the young hobbit who lifted the lid and found inside a pair of gloves made of dried rose petals.
"These are a gift" said the elf as Pippin carefully put them on, marvelling at the softness against his skin.
"Oh this is wonderful!" Pippin reached up and kissed Legolas on the cheek, then turned from him to climb into the carriage, the elf caught his arm one more time.
"Be home again by midnight child" he warned.
"I will be" Pippin promised and climbed inside the carriage, as it sped away he lent out the window to wave to the elf but no-one was there.
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Merry sighed and glanced to his father who was leaning forward in his chair evidently enjoying the young lasses parading up and down before them.
Merry had no heart for lasses though he agreed many of them where beautiful, his heart was still with that lad at the well, along with his lust, if he could have possibly found one of the lasses arousing things would have been alright but not while the lad haunted his dreams.
The soft music that had been playing in the background suddenly stopped abruptly and their was a quite gasp from somewhere.
Merry looked up and was startled by what he saw, the most beautiful lass was standing in the middle of his ballroom, her hands clasped together looking about as if she was seeking someone.
All thoughts of the lad forgotten Merry practically leapt from his seat to be the first to kiss this new ladies hand.
He bowed to her, smiling graciously and then took her gloved hand and kissed it "my lady"
"My lord" she bowed and he noticed the voice did not quite fit a lady; he lent closer and put his arms about the lasses waist.
Her hips where thin, and when he pressed against her to dance she had no bosom to speak of, Merry lent to kiss the back of 'her' neck and whispered
"You are not as you appear, sir"
He felt his dancing partner stiffen in his arms and congratulated himself on guessing right.
"Forgive me my lord, but I had to see you again" the lad whispered, Merry peered at the lads face and realisation dawned on him.
"You're the lad from the well"
Pippin blushed but nodded; Merry embraced him tightly and kissed him.
"I have thought of nothing but you, why are you in a dress? Oh gods I love you" Merry whispered before kissing him again, Pippin giggled and pressed his hands against Merry's chest pushing him away a little.
"I love you as well, and I'm in a dress because your father would not let us dance together if I had come dressed as a lad let alone kiss!"
Merry chuckled softly and kissed him again, they danced together all evening and Pippin was enjoying himself so much he almost forgot Legolas's warning, but as the clock began to toll he suddenly remembered and pulled away from Merry.
"I have to go"
"Go! Why?" Merry caught a hold of his hand and tried to pull him back but Pippin's hand slipped from the glove and he ran from the ballroom, leaving his prince holding the rose petal glove.
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The coach, its horses and men disappeared the moment it trundled into the courtyard as did Pippin's dress and he found himself back in the clothing he had been in before.
His lips still tingled from Merry's kisses and he raised his hand to his lips and felt the rose petal glove.
"Oh thank you" he whispered to the night.
