Pippin walked slowly down the pathway. As he trudged, he
kicked a stone along. What on Middle earth was he to do? He
was torn, so utterly torn. Who was he to choose?
It all started upon the day before his 29th birthday.
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"Oh, come now Pippin, you can't walk in this condition," Diamond stammered, half-drunken herself. "Of cour-" he paused and took in a quick and much- needed breath, "se I can." He staggered about for some time before he finally reached the door of the Hardbottle's home. The only daughter of the family, Diamond, watched carefully as her fellow Hobbit struggled with the knob on the door when finally she pushed his hand back and opened the door for him. He'd been celebrating his birthday early with the boys: Liam, Mardo and Haff Hardbottle, and managed to out-drink the whole family. (With the exception of Diamond, the younger sister of the Hardbottle trio.) Diamond looked behind her and there she spied a room full of drunken Hobbits, passed out with too much ale in their bellies and not enough brains in their heads. Her brothers made a good part of the lot. Pippin, being only twenty-eight, decided with what wits he still had, that he would be scolded if he didn't return to the Smials before morning.
Pippin wandered through the door while Diamond was still turned about, and began down the path to his home.
"Pippin! Wait!" Diamond shouted, and the noise made Pippin's shoulders cringe, for, his mind was floating and his senses were daft. As he moved to turn and shout with raised fist, he fell to his knees and then face down in dirt.
"Oh! Oh no. this won't do at all." Diamond pouted as she looked about. Her parents were visiting at Brandyhall, but how would it be to have the Thain's son passed out from drunkenness on your front yard if a neighbor stopped by? Not well. She began to drag Pippin to the barn. If he awoke, at least he wouldn't disturb her sleep or the others that lay about inside. He was lighter than she expected.
As she took in one last deep breath, she heaved him onto a pile of straw and plopped down next to him. She laid back quietly on the hay near him. She was a bit woozy herself. She glanced over at Pippin, but soon began to stare. What a lovely Hobbit he was. She'd admired him for some time, but he was most often in the company of Meriadoc Brandybuck. She didn't mind so much, but they did act rather peculiar around one another. It was none of her never mind. At least he had a dear friend. She envied Pippin for that. She was utterly lonely, and her father was leery of suitors. As her thoughts wandered, she began to fall into a light, ale-induced sleep.
Pippin woke suddenly, and stirred. He looked around himself and noticed the sleeping Hobbit lass that lay near by. Such a sight, Diamond was. Her hair match Pippin's with it's shine and cinnamon color, and her cheeks were fair on either side of her child-like nose. Her tired eyelids and thick lashes were covering her bright green eyes, but he couldn't forget or deny their sparkle.
Without a though in his head, Pippin leaned down to the sleeping lass and planted a very light kiss on her lips. Her lashes fluttered and her eyes opened slowly. "Pippin?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-" he started.
"No, no," Diamond said with a smile, "that was fine, I, I liked it." Her tone was promising, and rather inviting.
He couldn't resist. He stole another as she lay there with her hair sprayed out behind her like a halo, and then he stole one more. He sighed against her cheek and she blushed slightly at the feeling of his breath so close to her lips.
"Pippin, I don't mind it, I rather like it," she explained.
He chuckled a bit, then, "You're so lovely, Diamond, how've I managed to avoid you?" he asked.
She leaned up and kissed Pippin full on the lips, taking in the taste of him. Ale and strawberries - their dessert. How lovely.
Pippin returned the kiss, not moving his mouth from hers, and placed his hand behind her neck to support her frail frame.
Soon, she had worked up enough nerve to slide her tongue across his lower lip, causing him to let out a soft moan. As they went on, Pippin felt an all too familiar feeling in his breeches, and they began to become tight across his hips. Diamond too noticed this change, and her hips rose to welcome it. Pippin gasped when he realized what he was doing.
"Is something the matter?" Diamond asked, concern filling her voice.
"No. well, no." Pippin assured, moving his hand to caress her red, silken curls. She smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Well then, I suppose you won't mind this?" her hand traveled downward in between their hips and grasped the ever- growing mound in his breeches.
Pippin gasped once again, but this time, her actions set his passion ablaze. "No, not at all, Diamond my dear," he said as he descended to her mouth once again. As their clothes were shed, the two Hobbits worked in a frenzy to touch as much of each other as they could, to taste, to take in, to smell and caress each other. They explored, and they teased and at last as Pippin pulled himself out of Diamond, they buckled with pleasure.
It all started upon the day before his 29th birthday.
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"Oh, come now Pippin, you can't walk in this condition," Diamond stammered, half-drunken herself. "Of cour-" he paused and took in a quick and much- needed breath, "se I can." He staggered about for some time before he finally reached the door of the Hardbottle's home. The only daughter of the family, Diamond, watched carefully as her fellow Hobbit struggled with the knob on the door when finally she pushed his hand back and opened the door for him. He'd been celebrating his birthday early with the boys: Liam, Mardo and Haff Hardbottle, and managed to out-drink the whole family. (With the exception of Diamond, the younger sister of the Hardbottle trio.) Diamond looked behind her and there she spied a room full of drunken Hobbits, passed out with too much ale in their bellies and not enough brains in their heads. Her brothers made a good part of the lot. Pippin, being only twenty-eight, decided with what wits he still had, that he would be scolded if he didn't return to the Smials before morning.
Pippin wandered through the door while Diamond was still turned about, and began down the path to his home.
"Pippin! Wait!" Diamond shouted, and the noise made Pippin's shoulders cringe, for, his mind was floating and his senses were daft. As he moved to turn and shout with raised fist, he fell to his knees and then face down in dirt.
"Oh! Oh no. this won't do at all." Diamond pouted as she looked about. Her parents were visiting at Brandyhall, but how would it be to have the Thain's son passed out from drunkenness on your front yard if a neighbor stopped by? Not well. She began to drag Pippin to the barn. If he awoke, at least he wouldn't disturb her sleep or the others that lay about inside. He was lighter than she expected.
As she took in one last deep breath, she heaved him onto a pile of straw and plopped down next to him. She laid back quietly on the hay near him. She was a bit woozy herself. She glanced over at Pippin, but soon began to stare. What a lovely Hobbit he was. She'd admired him for some time, but he was most often in the company of Meriadoc Brandybuck. She didn't mind so much, but they did act rather peculiar around one another. It was none of her never mind. At least he had a dear friend. She envied Pippin for that. She was utterly lonely, and her father was leery of suitors. As her thoughts wandered, she began to fall into a light, ale-induced sleep.
Pippin woke suddenly, and stirred. He looked around himself and noticed the sleeping Hobbit lass that lay near by. Such a sight, Diamond was. Her hair match Pippin's with it's shine and cinnamon color, and her cheeks were fair on either side of her child-like nose. Her tired eyelids and thick lashes were covering her bright green eyes, but he couldn't forget or deny their sparkle.
Without a though in his head, Pippin leaned down to the sleeping lass and planted a very light kiss on her lips. Her lashes fluttered and her eyes opened slowly. "Pippin?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-" he started.
"No, no," Diamond said with a smile, "that was fine, I, I liked it." Her tone was promising, and rather inviting.
He couldn't resist. He stole another as she lay there with her hair sprayed out behind her like a halo, and then he stole one more. He sighed against her cheek and she blushed slightly at the feeling of his breath so close to her lips.
"Pippin, I don't mind it, I rather like it," she explained.
He chuckled a bit, then, "You're so lovely, Diamond, how've I managed to avoid you?" he asked.
She leaned up and kissed Pippin full on the lips, taking in the taste of him. Ale and strawberries - their dessert. How lovely.
Pippin returned the kiss, not moving his mouth from hers, and placed his hand behind her neck to support her frail frame.
Soon, she had worked up enough nerve to slide her tongue across his lower lip, causing him to let out a soft moan. As they went on, Pippin felt an all too familiar feeling in his breeches, and they began to become tight across his hips. Diamond too noticed this change, and her hips rose to welcome it. Pippin gasped when he realized what he was doing.
"Is something the matter?" Diamond asked, concern filling her voice.
"No. well, no." Pippin assured, moving his hand to caress her red, silken curls. She smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Well then, I suppose you won't mind this?" her hand traveled downward in between their hips and grasped the ever- growing mound in his breeches.
Pippin gasped once again, but this time, her actions set his passion ablaze. "No, not at all, Diamond my dear," he said as he descended to her mouth once again. As their clothes were shed, the two Hobbits worked in a frenzy to touch as much of each other as they could, to taste, to take in, to smell and caress each other. They explored, and they teased and at last as Pippin pulled himself out of Diamond, they buckled with pleasure.
