"Confessions" by A.K.A (Pooki Ze Great)
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: M/P Slash "The minute I took in the paleness and confusion on his face I knew: the snake had struck." -Rose Cotton (not as you know her), January 6th, 1419
Warning: Not very cheerful, but hell, ya know you love it... Slash, i.e. guy on guy shit, so uhhh, don't like it, just don't read it. Because if you send me flames, I will set my rabid radioactive hamsters on you. Be afraid... be kind of a little bit teeny weeny afraid...
Archiving: Um... I have no idea what that is...
Disclaimer: I wish I owned LotR... Perhaps then I could use my amazing influence to stop people from blowing other people up, though I doubt it... Oh well in any case, I don't own LotR.
Rating: PG 13?
Chapter: 5/?
Pairing: Merry/Pippin
Feedback: Please yes, I save it all and print it off and then feel like slightly less of a loser.
Category: Romance/angst/tragedy
A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Thank you for talking to me. And thank you for not suing me or murdering me... so far. The quote is about Rosie and Frodo. I know it doesn't make sense at the moment, but I have an extremely complicated storylien in my head and it's gonna take a while to come out. Be patient.
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"*R*I want for you to hold me like your boyfriend does... ... I want to be the object of your passions but I know it's hopeless." -t.A.T.u, 'Malchik Gay'
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I was washing the dishes when I heard footsteps on the wood floor behind me.
I had thought it would be Frodo, perhaps returning to apologise for leaving me at Mr. Merry's request last night, but it was just the boy Mr. Merry had hired the day before.
I couldn't figure out why he had come, but the minute I took in the paleness and confusion on his face I knew: the snake had struck.
"Oh sweetie, what has he done to you hun," I said, rushing over to him, sitting him down and starting some tea; he was sure to need comfort.
"He... he made me dress him... does he do that to everyone?"
I blushed, remembering that was exactly how Frodo had introduced himself to me the first time I had worked for Mr. Merry, although I had given in, and by the looks of it, this boy had a much stronger will than I.
I checked to assure myself that the water was not boiling yet, then went back to face the boy, who was watching my every move intently.
"I say," he whispered, "my eyes feel as though they have rested on you before yesterday."
I blinked, not telling him that I had felt the same way, an unspoken connection with him somehow. I shook my head a replied. "we must have seen each other somewhere around the Shire I suppose."
"Yes," he said softly, "I suppose we must."
"Well in any case," I said, brightening my tone and bringing the kettle over to him, pouring a mug of fragrant black-current tea for him. "If that's all he's done to you on your first day so far, I'd say you've gotten off easy."
"But that wasn't all! Afterwards he bade me to run him a bath, then had my UNDRESS him, and then he INVITED me to bathe with him!"
My mouth dropped open, not out of shock from his story (I still say he was lucky), but because Mr. Merry was standing in the doorway, leaning to one side with a smirk on his face, and I've worried since how much he had heard.
He had a deep forest green robe on, done up loosely so the upper half of his body was still quite exposed.
"And I saw with my own eyes that you seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit."
The boy whipped around in his seat, staring at Mr. Merry and looking as shocked as I had felt.
He stuttered pathetically, fearing I suppose that Mr. Merry would fire him on the spot (though he seems to be enjoying himself to much to do that just yet), until Mr. Merry spoke again.
"And now I've got another surprise for you my lad." He turned away and motioned for the boy to follow him, which he did as a young puppy follows its mother. I do so hope I don't follow Frodo about like that...
Who am I trying to fool? Of course I do... other than in legal rights Frodo owns me... My heart, my mind, my soul...
I regret to say that once again I forgot to ask the boy's name.
And now I sit here, wondering, worrying, and waiting for Mrs. Estella's return... there will be fireworks between the couple, and they will not be pleasant ones at that.
-RC, January 6th 1419
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: M/P Slash "The minute I took in the paleness and confusion on his face I knew: the snake had struck." -Rose Cotton (not as you know her), January 6th, 1419
Warning: Not very cheerful, but hell, ya know you love it... Slash, i.e. guy on guy shit, so uhhh, don't like it, just don't read it. Because if you send me flames, I will set my rabid radioactive hamsters on you. Be afraid... be kind of a little bit teeny weeny afraid...
Archiving: Um... I have no idea what that is...
Disclaimer: I wish I owned LotR... Perhaps then I could use my amazing influence to stop people from blowing other people up, though I doubt it... Oh well in any case, I don't own LotR.
Rating: PG 13?
Chapter: 5/?
Pairing: Merry/Pippin
Feedback: Please yes, I save it all and print it off and then feel like slightly less of a loser.
Category: Romance/angst/tragedy
A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Thank you for talking to me. And thank you for not suing me or murdering me... so far. The quote is about Rosie and Frodo. I know it doesn't make sense at the moment, but I have an extremely complicated storylien in my head and it's gonna take a while to come out. Be patient.
~~~~~~~~~~
"*R*I want for you to hold me like your boyfriend does... ... I want to be the object of your passions but I know it's hopeless." -t.A.T.u, 'Malchik Gay'
~~~~~~~~~~~
I was washing the dishes when I heard footsteps on the wood floor behind me.
I had thought it would be Frodo, perhaps returning to apologise for leaving me at Mr. Merry's request last night, but it was just the boy Mr. Merry had hired the day before.
I couldn't figure out why he had come, but the minute I took in the paleness and confusion on his face I knew: the snake had struck.
"Oh sweetie, what has he done to you hun," I said, rushing over to him, sitting him down and starting some tea; he was sure to need comfort.
"He... he made me dress him... does he do that to everyone?"
I blushed, remembering that was exactly how Frodo had introduced himself to me the first time I had worked for Mr. Merry, although I had given in, and by the looks of it, this boy had a much stronger will than I.
I checked to assure myself that the water was not boiling yet, then went back to face the boy, who was watching my every move intently.
"I say," he whispered, "my eyes feel as though they have rested on you before yesterday."
I blinked, not telling him that I had felt the same way, an unspoken connection with him somehow. I shook my head a replied. "we must have seen each other somewhere around the Shire I suppose."
"Yes," he said softly, "I suppose we must."
"Well in any case," I said, brightening my tone and bringing the kettle over to him, pouring a mug of fragrant black-current tea for him. "If that's all he's done to you on your first day so far, I'd say you've gotten off easy."
"But that wasn't all! Afterwards he bade me to run him a bath, then had my UNDRESS him, and then he INVITED me to bathe with him!"
My mouth dropped open, not out of shock from his story (I still say he was lucky), but because Mr. Merry was standing in the doorway, leaning to one side with a smirk on his face, and I've worried since how much he had heard.
He had a deep forest green robe on, done up loosely so the upper half of his body was still quite exposed.
"And I saw with my own eyes that you seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit."
The boy whipped around in his seat, staring at Mr. Merry and looking as shocked as I had felt.
He stuttered pathetically, fearing I suppose that Mr. Merry would fire him on the spot (though he seems to be enjoying himself to much to do that just yet), until Mr. Merry spoke again.
"And now I've got another surprise for you my lad." He turned away and motioned for the boy to follow him, which he did as a young puppy follows its mother. I do so hope I don't follow Frodo about like that...
Who am I trying to fool? Of course I do... other than in legal rights Frodo owns me... My heart, my mind, my soul...
I regret to say that once again I forgot to ask the boy's name.
And now I sit here, wondering, worrying, and waiting for Mrs. Estella's return... there will be fireworks between the couple, and they will not be pleasant ones at that.
-RC, January 6th 1419
