"Confessions" by A.K.A (Pooki Ze Great)
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: "He looked around in awe, mouth agape, and most likely wondering why I was showing him this." -Meriadoc Brandybuck, 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: If I owned LotR, I would have my own freaking computer and a connection other than dialup, and a DVD player in my room so I could be upstairs watching it and talking to my friends as I type on my bed, instead of being downstairs in this disturbingly bright room, wondering if I'll actually be able to post this by noon.
Rating: PG 13?
Chapter: 6/?
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: Well you know what? I can't think of anything in this chapter particularly perplexing which I need to explain just yet, so instead I thought I would say that this morning I washed my hair, and it smells yummy and is squeaky-clean now. Except my cat Harry fell into the tub while trying to get a drink, so I feel quite sorry for him now. And PLUS I had to restart my stupid computer TWICE already this morning, so if this gets posted late. not my fault.
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"*P--M* Remember when there was nothing else to do but lie in bed and wonder how it was always up to you, and no one else?" -Sum 41, 'Heart Attack'
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The look on his face was amazing.
Dazed lads are so wonderful to behold.
I led him back down the halls and a mite past my bedchamber to the next entrance down, pushing open an intricately carved door to reveal a bright room in light shades of green, blue and cream. In the middle of it all was a gorgeously large circular bed, white with mountains of soft pillows, thick quilts and silk sheets, protected by sheer white curtains... All white, pure, and glowing with unspoilt beauty, for a boy who seemed at times so pure, and was certainly lovely.
He looked around in awe, mouth agape, and most likely wondering why I was showing him this.
"This is yours," I said, unblinking, not wanting to miss a moment of his being.
His mouth dropped even wider, his eyes gigantic green orbs pulling me in, his expression one of joy, despair, dependence, rebellion, mistrust, and love all at once, clashing and mingling into the cacophony that is... him.
"What is your name, dear boy," I said, softly taking his chin in my fingers and tilting it so he faced me.
"P-Peregrin Took," he stuttered, adorably stumbling and crashing over the words. "But some call me Pippin."
"Pippin... Pip... My dear, lovely Pip..." I pulled his face closer to mine, closing my eyes and readily anticipating the feel of his lips upon mine, when suddenly:
"MERIADOC!" The shriek rattled through the house, reverberating through my ears, my bones, my essence as I heard her slam the door behind her as she stormed into the house.
Estella had returned.
-MB, January 6th 1419
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: "He looked around in awe, mouth agape, and most likely wondering why I was showing him this." -Meriadoc Brandybuck, 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: If I owned LotR, I would have my own freaking computer and a connection other than dialup, and a DVD player in my room so I could be upstairs watching it and talking to my friends as I type on my bed, instead of being downstairs in this disturbingly bright room, wondering if I'll actually be able to post this by noon.
Rating: PG 13?
Chapter: 6/?
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: Well you know what? I can't think of anything in this chapter particularly perplexing which I need to explain just yet, so instead I thought I would say that this morning I washed my hair, and it smells yummy and is squeaky-clean now. Except my cat Harry fell into the tub while trying to get a drink, so I feel quite sorry for him now. And PLUS I had to restart my stupid computer TWICE already this morning, so if this gets posted late. not my fault.
*********
"*P--M* Remember when there was nothing else to do but lie in bed and wonder how it was always up to you, and no one else?" -Sum 41, 'Heart Attack'
**********
The look on his face was amazing.
Dazed lads are so wonderful to behold.
I led him back down the halls and a mite past my bedchamber to the next entrance down, pushing open an intricately carved door to reveal a bright room in light shades of green, blue and cream. In the middle of it all was a gorgeously large circular bed, white with mountains of soft pillows, thick quilts and silk sheets, protected by sheer white curtains... All white, pure, and glowing with unspoilt beauty, for a boy who seemed at times so pure, and was certainly lovely.
He looked around in awe, mouth agape, and most likely wondering why I was showing him this.
"This is yours," I said, unblinking, not wanting to miss a moment of his being.
His mouth dropped even wider, his eyes gigantic green orbs pulling me in, his expression one of joy, despair, dependence, rebellion, mistrust, and love all at once, clashing and mingling into the cacophony that is... him.
"What is your name, dear boy," I said, softly taking his chin in my fingers and tilting it so he faced me.
"P-Peregrin Took," he stuttered, adorably stumbling and crashing over the words. "But some call me Pippin."
"Pippin... Pip... My dear, lovely Pip..." I pulled his face closer to mine, closing my eyes and readily anticipating the feel of his lips upon mine, when suddenly:
"MERIADOC!" The shriek rattled through the house, reverberating through my ears, my bones, my essence as I heard her slam the door behind her as she stormed into the house.
Estella had returned.
-MB, January 6th 1419
