"Confessions" by A.K.A (Pooki Ze Great)
Illustrations: I currently have one illustration for this, drawn by the very talented, very funny, and rather insane Emma, and you can find it at . Join. Why? Because you want to, as it is fun, and the people are insane there. But in a nice way. Not in that whole scary "Hello I am a hairy man named Phil, I live in my mother's basement and rape young children" way, more in a "Hee hee hee, gay incest hobbit porn, woot woot!" way. Yes.
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: "His eyes, normally so hard to read were suddenly projecting two simple emotions plain to see: dread... and fear. Fear for himself... or for me, I still do not know." -Peregrin Took, January 6th 1419
Warning: This is slash. Men having sex. Homophobe? Then go away.
Archiving: Um... I have no idea what that is...
Disclaimer: To own LotR, gee wouldn't that be grand. Unfourtunately I don't, so read my story and say you like it, cos that will slightly make up for my not-owning LotR.
Rating: PG 13?
Chapter: 7/?
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: For this chapter's quote, it's not so much what the lyrics are as the sort of happy-go-lucky, in ecstasy feeling M&P are going through right now. And uhhh yeah. Thanks for reviewing. Keep reviewing and I'll write a new chapter for tomorrow. well I probably will anyways but that isn't the point. Grawr. AND you guys, I have come up with an idea! For those who like happy endings, and can't stand character death, as your point of view has recently been brought to my attention, for the very last chapter, whichever chapter that may be, I'm going to do a happy ending, and a sad ending. So if you can't stand character death and sad endings, then you can read this anyways, because I'll be ending it insanely happy, and then I'll have an insanely tragic ending as well, so read whichever you want (or both!) So have fun guys, you can read it without fear of a tragic ending.
A/N2: I'm ripping off Emma for this chapter, I promise I will never do it again unless she says I can, but I just had to do it for this chapter, because I'm really obsessed with two words right now and I had to use them, okay? Merry is smitten Pippin is enamoured And Estella? Estella is pissed.
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"I met her Sunday, that was yesterday. The girl I knew from 1990. Her eyes are hazel, her name is Mable. I kissed her once and now I'm able to walk the mile, crack a smile." -Goldfinger, 'Mable'
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... My mind was racing and yet frozen, both at once.
Why was he doing this? What was his purpose? Could I love him- no no no, I knew that, of course I could love him but... could I trust him? So many thoughts, questions, and exclamations coming together in the puddle of my mind.
It's so strange. I've never been so confused in my life. It's all so strange.
Only yesterday I was living in the uppermost beams of an abandoned barn, sleeping on the rotting hay with the few possessions too dear to me to part with in exchange for food, and suddenly I was offered the chance to live in a beautiful large room at no cost... and he was moving to kiss me.
All of a sudden he abruptly dropped his hold of my face and pulled away jerkily, a second before our lips touched. I looked at his face and saw his skin pale as the other hobbit's face yesterday, his expression drained, and his eyes, normally so hard to read were suddenly projecting two simple emotions plain to see: dread... and fear. Fear for himself... or for me, I still do not know.
Suddenly the rest of my senses came rushing back just in time for me to hear rushed footsteps, enraged screaming, a firm hand digging claws into my shoulder and spinning me around to see a hobbit lass more angry then I had ever beheld someone previously in my life.
I managed to take in the fact that she was just barely shorter than me before I felt the white-hot pain of her palm engrave itself on my cheek, sending fireworks through my mind and knocking me against the wall.
-PT, January 6th 1419
Illustrations: I currently have one illustration for this, drawn by the very talented, very funny, and rather insane Emma, and you can find it at . Join. Why? Because you want to, as it is fun, and the people are insane there. But in a nice way. Not in that whole scary "Hello I am a hairy man named Phil, I live in my mother's basement and rape young children" way, more in a "Hee hee hee, gay incest hobbit porn, woot woot!" way. Yes.
Email: obsessive_creature@hotmail.com
Summary: "His eyes, normally so hard to read were suddenly projecting two simple emotions plain to see: dread... and fear. Fear for himself... or for me, I still do not know." -Peregrin Took, January 6th 1419
Warning: This is slash. Men having sex. Homophobe? Then go away.
Archiving: Um... I have no idea what that is...
Disclaimer: To own LotR, gee wouldn't that be grand. Unfourtunately I don't, so read my story and say you like it, cos that will slightly make up for my not-owning LotR.
Rating: PG 13?
Chapter: 7/?
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: For this chapter's quote, it's not so much what the lyrics are as the sort of happy-go-lucky, in ecstasy feeling M&P are going through right now. And uhhh yeah. Thanks for reviewing. Keep reviewing and I'll write a new chapter for tomorrow. well I probably will anyways but that isn't the point. Grawr. AND you guys, I have come up with an idea! For those who like happy endings, and can't stand character death, as your point of view has recently been brought to my attention, for the very last chapter, whichever chapter that may be, I'm going to do a happy ending, and a sad ending. So if you can't stand character death and sad endings, then you can read this anyways, because I'll be ending it insanely happy, and then I'll have an insanely tragic ending as well, so read whichever you want (or both!) So have fun guys, you can read it without fear of a tragic ending.
A/N2: I'm ripping off Emma for this chapter, I promise I will never do it again unless she says I can, but I just had to do it for this chapter, because I'm really obsessed with two words right now and I had to use them, okay? Merry is smitten Pippin is enamoured And Estella? Estella is pissed.
******
"I met her Sunday, that was yesterday. The girl I knew from 1990. Her eyes are hazel, her name is Mable. I kissed her once and now I'm able to walk the mile, crack a smile." -Goldfinger, 'Mable'
******
... My mind was racing and yet frozen, both at once.
Why was he doing this? What was his purpose? Could I love him- no no no, I knew that, of course I could love him but... could I trust him? So many thoughts, questions, and exclamations coming together in the puddle of my mind.
It's so strange. I've never been so confused in my life. It's all so strange.
Only yesterday I was living in the uppermost beams of an abandoned barn, sleeping on the rotting hay with the few possessions too dear to me to part with in exchange for food, and suddenly I was offered the chance to live in a beautiful large room at no cost... and he was moving to kiss me.
All of a sudden he abruptly dropped his hold of my face and pulled away jerkily, a second before our lips touched. I looked at his face and saw his skin pale as the other hobbit's face yesterday, his expression drained, and his eyes, normally so hard to read were suddenly projecting two simple emotions plain to see: dread... and fear. Fear for himself... or for me, I still do not know.
Suddenly the rest of my senses came rushing back just in time for me to hear rushed footsteps, enraged screaming, a firm hand digging claws into my shoulder and spinning me around to see a hobbit lass more angry then I had ever beheld someone previously in my life.
I managed to take in the fact that she was just barely shorter than me before I felt the white-hot pain of her palm engrave itself on my cheek, sending fireworks through my mind and knocking me against the wall.
-PT, January 6th 1419
