"Confessions" by A.K.A (Pooki Ze Great)
Frodo's slutty

Merry's crazy Estella's bleeding

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.

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Summary: "(Merry slammed) my face violently down onto a nearby dresser, splitting my lip, and blackening my eye, and when he pulled me up by my hair I felt a river of blood streaming from my nose." -Estella Bolger, January 6th 1419

Warning: This is slash. Men having sex. Homophobe? Then go away.

Archiving: Ask first

Disclaimer: I do not own LotR. I have run out of funny ways to say it. *tear*

Rating: Hmm, this is pretty violent, but I'm sticking with guessing PG-13, considering the movies that are PG-13 nowadays.

Chapter: 8/?

Pairing: Mainly Merry/Pippin, some Merry/Frodo, Merry/Estella, and Merry/various other people scattered about.

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: This chapter's quote is long, I know. Um, the quote is basically about Merry and Estella's relationship, and it's from her point of view. Some people were getting to hate Estella too much, but I'm not making Estella evil in this dammit, she's abused. So I figured I should do a chap from her P.O.V, perhaps you guys will be slightly more sympathetic now? I hope so. And by the way, a bit of a basis for Estella's character in this, if you've ever seen Divine Secrets Of The YaYa Sisterhood, Vivi's mom is sort of, but um yeah, Estella has some really good reasons.

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"Fly off the handle once again & now it's too late. I hear the door slam shut you're gone and now it's so late. I can still feel the sting of your hand across my face. Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you. Still I'm sitting alone again. I feel I'm writing the same thing again. And if I want to I can just shut up. Now I know that I've got nothing to prove to you. And still I'm fighting 'cos there's something to prove too. I hear your car drive in the lot it's three this morning. I don't know how to feel or what to say how should I act? Where have you been what could I do you're drunk I'm sorry. Then we lay down I feel so numb, I wish you'd kill me." -Goldfinger, 'Nothing To Prove'

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I had been over visiting with Peony, Fatty's latest conquest, when a knock on the door interrupted our tea.

Peony excused herself to answer it and when she returned she had with her none other then Frodo Baggins, resident whore.

I know I really shouldn't say such things, but it is in fact the depressing truth.

Any hobbit, boy or girl, who looks into those eyes and decides they want a bit of a treat need only say they love him and run off an inane list of sweet nothings into his ears and he'll gladly jump in bed with them, causing those who truly love him to only get hurt.

He looked me over, cruel eyes gazing through my dress it felt, and I have no doubt that what he said next was solely for his own benefit, I'll never trust him again after... No, no I won't write it- if I don't write it it didn't happen...

"Mrs. Estella," he says to me, unholy lips which have caressed the body of half the Shire forming the words with a condescending mock-respect, "Merry has gotten himself a new toy."

I cared not whether it was for his benefit or mine, that was all I needed to hear.

I quickly dismissed myself from Peony, begging forgiveness for leaving early, and got into the carriage, riding home with bitter thoughts of all Meriadoc's other "toys" running through my head while Frodo sat beside me, glowing with a sickening self-satisfaction.

Myrtle and Minto Burrows, brother-sister twins with deep scarlet hair and crystal sparkling midnight blue eyes, that must have been the ones five years ago... The year afterwards was that spoilt Mirabella brat, all with light blonde hair like threads of snow glimmering in winter sunlight and emerald green eyes surrounded by unnaturally long, thick eyelashes. After that he behaved relatively well for almost a year, and then he started spending "quality time" with Mr. Baggins... And until last month he had a dark-haired, olive-skinned man servant, not even a tween, and he never spoke a word to either of his other than in his own tongue, and to this day I have no idea what his name was, and even if Merry knew at one point he has probably forgotten already.

I sat there in the darkened carriage, angry thoughts poisoning each breath I took, until finally a few rough jolts and a sudden cease of movement told me we were home.

I bunched up my skirts in my hands, pushing the carriage door open and stepping out as quickly as I could, storming through the gate and to the doorway, Frodo right behind me.

I turned the corner, rushing down the hall and catching sight of Meriadoc pulling away from a slim lad barely taller than I.

I grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around to face me, catching sight of sparkling bright green eyes before slapping him for what he had surely already done with my husband and grinning at the bright red imprint on his cheek before Meriadoc made his move.

He grabbed my arm and twisted me around, painfully popping my shoulder and digging his fingers into the soft underside of my wrist before slamming my face violently down onto a nearby dresser, splitting my lip and blackening my eye, and when he pulled me back up by my hair I felt a river of blood streaming from my nose.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU WORTHLESS LEECH OF A WOMAN," he screamed into my face before dropping me to the floor nd going to comfort his little slut.

Seeing I was defeated once again the fire drained out of me and I let myself be helped up by the Cotton girl, who must have come at all the noise, and taken to be cleaned up.

I lay here on mine and Meriadoc's bed, wondering what he's doing with the boy, and asking myself where I went wrong.

Oh why Merry, my dear Merry, why do you treat me so when all I ever wanted was to be permitted to love you and have you love me in return?

I thought he loved me. He told me so many times each day and night before we were wed how he loved me, and thought me the most beautiful creature to walk the earth...

But the moment he discovered I was to have a child, the very second, it all stopped.

He didn't even cry when I lost the child.

Didn't even blink.

-EB, January 6th 1419