~All the kissing, the touching, the exploring, was not enough preparation when it came. He was shaking, trembling and she could see it. She could see the fear of anticipation lingering in his eyes. She could see (and feel) that he wanted to, but there was hesitation and worry laying in the hazel eyes of the hobbit.
"I've never..." he quietly responded, his voice heavy with embarrassment.
"It's all right Merry," she tried to comfort. "I promise." ~
Several hours later, she woke. For an instant she forgot where she was, but then remembered when she stretched her legs out and the went past the edge of the bed. She got up and wondered down the hallway. She could hear talking from the kitchen, a man and a woman.
Estella's focus was heavily focused on the ground. Merry sat across from her, waiting for a response.
"Stella," he reached out to touch her hand, but she retracted it back. "Please Estella."
"How could you do this to me, Merry?" she demanded. "How could you go and make love to another woman? And...and she's not even a hobbit! A human! How could you...when...when you had me at home?" tears were running down her face.
"Don't think I did this to hurt you," Merry begged.
"Then why did you?"
"I love her,"
"Don't you mean loved?" she empathized the 'ed'.
"No," he solemnly replied.
"I see," she shakily nodded. "I have to go," she pushed away from the table. He didn't follow her, but he heard the door slam, and the chandelier shake. He only picked at the wooden table.
"Merry?" a new timid, female voice entered the kitchen. She sat at the other end of the table. "Was that your fiancée?"
"Yes," he was too quiet. "Did you hear any of that?"
"No," she lied. "If I'm causing trouble, then I can leave-"
"No, you're fine," he touched her hand. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," she glanced at the bread and water sitting on the table. Food was still making her queasy. She held to her stomach.
He watched her. Beneath those nimble, dainty fingers was a baby. She caught his stare. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he quickly replied. "I decided that, uh, that I want to take care of the baby. After it's born,"
A small smiled graced her face. "Thank you Merry. I suppose I shall leave in the morning," he nodded, but his eyes were still fixed. "What is it Merry?"
"Nothing," he forced a quick smile. "Is there anything you need? Food-"
"No thank you,"
"You must keep your strength, you," he paused a moment before continuing. "You have a long journey in front of you in the morning." It broke his heart that she would be gone. "May I see you off?"
"Of course," she weakly beamed.
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"I've never..." he quietly responded, his voice heavy with embarrassment.
"It's all right Merry," she tried to comfort. "I promise." ~
Several hours later, she woke. For an instant she forgot where she was, but then remembered when she stretched her legs out and the went past the edge of the bed. She got up and wondered down the hallway. She could hear talking from the kitchen, a man and a woman.
Estella's focus was heavily focused on the ground. Merry sat across from her, waiting for a response.
"Stella," he reached out to touch her hand, but she retracted it back. "Please Estella."
"How could you do this to me, Merry?" she demanded. "How could you go and make love to another woman? And...and she's not even a hobbit! A human! How could you...when...when you had me at home?" tears were running down her face.
"Don't think I did this to hurt you," Merry begged.
"Then why did you?"
"I love her,"
"Don't you mean loved?" she empathized the 'ed'.
"No," he solemnly replied.
"I see," she shakily nodded. "I have to go," she pushed away from the table. He didn't follow her, but he heard the door slam, and the chandelier shake. He only picked at the wooden table.
"Merry?" a new timid, female voice entered the kitchen. She sat at the other end of the table. "Was that your fiancée?"
"Yes," he was too quiet. "Did you hear any of that?"
"No," she lied. "If I'm causing trouble, then I can leave-"
"No, you're fine," he touched her hand. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," she glanced at the bread and water sitting on the table. Food was still making her queasy. She held to her stomach.
He watched her. Beneath those nimble, dainty fingers was a baby. She caught his stare. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he quickly replied. "I decided that, uh, that I want to take care of the baby. After it's born,"
A small smiled graced her face. "Thank you Merry. I suppose I shall leave in the morning," he nodded, but his eyes were still fixed. "What is it Merry?"
"Nothing," he forced a quick smile. "Is there anything you need? Food-"
"No thank you,"
"You must keep your strength, you," he paused a moment before continuing. "You have a long journey in front of you in the morning." It broke his heart that she would be gone. "May I see you off?"
"Of course," she weakly beamed.
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sorry for the long wait, but there you go. Hope you're enjoying.