Warning: graphic imagery, fic rated R for a reason

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Meanwhile the steward feasted alone in the great hall, Pippin standing silently at his side. He watched him eat in disgust. How could he after sending out his son to face impossible odds and a sure death? Unnerved by the hobbit's silence, Denethor queried, "Can you sing?"

"Yes, well, well enough among my own people, but we have no songs for great halls."

"What else can you do?" the steward asked, his voice thick. Pippin suddenly realized that were alone. Frightened and hoping he had misunderstood his meaning, he asked timidly, "milord?" With strength the hobbit never suspected the old man possessed, he pulled Pippin to him. Pippin could feel his warm breath on his face. "You swore to serve me"

Horrified Pippin replied, "In battle, milord!"

"But, I do not ask you to serve me in battle. I wish you like this." Binding Pippin's hands behind his back with his belt, Denethor said mockingly, "will you be quiet or will you require a gag was well?" He held Pippin so that he was behind him, and he gazed at the hobbit in front of him.

"Dressed, this won't do at all", the steward whispered softly. Pippin said nothing as rough hands tore at his clothing; a single tear ran down his cheek.

Faramir gritted his teeth in pain as an arrow pierced his side. Bright red blood flowed freely from the wound and pain blossomed in ever increasing waves through him. Sword still raised high, he screamed the war cry of Gondor. He hardly felt the second arrow hit. He saw his father's leering face, Pippin's eyes as blank and jaded. All the bright hope and innocence stripped from them. He smiled as the third arrow fell, his fearful visions fading as the world turned black.

Pippin stood head bowed before the steward.

"I'm not that fond of boys, you know." he said. Shocked Pippin looked up.

"When then?' he said in a chocked voice.

"You don't know?" the Denethor. "To hurt him, to hurt Faramir. He had done nothing but eye you since you arrived. He fancies boys. He'll never admit it but I can see it in his damned eyes. My son a sodomite! Oh you wouldn't know it but it there, I can see I know. He loves you little one, and I would take his heart and break it. You have given me the means to do it, Halfling. Even if he lives, when he finds out of this he will never forgive himself for leaving you here." Pippin knew this was true. Pain of the body is nothing to pain of the spirit.

The steward grasped his neck even more tightly from behind. Pippin did not even have time to tense as he entered him suddenly. Against his will he screamed out in blinding pain. He had been with men before, but never like this, never pain like this. He would not scream again. He would not give Denethor that satisfaction. He reveled in it, Pippin knew. He could not help crying out though as the steward thrust himself into him again and again, spending himself inside him. Finally it ended. Pippin wished he could die.

Author notes: graphic and horrible I know! Poor Pippin!!! Sorry but it was necessary to the plot! Will update soon.