Title: The Unsaid
Author: Calenhir - calenhir_of_mirkwood@yahoo.co.nz
Pairing(s): Frodo/Pippin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Pippin desires the unobtainable, but could it now be within his grasp?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hobbits, though I wish I did. Tolkien owns them,
which is probably a good thing *evil grin*




The first light of dawn was creeping slowly over the distant, mist-covered
mountains. I sat alone surrounded by dense forest, a serene lake before me.
The lake shimmered yellow and blue as it gently lapped against the small
pebble-covered shoreline. It offered me no comfort. Staring into the lakes
glassy depths I noticed my reflection starting back at me, sad and exhausted.
For two hours I had been sitting there, throwing rocks into the lake, watching
them bounce along the surface then sink promptly to the bottom, the water
consuming them, just as the heartache I felt, had consumed me. For so long now
I had felt it, a stabbing pain, like a knife in my heart, an overwhelming
longing for that which I could not obtain. Frodo. Of all the hobbit's in the
shire, it was him that I yearned for. It always had been. 

I threw another rock and watched it do its final dance across the water before
falling into the abyss. I stood lazily and made my way to the waters edge,
letting the water swirl around my ankles as I slowly waded through it.
Shivering at how cold it felt against my bare skin, I moved backwards toward
the shore. 

"Is the water cold, Pippin?" The voice startled me. 

It was him. How had he come across this secret little cove, perhaps it wasn't
so secret after all. Turning slowly, I became memorised by Frodo standing
beside the water. My eyes began to glaze over. 

"Yes... it's very cold this morning," I said softly, then added, "Will you
walk with me Frodo?" 

He smiled warmly and nodded as I turned and began walked toward the forest.   

We walked for some time, talking and laughing merrily. Several times I glanced
at Frodo as he talked, watching his face change as he laughed, the gestures he
made with his hands, such simple things that made him the person which I
desired with all my soul. I looked toward the sky. The sun was high, and it
shone down through the trees warming my skin. Before long, we found ourselves
in a clearing. It was beautiful. Small white flowers adored the ground like a
blanket, fragile as they were, they were just asking to be touched and sat on.
I smiled at the thought of rolling through them with Frodo. I was quick to snap
out of it when I realised Frodo was speaking to me. 

"How about we rest here for a while, Pip?" he said, sitting and making himself
comfortable against a tree. 

"Good idea," I agreed as I looked around at the scenery. It was truly
breathtaking. 

I sat next to Frodo who was humming softly, his head resting against the tree
trunk, eyes closed; peaceful. Smiling to myself I stared toward the dense mass
of trees before me. The forest seemed endless, although I knew well enough
home was waiting just around the corner. My mind began to wander, visions of
being lost and alone had haunted me lately, but having Frodo beside me seemed
to ease my fears. I smiled again, and rested my own head against the tree.
Frodo stirred beside me and I thought nothing of it, until he lent close and
gently placed his lips over mine. The world spun. His lips lingered there for
a while, then he moved back and looked into my eyes. He said nothing. We both
just looked into one another's eyes for a moment. I hadn't kissed him back, I
was too shocked. Perhaps he thought he'd done the wrong thing? A wave of regret
hit me. Do something Pippin, don't just sit there! 

"Frodo..." was all I could think of. My throat was all of a sudden dry, my mind
was a blank. 

"I saw the way you were looking at me before Pippin, while we were walking, and
I thought..." He sat back against the tree. "Perhaps I was wrong..." 

Was this happening? Looking at him I knew all too well he realised it wasn't a
mistake. I hadn't exactly resisted the kiss. 

I reached out and touched him, tenderly running my finger down his jaw line.
Frodo closed his eyes, his breathing quickening slightly. On withdrawing my hand
his eyes flickered open, clear blue oceans which grabbed me, pulled me under,
refused to let me go. I leaned forward and kissed him. Soft, moist lips awaited
me. Frodo placed his hands behind my head, his fingers playing with my hair,
curling it round his fingers lovingly. 

Causelessly his lips parted, inviting me inside. My tongue explored his mouth,
savouring the sensations, and storing them in my mind. He tasted delicious, just
as I had imagined he would. Touching his body, I slowly ran my hands over his
chest, along his sides, through his hair . . . I pulled away slowly, my breathing
heavy, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. Frodo's eyes were closed again.
It was as if he was too scared to open them, scared, like me, that it could all
be a dream. I gently pushed him backwards onto the ground, kissing him deeply as
I did. He smelt amazingly sweet, like summer days in the Shire. His scent was
intoxicating. I never wanted this to end. Finding his earlobe, I teased and sucked
on it ever so gently, making him moan slightly. His fingers caressed my back as I
moved toward his neck, biting and licking the tender skin, leaving my mark. His
erection pressed hard against mine and I let out a small, stifled groan of my own. 

"Oh Frodo..." I whispered under my breath.

I moved slowly back toward his mouth, letting my breath caress the perfect skin
on his cheek, making him shiver slightly. I found his mouth and this time he
pushed passionately against me, grabbing the back of my head, holding me there.
I lost all track of time, and he soon pulled away, taking in a deep breath and
sighing contentedly. Our lips brushed together, creating a dizzying feeling of
desire in me. It felt so right. 

Frodo began to unbutton my shirt, his eyes still fixed on mine, staring at me so
intensely. I felt as though I might melt in his arms right at that moment. As he
slid the shirt off my shoulders, he replaced it with small kisses which made my
skin tingle. My shirt soon fell into a pile on the ground beside us. Looking into
the blue abyss of his eyes, I was forced to ask myself: why had I waited so long
for this? Unbuttoning his shirt I pulled it open, revealing the smoothness of his
chest beneath. I bent down and kissed and licked from his belly button to his
right nipple. Circling it with my tongue, I teased the hardening nipple. I heard
him let out another deep sigh. I glanced up. Frodo had thrown his head backwards,
his eyes were shut and he was breathing even more heavily than before. I grinned.
He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me into a wet, clumsy kiss. He moaned into my
mouth as his hands began to roam all over my body. It seemed impossible for him
to be able to touch me in so many places at once, it was wondrous. His lips found
my neck and began to suck and nip seductively, while his hands touched every inch
of my being. I couldn't handle it anymore. I reached down toward his waist and
began unfastening his pants. Frodo giggled and I gazed down at him. He smirked
and put his head back down still giggling to himself. I slowly took off his pants,
feeling his body grow tense under my touch. While kissing his belly button I ran
my hands along the outside of his thighs, he giggled again and writhed somewhat. 

"Pip, that tickles." Taking my hands away, I placed them on either side of his
legs to steady myself. "But don't stop," he added. 

Laughing, I shuffled backwards slightly. Using my tongue I traced a path up the
inside of his thigh, stopping at his erection, licking it teasingly. His moaning
grew louder, making my own hardness ache with need for him. This was torment.
Frodo's hand reached down and grabbed mine, he squeezed hard. Without warning,
he pulled me upwards to his mouth, and kissed me hard and deep, biting my lip as
he did. In this sudden spark of violent passion he pushed me onto my back and
began unfastening my pants with an erotic urgency I'd not seen in him before.
Lying half naked beneath him, I could feel the weight of his body press against
mine. It felt exquisite. 

My breeches soon joined the rest of our clothes in a pile on the ground.

Frodo trembled above me as he buried his face firmly between my neck and shoulder.
He began to move against me, slow and gentle, rubbing his hardness against mine.
The heat of his breath caressing my neck made my whole body scream for him.
Frodo's movements quickened and the familiar feeling of escalating arousal surged
throughout my body. In dreams was solely where I had I felt this kind of desire
and, only then, as we clutched each other, our hearts racing in the final throws
of passion, did I realise I wasn't dreaming. 

So there we lay, side by side, legs entwined, each savouring the heat and comfort
of the others body. Although my eyes were closed, I could see Frodo's face in my
mind, eyes closed, peaceful.The sunlight danced over our naked bodies. Two
friends, who had found love in each other arms. Two lovers. Fingers entwined, too
scared to speak, too scared to breath for fear the moment might end and be
forgotten, lost in time, like so many moments before. I wondered what he might be
thinking about? It didn't matter... 

I felt Frodo stir beside me. Opening my eyes I found myself once again captivated
by his eyes. He smiled one of his amazing smiles, and my heart skipped. It was
then that I knew I couldn't be without him by my side, no matter what happened. 

We lay like that for hours that day just enjoying each other's company. I don't
think either of us spoke a word. There was nothing to say, we already knew the
unsaid, and it was love. 




Fin.