Title: Pathways in the Dark

Author: Wolfine
              (JWolfine@Hotmail.com)
        
Movie: Lord of the Rings
        
Pairing: Merry & Pippin & Boromir

Rating: NC-17
     
Archive: Library of Moria, Least Expected, Open Air Asylum, or ask.
           
Warning: Very, very naughty fic. In fact, this fic starts out with just a come hither look, but before you 
know it, it has you over the arm of the couch, panting. It then has its way with you and leaves, hoping you 
had as much fun as it did and that you'll call it sometime. Not a very well mannered fic, but at least it's 
good looking.

Notes: I've been in a mine. Trust me, it's cold and very, very dark.

Disclaimer: All characters owned by Tolkien and New Line, all kinky goings-on owned by the author. No 
monetary value whatsoever.

Summary: The movie made the journey through the Mines of Moria look like it took all of one day. In 
reality, it took four, and the  hobbits and their favorite human got up to some wicked fun before all hell 
broke loose.

Thanks: Praise goes to AK, who in the darkness finds them, and to Creed, who on her site, binds them.

Feedback: JWolfine@Hotmail.com 
 

 *Pathways in the Dark*


 Pippin wouldn't have understood it, but there was a reason dwarves were short, stocky and brief of limb. 
They lived their lives, some of them their entire lives, underground, and it was abysmally cold. The barrel-
chested bodies generated sufficient heat, while the short limbs made efficient use of it, not wasting it on 
trying to warm a ridiculously long arm or leg. Hobbits, too, were adapted for underground living, but unlike 
the dwarves, they needed sunshine and fresh air like they needed food. Gimli seemed to absorb the dank 
air, at ease in the darkness and sure of his footing, the bone creeping cold not once seeming to bother him. 
The rest of the Fellowship shivered and goose bumped continually, and it was worse when they settled 
down for the night.

 It was going to take them four days to get through the mines, and while they had no choice about their 
direction, Pippin had decided a few days wasn't a very long time and he would make the best of it. He 
hadn't counted on the nights, however, and how overwhelmingly dark and silent it was this far 
underground. When they had eaten their meager provisions and laid out bedrolls, Gandalf let the light from 
his staff fall to nothing and it was impossible to see your hand in front of your nose. The first night 
everyone slept with some part of their body pressing against someone elses, gaining unspoken comfort and 
orienting themselves within the group. 

 Frodo and Sam snuggled together, although that was not an odd thing as they were each a part of the other 
anyway, just as Pip and Merry were. Gandalf and Aragorn slept on either side of Sam and Frodo, 
consciously or unconsciously harboring and protecting the Ringbearer. Legolas tended to rest with his back 
touching Aragorn's, his keen elf ears alert to catch any sound of enemy approach. Unlike the beginning of 
their journey where someone was always on watch, the mine's darkness afforded them the unique ability to 
all sleep at the same time. It was far too dark to watch for anything, their only hope was to hear someone 
approaching and Legolas had the sharpest ears, so he dozed, listening for anything unusual. Curiously, no 
small rodents seemed to be about, so not even their scurrying could be heard. 

 Gimli, more at home than any of them, slept flat on his back, his arms outstretched and softly snoring. 
Pippin had the notion that the dwarf would be the first to sense danger here as he seemed more in tune to 
the place. One hand had settled on the elf's leg, while the other found its way onto Merry's back. This was 
more Merry's doing than Gimli's, the need to feel a physical presence almost more than they could bear, 
and the hobbit would shift and wiggle until he felt a hand touch him. Pippin curled into a tight ball in 
Merry's arms, burying his face against the soft skin at the neck. It was stuffy at times, but it gave the young 
hobbit a measure of comfort he so desperately needed. Boromir was the only one who kept himself apart 
from the group, although by morning the man had squirmed across the floor in his sleep and woke with his 
head pressed to the middle of Pippin's back. 

 By the end of the second day, Pippin was almost weeping. They had spent untold hours traveling over 
dusty and sharp rock, grabbing at handholds which cut and abraded their fingers, and fighting for breath in 
the swirling dust which lay thick upon the stone until their steps churned it into clogging mists. The shorter 
hobbits seemed to suffer the most as they were closer to the ground and when they had stopped for a 
meager meal, Pippin was sure he could blow mud out of his nose if he tried. They had trudged on, although 
Pippin had no idea the time of day anymore, his natural sense of celestial rhythm thrown off by the never 
ending dark. He himself was beyond tired by the time they stopped and so had no idea how long they had 
traveled. Exhausted as he was, he almost didn't wish to stop though, as that was when the cold reclaimed 
him. While travelling, he could at least generate some heat. Once they stopped and sat upon the stones, his 
body began a new battle. It was the kind of chill that started in at the edges, but it never stopped, ignoring 
his cloak and waistcoat, moving inward until it found his bones and wrapped around them, freezing the 
marrow and bringing a quiet despair. 

 Merry, attuned to his beloved Pippin's mood, tried his best to comfort him, but it was difficult  as he 
himself was in much the same condition. Pippin envied the dwarf, who seemed impervious to the cold and 
dark and trudged with ease across stones which scraped the skin from Pippin's feet. As thick as hobbit feet 
were, he wondered if he would have any skin left by the time they exited the mine. He could tell the mines 
were getting to the others too.  Sam and Frodo were just as miserable, and Gandalf clutched tightly at his 
robes, trying to keep the chill at bay. The humans shivered and folded themselves up as best they could, 
trying to keep their heat to themselves. Legolas didn't seem to be as affected by the airs temperature, but the 
dark was depressing him. The elf was close by when Gandalf ignited his staff in the morning and tilted his 
head towards the light, his eyes soaking up the fragile beams for a few moments before they headed out.

 They just had to go for about two more days, at least that was what Merry had promised Pippin to cheer 
him. It was going to be hell for both of them if Gandalf's calculations were wrong as Pippin was rather 
certain he would have a nervous fit to hear that they would have to spend any more time in this dwarvish 
tomb. They munched on cold travelling food, Gandalf and the others quietly discussing their journey's path 
once they left the mines. Pippin, his usual, buoyant chatter obviously missing, leaned into Merry as they 
quietly nibbled. Before long bedding was rolled out and the company settled down to sleep. Pippin noted 
who was lying where before Gandalf extinguished his light, making a mental note to go to the right if he 
needed to relieve himself before morning. He burrowed as far as was physically possible into Merry, who 
gave a small burble of mirth when Pippin squirmed even closer.

 "My dearest Pip, this is as far into me as nature will allow. Any more and you shall be on the inside of me 
looking outward!" 

 Pippin chuckled softly, but in his own mind the thought sounded lovely. He would have given much to be 
surrounded by such warmth, held close and secure. He finally drifted off to sleep, dreaming about how it 
would be to live inside his beloved Merry.

 Sometime later he awoke with the pressing need to relieve himself. Sighing inwardly, he began the process 
of extracting himself from Merry's grasp as gently as possible so as not to wake him. Merry whined in his 
sleep and Pippin turned to step away when his foot rolled on something soft and yielding and he went 
down. He was expecting to smash into the hard rock, but to his surprise, he landed squarely on someone's 
body, equally soft and yielding and making a  wheezing sound. Strong arms sprung around his body, 
pinning him still while heavy breath ghosted across his face. The wheezing stopped and Pippin struggled to 
remember who had lain down on this side of the Fellowship. Reaching a tentative hand up to the chin, his 
fingers encountered rough bearding and he recalled Boromir would be about here. He instantly felt very 
guilty for knocking the wind out of him.

 "I'm so very sorry Boromir," he whispered. "I didn't know how close you'd gotten. I didn't mean to..."

 Boromir aimed a finger at the source of the words and was pleased to encounter Pippin's little bow mouth. 
"It's all right, you just startled me. It's dark as an Orc's a...uh, heart. In here." Pippin got the impression the 
man had been going to say something dirty but held his tongue out of respect to the smaller man on his 
chest. This annoyed Pippin to no end. He was a nearly full grown hobbit with just as filthy a mind as 
everyone else and he could swear almost as grandly as some of the much older hobbits in the Shire. He and 
Merry tended to tone it down when they were around Frodo as Sam had the habit of boxing their ears if 
they made his gentleman lover blush. Pippin began to see all this polite behavior was leading the larger 
human to think of them as children, a thought which rankled. He shoved away from the admittedly comfy 
chest with a disgusted sigh and shuffled off before Boromir could say anything else, the missing warmth of 
the larger man's body sending a shiver down his frame. 

 Angry emotions winding through him, he crept quite a ways before his questing fingers found a wall, and 
he hurriedly took care of business. He turned around to go back the way he had come when he suddenly 
found another wall. He reached along it, thinking to find a corner, but the wall seemed to go on some 
distance. How could he have come to the other wall if this one stood in it's path? A tiny fleck of concern 
lodged in his chest as his arms flung out to locate the opposite wall. That one was where it should be, but 
following along it brought him to an open area and his sensitive toes told him the floor dropped away here. 
He blinked impotently into the darkness, trying to remember the path they had taken before they had 
stopped for the night, but he had been tired and only remembered a flat area surrounding them. Had he 
walked that far away from the group? He listened intently but couldn't locate the others, not even by 
Gimli's snores. Fear welled up, clear and bright, making his legs twitch. He made a few more forays into 
the blackness, but always seemed to come to a wall or an open area. He couldn't for the life of him figure 
out how he had managed to get there at all, considering the obstacles now in his path.

 Despairing, he squatted on the cold stone, arms wrapped around knees as he considered his options. The 
most logical thing was to call for the others, and he whispered Merry's name loudly for a few minutes, 
hoping to wake his fellow hobbit and no one else. He could call more loudly, but the thought of disturbing 
everyone because he got lost ten feet from the group was not something he wanted to experience. 
Imagining the stern looks and general berating he would get from Gandalf held his tongue, not to mention 
how this would further convince the others he was a child who needed coddling and looking after for his 
own good. He tried to think of what Merry would do were he foolish enough to lose his way, but he 
couldn't help thinking that Merry wouldn't even be in this situation. Against his will his mouth grimaced 
and a fat, wet tear welled out of his eye and blazed a trail down his cold cheek. He felt foolish for crying, 
but he also realized his emotional state was more due to the trip itself, the stress of the whole thing finally 
getting him down below a point he could manage. He tucked his head into his knees and let the tears come 
as he feet slowly numbed from the cold. He was so very, very tired and sore and wished, not for the first 
time, that he could fly.

 It seemed like hours had gone by, but his face was still wet when Pippin felt the warm hand slither along 
his shin and he burst from his huddle with a squeak and flew backwards. He could still see absolutely 
nothing and imagined a large Hobbit Eating Nasty had found him at last. Struggling to his gain his footing, 
he was about to scream when he heard whispering.

 "Pippin!"

 The young Hobbit slowed his frantic movements. Surely a Hobbit Eating Nasty wouldn't know his name, 
and even if it did, would it really bother with such niceties? His name was whispered again, accompanied 
by a warm, gloved hand on his leg, and Pippin finally placed the voice. "Boromir?" A huge part of him 
wanted very much for this to be a familiar voice and he was unsure if he were imagining it.

 "It's me, Pippin. Come here."

 With a sob of joy, Pippin launched himself at the source of the sounds and plowed into the warm, firm 
body of the human. Boromir let out a small whuff, but only chuckled, wrapping arms around the smaller 
being as he pulled him into his lap. Pippin nuzzled the front of the man's chest, uncaring about propriety 
and shaking with relief.  He would never say it within Merry's hearing, but he was actually more pleased 
that it was the large human who had found him. Perhaps it was the shear size of the man compared to 
himself that gave Pippin the added reassurance he needed, not to mention the amount of strength the human 
possessed. He had never spent any great amount of time with humans, but this trip had allowed him to 
observe them closely and he was amazed at the size of their musculature and what they could accomplish 
with it. 

 Boromir rocked slightly as Pippin made a nest in the circle of his arms and found the idea of staying that 
way all night not an entirely distasteful idea. Pippin eventually regained his nerves but with them came his 
feelings of shame at getting himself lost. Boromir could almost feel the change in the small body he held.

 "You know, I'm not surprised you lost your way in here."

 Pippin stiffened in anger, pushing away to look into Boromir's eyes, which was a futile effort in the 
complete blackness. "And why do you find that so easy to believe?" he whispered harshly.

 "Because it's so damn dark in here. You're right in front of me and I can't see you at all." His gamble paid 
off and to his delight,  Pippin relaxed with the idea that this could have happened to any of them. He sighed 
contentedly, brushing his cheek against Pippin's and noted how cold the skin was. It hadn't seemed that 
long since Pippin had fallen on top of him, yet the small Hobbit was quite chilled and clammy. 

 Pippin stiffened in alarm again. "If you are here with me, how are we going to get back? Do you remember 
the way?"

 "In this dark? Never." Boromir chuckled and squeezed Pippin happily. "However, I did find my money 
purse to have come in  handy after all." It had taken him a while in Rivendell to decide if he should even 
bother bringing it on their journey, but the coins had come to serve a more unique purpose than simple 
commerce. When Pippin had not returned, Boromir had reasoned he was lost and left a trail of coins behind 
himself as he searched for the Hobbit, lest he himself get lost in the blackness. Reaching his arm out, 
Boromir found a small, metal disk lying on the stone and they headed out, shuffling on hands and knees, 
Pippin keeping a firm hand on Boromir's hip. They finally reached their bedding and Boromir heaved a 
happy sigh of relief.

 "Pippin!" A hoarse whisper from Merry sounded from in front of them. "Where have you been?"

 "Clear to the other side of the mine. There's a great hall over there with a floor fit for dancing and a huge 
kitchen besides." Boromir could almost hear Merry's scowl and chuckled softly, very pleased that Pippin's 
playful spirit had returned somewhat.

 "You, Peregrine Took, are full of pig droppings." Merry too had noticed the lightning of Pippin's heart and 
hoped to encourage it. Groping in the ever present dark, he caught Pippin's arm and pulled him onto their 
blankets, intent on warming the younger Hobbit back up. However, Pippin was missing the abundant 
warmth of Boromir, and held back. His action worried Merry, who put his lips close to Pippin's ear and 
whispered so softly no one else could hear.

 "What's wrong Pip?"

Pippin sighed, unsure how to bring up the subject without hurting Merry's feelings. He tapped at the stone 
by his side until he located Boromir who was lying very close to them. "I...I want to snuggle with Boromir. 
He's so very warm, Merry, and lonely besides." He waited tensely, hoping Merry would not assume Pippin 
only wanted to lie with the human. 

 "Is he, truly?"

 Merry was smiling, Pippin was very sure of it. "Oh yes, Merry. And since he did bring me back, we owe 
him a debt of gratitude." 
 Decision made, the two young hobbits gathered their blankets and wormed their way over to Boromir. The 
human was pretending to be well on his way to sleep, and only grunted softly when he was covered by two 
squirming hobbit bodies. By lying on his back, Pippin fit comfortably under one arm and Merry under the 
other, and both curly heads tucked under his own furred chin. He wrapped his arms around them, keeping 
them in place and warming their backs while the Hobbits arranged their blankets over top of all of them. 
Once they all had jostled for comfortable positions, Boromir felt both hobbit heads lean across his chest 
and the sweet sound of lips meeting in a kiss could be heard.

 "'Night Merry."

 "Sweet dreams, Pip."

 Then they both settled back down, Pippin snuggling firmly into Boromir's side, sighing contentedly and 
dropping off to sleep almost instantly. Boromir lay awake for a while in the dark wondering about his two 
hobbits, for he had, indeed, come to think of them as belonging to him. Aragorn and Gandalf tended to 
watch over Frodo, and by default, Sam, but did not seem to spare time for the other two. Since he had 
begun teaching Merry and Pippin to sword fight, Boromir had found he enjoyed their spirit and playful 
antics. From a young age he had been expected to behave more mature than he really felt, with the 
responsibilities of his office sometimes too much for a young man. He had grown to accept his lot in life 
without complaint, believing such freedom of spirit to be the realm of children and having no place in his 
life. Merry and Pippin had begun to show him otherwise, for while they were all on a desperate mission of 
great danger, these two above all else in the company could still find joy in simple things. Food, especially 
wild mushrooms and berries, became the most magical gift in their eyes, and they shared their finds with 
the large man who played with them. After discovering Boromir was ticklish their mock fights often spun 
out into sessions of laughter, and now they were pressed against his body, sharing their warmth with him 
even as they sought his. 

 Boromir's arms relaxed in growing sleep and his hands naturally came to rest on their rumps. He briefly 
wondered if they would object, but Pippin only squirmed under his touch and pressed closer. Boromir 
drifted off to the feeling of little heartbeats against his sides and Merry's gentle snoring.

 Morning, or at least when Aragorn awoke the rest of the group, found the hobbits and human in a warm 
cuddle that none of them wanted to leave. They stretched gingerly, not willing to get up until Gandalf lit his 
staff. Boromir arched his back slightly and cupped  his large hands firmly around both their arses, 
generating feelings of intense pleasure for Pippin. In his loveplay with Merry, he enjoyed having his 
buttocks stroked and touched, both by hands and Merry's kissing mouth. The possessive squeeze the human 
was giving him was a delight of a different kind, amazing him at how his cheeks fit nicely into Boromir's 
palm. Boromir was using his stretching as an excuse to dip his fingers a little bit into the cleft, and Pippin 
responded by pressing his semi-erect penis into Boromir's side, also under the guise of a morning stretch. 
Merry wasn't still either, and ran a hand over Boromir's chest, brushing roughly over a nipple as he yawned. 
Shivering, Boromir decided he had better get up and move away or the rest of the company was going to 
have quite a show.

 They spent the next several hours quietly winding their way through the dark mine. Gandalf's staff kept 
them from stumbling too badly, or plummeting to their deaths, but gave no indication of where the walls or 
ceiling were. Pippin decided he liked knowing where he was in relation to the borders of a place, and while 
he could feel a roof over his head and walls hemming him in, he had no clear idea if they were far away or 
very near him. It confused and depressed him, and he began to lag somewhat behind. The two hobbits and 
the human made up the tail end of the group, with Pippin just in front of Boromir, who was having to slow 
down lest he tread on the smaller man. The Fellowship had already stopped for a light snack and they still 
had hours to go.  Boromir began to wonder if picking Pippin up and carrying him as he had done on 
Caradhras was an option, but the way Pippin had reacted to his getting lost the previous night kept Boromir 
from offering. Finally, Pippin had slowed to the point where Boromir's leg brushed the smaller hobbit's 
backside and Boromir got a devilish idea. Reaching down, he grabbed a bit of Pippin's ass cheek between 
thumb and forefinger and pinched.

 "Oooow!" Pippin squeaked, thrusting his hindquarters away from Boromir and glaring over his shoulder. 
Some of the others looked back to make sure all was well, but could spare little energy to make comment. 
Merry hushed Pippin, reminding him to stay quiet on their journey. Pippin huffed slightly, noting Boromir's 
wide grin and rubbed his offended backside. A short while later, he decided to see if this was something 
that was going to be happening all the time and slowed his steps yet again. He had barely grazed the human 
when he felt a hand on him, fingers moving to try and get a grip on his butt. He danced away, bringing a 
quiet growl of frustration from Boromir. Slowing again, he let Boromir catch him, and was pleased when 
the pinch was less painful this time, able to keep from making another outburst.  After that it became a 
game, Boromir caressing and fondling his backside and Pippin practically waving his ass in temptation. By 
the time the group stopped for the day, both Pippin and Boromir were softly snickering at each other. 
Boromir shook his head as they settled down for a meal, wondering what Pippin and Merry had been like 
as young hobbits and what kind of mischief they would have gotten to.

 They gathered in a forlorn row to eat, once again with Merry and Pippin towards the back and Boromir at 
the very end, quite removed from the main center of the group. It was a good thing they would soon be out 
of the mines as their food supply was not inexhaustible. After they had worked their way through some dry 
meat and seeds, Merry spent several minutes rummaging in his pack. Boromir watched the hobbits as 
Merry looked at Pippin and shook his head. Pippin then dove into his pack and after running his hands 
around the bottom, came up with one small orange. Fruit was a delicacy right now, but Pippin tore into it 
and happily handed Merry half. The older hobbit bumped his head softly against Pippin by way of thanks. 
Licking juice from his fingers, Pippin stole a glance at Boromir, who quickly looked away and pretended to 
be interested in the conversation Aragorn was having with Gimli and Legolas at the other end of the group. 

 Pippin munched a chewy orange slice for a moment, then looked questioningly at Merry, who shrugged. 
Since the others seemed to be in a heated discussion now with Gandalf, no one saw the young hobbit 
shuffle over to squat by Boromir. The human raised a brow in question and Pippin held a piece of orange 
out to him. Boromir smiled at the kindness and shook his head.

 "Thank you, little one, but I think you are in greater need of this than I."

 His own brow raised, Pippin opted for stubbornness. He shifted closer to the human and thrust the fruit 
closer to him, his eyes wide and pleading. "Please Boromir, we don't need every scrap. I want you to have 
it."

 Boromir smiled, calling upon his years of diplomacy as Steward of Gondor, and came up with an excuse 
that sounded feeble even to his ears. "It's...very juicy and I don't want to get my gloves all sticky." Pippin 
looked down at the filthy gloves Boromir had taken to wearing in the mine to keep some skin on his fingers 
and it was all he could do to keep from laughing. Obviously the enticement of the fruit alone was not 
enough; he was going to have to sweeten the offer more.

 This far away from the light Gandalf wielded it was very dim, though Pippin could make out Boromir's 
face and the tense expression that developed on it.  Staring into the man's eyes the entire time, Pippin 
carefully placed the orange slice between his lips so that half of it stuck out. He then rolled to his knees in 
front of the human, close to the man's face, and tilted his head at an angle to match up his lips with 
Boromir's mouth. The man looked at him, his eyes searching for motives. He hesitated, but Pippin was 
persistent, placing a hand on Boromir's knee to balance himself. Boromir, never breaking his gaze with the 
hobbit, slowly brought his mouth to Pippin's, his lips wrapping around the tart fruit and drawing it into his 
mouth. If he saw what he thought he did in Pippin's devilish green eyes, he was looking forward to the next 
few moments. 

 A tingle was squirreling around in Pippin's middle as the man leaned forward. If Boromir just took the 
fruit, he reasoned, then there'd be no more playing. If, however, the human took advantage of soft, sweet 
hobbit lips so close to his, then the game was on. To Pippin's great delight, Boromir's tongue lapped at his 
mouth, drawing in the fruit and snaking over his lips. His tongue was large, wet and warm, so like his own 
and yet different, strong and insistent, pushing between his teeth. Pippin opened his mouth and allowed the 
great beast inside, his eyes shuttering as he was invaded. 

 Boromir clenched his fist at his side. Normally he would grit his teeth to keep from moaning, but he 
couldn't bite Pippin. He was surprised at how small the cavern of the hobbit's mouth was, feeling bulky and 
powerful as the smaller tongue reached out to stroke his. Boromir shut his eyes completely and placed his 
hand gently over the one perched on his knee. Then suddenly, it was gone as Pippin drew back, leaving 
Boromir with a piece of orange to chew on. Still staring at the man with eyes that now appeared far less 
innocent, Pippin smiled and licked his own lips. Boromir glanced at the group to see if anyone had noticed, 
but they all seemed absorbed in conversations with each other and setting out their bedrolls. No one had 
noticed, save for Merry. The other hobbit had sat quietly, watching the proceedings, and Boromir got the 
distinct impression that he would be in trouble if he had done anything to upset Pippin. No doubt Merry 
had always looked after the younger hobbit and the habit had followed well into adulthood. The man 
watched, bemused, as Pippin scurried back to Merry and stuck his nose into the mass of brown curls to 
whisper into Merry's ear. 

 Merry smiled, glancing at Boromir and whispered something back. To Boromir's surprise, Merry crawled 
over to his side, a slice of orange between his lips. Boromir wanted very much to growl his approval, but 
kept silent. He repeated the exchange of fruit with Merry and found the older hobbit to be a bit more 
aggressive. Merry thrust his tongue deep into Boromir's mouth and ran a hand up along the human's thigh, 
making the muscles twitch. Then he pulled away, looking at him in a very direct way and Boromir 
suddenly realized what a devastating pair of lovers these two would make. Their temperaments were well 
matched between them and Boromir couldn't help but shiver as wicked thoughts passed through his mind, 
imagining what they both would feel like, writhing against him. He had to admit he was looking forward to 
snuggling with them this night.

 Everyone finally settled down, yawns only interrupted by sleepy well wishes for the night between the four 
hobbits, and Gandalf shuttered his magic light. Merry and Pippin had placed their sleep rolls very close to 
Boromir and away from Gimli, and as soon as darkness enveloped them, they abandoned their nest and 
crawled over to the man. Silently they arranged themselves on either side of him as they had done before, 
spreading their blankets on top of the three of them. Boromir sighed contentedly as he gripped both hobbits 
by the bum and hugged them to his body. Pippin giggled into the folds of Boromir's clothes, wiggling his 
ass against the strong hand that held him and Boromir's breathing hitched slightly. Merry might have been 
more assertive, but Pippin seemed more wanton. The sneaky young hobbit was becoming more aware of 
the effect he was having on the bigger man and was enjoying that power immensely. Merry was busy as 
well, snaking a warm hand into Boromir's tunic to scrape at heated flesh. Boromir jumped at the sudden 
intrusion of cold hobbit fingers, but they eventually found a nipple to play with and Boromir felt his flesh 
constrict to a hard point. It took all his self control to turn his moan into a yawn.

 Six minutes later, Boromir was nearly out of his mind with lust, suffering at the hands of the two demons 
in the guise of hobbits. He had been right in his assessment of their ability to team up as lovers, their 
experience with each other aiding them in their movements in the dark, and instincts guiding them in their 
quest to drive Boromir insane. Merry's fingers curled around his chest and belly, seemingly fascinated by 
the body hair he possessed. Pippin's mouth had found the soft skin of his neck and was quietly licking and 
nipping, tracing the unfamiliar rounded edge of his ear with the tip of his tongue. They would stop every 
once in a while and Boromir guessed they were kissing over him again, although he could hear no sound 
from them at all. Hobbits were extremely quiet when they wished to be. While Pippin's face was buried in 
his neck, he did manage to get the hobbit to give a small, muffled squeak when the hobbit felt a large hand 
delve under his butt and long fingers reached his stiffening member. Boromir's breath became more shaky 
when he felt two erections rhythmically being pushed hard against his hips. He bit his lips as his fingers 
wandered into the crevices of both hobbits, feeling an excited warmth coming through the fabric of their 
trousers. Happily, Gimli had begun his snoring again and Boromir hoped it would drown out any odd 
sounds he and the hobbits might make. 

 However, he knew he wasn't going to be able to stay that quiet much longer, and with final squeezes to 
those two sweet asses, he untangled himself from their grasp. They weren't too keen on the idea at first, 
their little hands gripping his chest and torso, and Boromir could swear he felt Pippin pout. He found their 
faces in the blackness and after stroking their cheeks in reassurance and brushing his lips tenderly against 
theirs, he grabbed his money pouch and opened it. Before the group had stopped to rest he had memorized 
a safe path with the idea that Pippin might need to get up again before the dawn. Squatting on the cold 
stone, he reached out and set a coin upon it in the direction he wished to go. Keeping shorter hobbits in 
mind, he carefully placed one coin after another, quietly working away from the others. The previous night 
he had only used half of the money to reach Pippin but tonight he wanted to be as far as a bag of silver and 
several gold bits could take him. He wound his way around a wall, then another, then found a spot that sank 
below the rest of the floor. It wasn't very deep, but was fairly wide, bordered on all sides so that they could 
roll around in it without fear of dropping off somewhere. One side was curved and two were straight and 
the last came to a sort of point. "What in hell was this for, I wonder." Boromir sat and scratched his head in 
the dark, idly waiting for his two hobbits to track him.

 It wasn't long before the human heard faint scuffling from his left, and he waited for one of them to say 
something. However, they remained so silent Boromir began to grow a bit nervous. "Little Ones? Are you 
there?" he whispered. "Answer me, you wicked things." Just then a warmed hand grasped the chain mail on 
his arm and he gasped in spite of himself as a hushed voice spoke  very close to his face.

 "I'm not wicked!" Pippin's voice sounded. "I'm...mostly good."

 Boromir chuckled in relief and pulled the smaller body down into his lap, nuzzling a pointy ear until 
Pippin began to softly giggle. "Then welcome, Sir Pippin the Mostly Good." Merry snorted as he dropped 
down and snuggled into Boromir's side, the human winding a strong arm around him. By unspoken 
agreement the two hobbits had decided to set to work on Boromir's ears, two agile tongues sliding wetly 
over the human's sensitive flesh, making him sigh heavily. Merry was the first to break away and nibble 
along the man's bearded jaw line until he reached his smooth lips. Boromir pulled the hobbit tighter to him 
and opened his mouth, rewarded with a small, wet tongue snaking its way inside. He groaned softly as 
Merry took possession of the kiss, relaxing as the elder hobbit explored, breathing deeply through his nose 
to prolong the sweet sensations. Distracted as he was, he had forgotten completely about the remainder of 
his body until cool, damp air met with his chest, making him gasp into Merry's mouth.

 Pippin, having left the strange, round ear humans possessed, wondered what the man's chest would taste 
like and busied himself undoing the various clasps and hooks of Boromir's clothing. Such fastenings were 
no match for nimble hobbit fingers and the click of metal dissolved into the rustle of cloth parting. Boromir 
reacted to the cool air, but it was Pippin's discovery and fondling of his nipples that made him whimper 
with need and fall backwards, dragging Merry along with him. The two hobbits seemed to take this as a 
signal of permission to ravish the larger man and soon each had a mouth latched onto a point of puckered 
flesh, wetting and teasing while their fingers ran over his ribs and stomach. Twin lengths of stiffened flesh 
rubbed against Boromir's thighs, while Boromir stroked their backs and ran fingers through their hair and 
tickled their ears. Wet hobbit lips made soft, suckling sounds as they feasted, gently biting and kissing as 
they went.

 "Hmmm. I'm not so cold anymore." Merry's voice held a smile and Boromir and Pippin could hear him 
begin to shed his clothing. 

 "Splendid idea, Cousin!" Pippin also stepped away and began disrobing. "Let's not get our things mixed 
up. 'Twould be hard to explain to the others." 

 Boromir sat up and shook himself out of his shirts and eagerly worked at his trousers. "We must also not 
make too much noise. I believe we are far enough away for human ears, but I swear that damn elf can hear 
fog gather." He kicked his boots off and freed his legs from his pants, placing the whole bundle on the 
raised edge of stone bowl they were in. Merry and Pippin did the same. 

Completely nude, Pippin squatted by Boromir and shivered. "Wish I had brought our blankets. This stone is 
quite cold."

 "Here, I've an idea." Boromir grabbed his cloak and spread it out on the stone, giving them some amount 
of protection from its damp surface. Crawling into the middle, he was immediately joined by two hobbits 
burrowing into him for warmth. All three ran hands over each other to generate heat as well as to learn the 
contours of their partners. Merry and Pippin were quite pleased with the human's body, their questing 
fingers stroking over hard muscle and dipping into ticklish creases. Boromir explored as well, discovering 
hobbit nipples to be a generous size, soft and puffy bits of flesh that his mouth ached to feel. "Fear not 
Little Ones, I shall have you good and warm soon enough." He felt Merry's throaty chuckle against his rib 
cage and felt Pippin's hand caress his inner thigh, heading towards his hardening length.

 "And pray tell us, how shall you do that, Boromir?" Pippin purred his name, making the human smile in 
the dark.

 "Well...oh..." Boromir lost his thought as a questing hand brushed against his cock, jolting him inside and 
causing goose bumps to run up his body. Another hand, presumably from the other hobbit, reached under 
and gently cupped his balls while fingers curled around his length and slowly stroked. A breathy groan 
escaped the human, but he collected himself enough to reach out between the legs of his companions, 
fingers seeking evidence of their arrousal. The warm, smooth skin of their inner thighs led him straight to 
their erect pricks, sizeable organs for beings of their short stature. Merry hissed in appreciation as the 
human's fingers enclosed his hardness and he carefully sought out Boromir's mouth for a heated kiss. 
Pippin's breath heaved as Boromir engulfed his cock in his large hand and Pippin ground himself into the 
grip, wanting more. He could feel the wetness of precum on the head of Boromir's cock, spreading it over 
and around the swelling head and squeezing it along the shaft. Boromir grunted into Merry's kiss, his hips 
twitching slightly.

 Boromir thumbed both wet cock heads, feeling his companions tremble. Merry finally let go of his mouth, 
but Pippin sensed it and quickly took his place. Boromir sighed in great satisfaction, enjoying the feel of 
the first hobbit tongue he had ever had. With some surprise he realized that while the strange circumstances 
of the quest had brought the hobbits to him, he wondered what life would be like to have these two sweet 
males as his lovers under more peaceable times. He smiled at the thought, breaking the kiss with Pippin, 
who whimpered in protest.  To make it up to him, Boromir let his coated fingers run over their nipples, 
smearing the puckered flesh with their own pre-cum, then leaned over and began to suckle them. He felt 
Merry and Pippin lean together to share a kiss as he ran his tongue over Pippin and then Merry, tasting 
them for the first time on the warm points of flesh on their chests. He quickly decided he loved hobbit 
nipples and would have been content to suck on them all night, but  the hands on his hardening cock had 
other plans.

 Panting heavily, Boromir stilled their efforts which brought about some unmanly whining from his two 
lovers. "My wicked hobbits, you shall have me finishing before I begin! I want...I want to do so much to 
you both before..."

 Merry shivered and Pippin hissed, swatting Boromir's questing hand away from his member. "Aye, well, 
you're not the only one, have a little mercy on a body!" Pippin's face bumped Boromir's and he swiftly 
kissed his lips, then leaned towards his ear. "I'd like...uhm...well, I always had wondered if...uhm...." Pippin 
trailed off, losing his nerve.

 Merry piped up, forcing his cousin to regret ever confiding his desires to him. "He wants you to put yer 
finger inside him!" 

 "MERRY!" Pippin hissed indignantly, his furious blush veiled by the darkness. He cringed, waiting to hear 
Boromir's chuckle, but instead a soft moan came from the warm body under his hands.

 "Mmm...that would be...I want to do that." Boromir swallowed deeply, wildly turned on by the young 
hobbit's request. He hadn't thought about it, but now that Pippin had brought it up, the idea of touching him 
in that most intimate of places had Boromir trembling slightly. Merry fumbled towards their clothing, 
rummaging for his coat pocket where he had hidden a small jar of salve. Pippin arranged himself on hands 
and knees, his lower lip shivering as Boromir gently spread his legs further apart. The touch was gentle and 
sure and the human placed small kisses along the back of his neck and down his spine as his large, rough 
hands stroked him soothingly. Merry uncorked the small jar of salve and guided Boromir's hand to the 
slick, oily substance. The human gathered a dollop of the sweet smelling stuff and knelt behind Pippin, who 
began to squirm fiercely, nearly jumping out from under Boromir's hand. Merry felt Boromir tense, and ran 
a soothing hand along his flank.

 "It's all right Boromir. He likes to be held down a bit. Gets him right worked up." Pippin moaned his 
agreement, wriggling slightly, making the human smile in the dark. 

 "Mmm...very well." Boromir held Pippin down, his mouth spreading warm wetness over the hobbit's hip 
as he gently spread the soft globes apart, feeling for the pucker between the cheeks. Running the tip of his 
finger along the cleft, he felt the ridges of skin spasm slightly and circled the area, listening to Pippin's 
breath begin to pant. Gently he pressed the pad of his middle finger at the opening, letting Pippin know he 
would do everything in his power not to cause him pain. Slowly he pushed, pleased when he met little 
resistance until he was up to the first knuckle. Pippin trembled in sensation and the overwhelming need to 
groan. If he were honest with himself, part of his excitement was caused by the large fingers men 
possessed, and the thought of that digit penetrating him was making him spread his knees farther apart. 
Boromir pushed again, sliding up to the next knuckle and pausing to let Pippin catch his breath. The man 
crooked his finger a bit and Pippin squirmed, his whole focus centering abruptly in his behind. Pulling out a 
fraction, Boromir then pushed in all the way and Pippin's breath left him. He could feel Boromir's hand 
touching his cheeks and he knew the man's finger was buried deep in his body, the knowledge nearly 
causing him to moan in delight. Boromir shifted it slightly and Pippin could not control himself, letting out 
a soft, high-pitched moan.

 Boromir grinned in the dark, feeling Pippin's warm insides grasping around his finger. He took more of the 
salve from Merry and reinserted his finger, gasping at how easily and quickly it slipped in. Pippin was 
pushing back so Boromir carefully added a second finger, filling the smaller hobbit to capacity. Slow 
enough to drive Pippin straight out of his mind, Boromir pulled them out and tucked them back in again, 
teasing the spot inside him that only Merry had ever touched before. Pippin wanted to shout so badly, it 
was bringing tears to his eyes. Merry, meanwhile, had leaned over and was running a hot, wet tongue over 
Boromir's cock and simultaneously pinching a nipple. Borormir bit his own lip to keep from screaming.

 "Oh..." Pippin panted heavily, sweat springing all over his body as he forced himself to accept the human's 
immense fingers . Merry bobbed up and ran a hand along his lover, concerned.

 "Are you all right then, Pip?"

 "Oh...yes Merry. Oh Merry...he's so very...very...oooooh...Merry, I do so wish I could..."

 "I know Pip, but you can't. He's far too big. I can barely get my lips around him."

 Boromir sighed. "I wish I could too, sweet Pippin, but Merry's right. I don't want to hurt you." 

 Pippin writhed, not wishing he were bigger, but that Boromir were smaller. He endured the human's slow 
finger fucking as long as was hobbitly possible, until he was quite sure he was going to come out of his 
eyeballs.

 "Merry. Need you. Now." There was a note of authority in Pippin's voice which startled Boromir and had 
Merry quickly shoving the human aside and positioning himself on his knees behind the younger hobbit. 
He guided his stiff shaft to Pippin's opening and began to work his way inside. He hissed at the intense heat 
of Pippin's ass, in sharp contrast to the coolness of the air. It didn't take long before his groin was pressed 
flat to Pippin's backside, Boromir having stretched and lubed him quite nicely. Merry groaned softly and 
stroked the quivering hips under his hands. He loved being inside Pippin, the slick warmth enveloping him 
and making his head swim.

 Pippin pushed and opened himself to his beloved Merry. He had pouted when he was denied a grand 
fucking by Boromir, but Merry's cock lodged firmly inside him was as comforting as it was exciting. Still, 
no need to let good man flesh go to waste, and he grabbed Boromir's legs, roughly positioning the human to 
sit in front of him. As Merry began to move in and out, Pippin grabbed Boromir's weeping cock and guided 
it to his mouth, running his tongue over the quivering shaft and kissing the swollen head. Boromir 
whimpered, open-mouthed, trying to keep from making too much noise. The sound of sweaty skin slapping 
in rhythm was the only sound they made for a while, interspersed with wet, sucking sounds as Pippin 
worked at getting Boromir as far as he could into his throat. 

 Merry suddenly increased his force and began shoving Pippin against the human, so Pippin placed his 
hands on Boromir's cloak and just let the momentum slide the cock in and out of his mouth. Pippin knew 
Merry was getting close by how hard the other hobbit was gripping his hips, but he was surprised when 
Boromir suddenly gasped and jerked and Pippin's mouth was flooded with warm, bitter fluid. He 
swallowed as best he could and appreciated the self control the large man exhibited. Pippin tongued 
Boromir clean as the human relaxed, panting heavily. Pippin sighed as Boromir slipped from between his 
lips, then gasped as Merry swatted his backside, reminding the younger hobbit he was still being serviced 
from behind.

 "Boromir," panted Merry, "reach under and play with his nipples. He likes that too." 

 Boromir chuckled weakly and bent his body over Pippin's back, reaching under and grasping Pippin's twin 
buds. The hobbit gasped at the feel of cool fingers on his hot flesh, then whined sharply as they were 
soundly pinched. Merry was right, having his nipples touched while making love was one of Pippin's 
greatest pleasures, but the human was not done yet. As Merry began to thrust faster and lose rhythm, 
Boromir reached farther down and grasped his swaying sex. Pippin hissed loudly and then placed his mouth 
on Boromir's hip to keep from making too much noise. The human pumped him expertly, alternating 
strokes and gently brushing his fingers over Pippin's balls. Boromir could actually reach up and feel 
Merry's cock pistoning in and out of Pippin and groaned softly at the incredible feelings.  Pippin felt 
Boromir's fingers by his anus, touching himself and Merry at the same time, and that thought alone brought 
him to a thundering orgasm. His screams muffled well against Boromir's flesh, but his inner spasms sent 
Merry over the edge with him. 

 Collapsing into a pile of sweaty, sated flesh, the three lovers sprawled out on the cloak, the only sound 
breaking the silence was soft panting as they regained their breath. After a few moments the moist air 
began to chill their damp skin, and Merry and Pippin snuggled back into Boromir who cradled them close 
to himself. Basking in afterglow, Boromir was bemused at his sudden desire to cuddle with the hobbits. He 
was not one to dally with his previous bedmates, but there was something about the easy displays of 
physical affection between the hobbits that made it seem to be a natural part of the sex. Curly hair tickled 
his face and he realized the pile of them were rocking slightly and a low, throaty murmur was coming from 
one of them, although he couldn't have guessed which one.

 Merry was the first to grow restless and he slipped from his lovers embrace, feeling his way along the rim 
of the bowl they were in. Boromir knew they would have to soon quit this place and hastily drew Pippin in 
for a long, sensuous kiss. Pippin moaned, always a sucker for mind blowing kisses, and he heard Merry 
chuckling as the other hobbit found his pile of clothes, shoving the jar of salve back into a deep pocket. A 
hobbit was nothing if not curious by nature, and Merry's nature began to get the better of him. He 
tentatively felt along the edge of the bowl-like depression, coming to the same point that Boromir had and 
wondering what it was all about. Reaching blindly into the dark, his hand brushed against stone, some 
structure which hung over the edge of the bowl. It had carvings on it, Merry was sure, and when he pushed 
one part of it, it moved slightly. "Hmmmm," he said, before shoving harder at the stone, which swung 
upwards unexpectedly, allowing several gallons of freezing cold water to rush onto the startled hobbit. His 
surprise and the force of the water caused him to fall onto his butt and stole the very breath from him, even 
as he gasped in shock. 

 Boromir had heard the sound of water and, with the reflexes of a warrior, had scooped his cloak and Pippin 
off the floor and jumped onto the edge of the bowl. Their feet were soaked and Pippin squeaked as the 
water hit him, making him shiver anew. Sputtering, Merry managed to regain his wits as well as his feet 
and stood to push the stone shut. It closed easily enough, but the water had filled the bowl to the point 
where he was up to his knees in it. Sloshing and cursing, he made his way to the rim and climbed out, 
shivering and sluicing the water off as best he could.

 "Merry? Are you all right?" Boromir wanted to laugh, but he was concerned about his hobbit's well being.

 "Oh, aye, but I've frosted my acorns." Merry inched his way towards the sound of Boromir's voice and was 
pleased when a warm cloak was wrapped around him and two pairs of strong hands began to rub him dry. 

 Boromir chuckled slightly. "Well, at least you discovered what this thing is. It appears, gentle hobbits, that 
we have dallied in a dwarven wash tub." Pippin wrinkled his nose at the thought. "The water is freezing but 
does not smell stale. Must be tapped into an underground stream." Satisfied that Merry was as dry as he 
was going to get, he reached down into the tub and splashed water on himself to clean the residue of their 
lovemaking from his own body. Pippin followed his actions, gasping as the cold water struck his abdomen. 
He and Boromir then dried each other roughly, bringing warm blood to their skin and then shucking 
quickly into their clothes. Once dressed, they felt somewhat warmer and took a few minutes to gently kiss 
and stroke each other. Pippin again nuzzled the human's ears as Boromir and Merry shared a sweet kiss, 
holding each other close.

 "I must say," said Boromir, "this is a most pleasant way to pass the time in a dusty underground city." He 
found Pippin's nose and rub it with his lips. "Thank you, my dear hobbits."

 "Oh, our pleasure, Boromir!" whispered Pippin. "I can't say as I have many human acquaintances, but you 
are sure to always be my favorite." 

 Boromir laughed and squeezed the hobbit tight against his body, finding it disturbingly difficult to let them 
go. Merry's arms wound around his and Pippin's neck, making the human feel loved in a way that made his 
throat tighten. With a last nuzzle and breathing in of their scent, he released them and got to his knees. 

 "I guess we should be getting back," said Merry with a note of resignation in his voice. Boromir agreed 
and followed the rim until he came to the first disk of cold metal on the stone floor. Boromir felt Merry 
grasp his leg.

 "Are we ready?"

 Pippin latched onto Merry. "Lead on, sweet Boromir." The man swung his hand out and located the next 
coin, and the odd little train was off, inching slowly back to the rest of the group. It took quite a while 
before Gimli's snoring could be heard, then a few more minutes until Boromir's hand finally touched the 
cloth of the hobbit's blankets. Quietly as they could, they arranged themselves on the stone, Boromir 
putting his damp cloak aside in hopes it would be somewhat dry by morning. The two hobbits instantly 
attached themselves to Boromir's sides like rabbits into a burrow and the man smiled, knowing from now 
on he wouldn't have it any other way. Their small bodies felt right in his arms, their faces pressed under his 
neck and tiny puffs of breath ghosting over his skin. They shared a good night kiss over him again, then 
bent and sleepily kissed their new playmate. Pippin's lips trailed to Boromir's ears and the hobbit whispered 
gently.

 "I love you, Boromir." 

 Boromir smiled widely in the dark. "Really?" he asked, softly.

 "Yes, and Merry does too."

 "I do too what?" asked Merry, overhearing the whispers.

 Pippin yawned. "Have the brain of a cricket."

 Merry huffed, feeling the human's chest shake under him as Boromir stifled a laugh. Merry was in the 
midst of a comeback when the man gently slid his tongue into his mouth and kissed him to silence. Pippin 
snuggled into Boromir's ample warmth, feeling content for the moment, although unable to shake a nagging 
feeling he was developing that this small bubble of happiness was not going to last forever. It seemed as if 
something unpleasant loomed in the distant future, and it made him hug the human to himself tighter. 
Perhaps it would be the need to explain why they  were so very, very clean after spending days in the mine, 
the grime that covered  their companions suspiciously missing from their faces.  Or perhaps it was the 
feeling that Legolas had heard them return after all, and knew very well what they had been up to. Sleep 
finally caught up with him as he mused, and he drifted off with the sure heartbeat of the man warm against 
him. 

 *Fin*