Title: A Brief Interlude Author (including email): snaga-hai, captain@troubled-teens.org Pairing(s): Merry/Pippin Rating: R Summary: Merry takes Pippin into the woods by the river Loudwater where there’s more than just trees watching them this time… Disclaimer: The characters herein belong to JRR Tolkien and all rights are held by Tolkien Enterprises and Harper Collins Publishers amongst others. No copyright infringement is intended. Everything is Tolkien's except the plot, which belongs to me. -- "Oh Uncle Largo's pipe, I'm soaked through!" Merry cried, peeling his shirt from his wrist and pushing the sleeve up to his elbow. He looked up at Pippin. "Would you look at this?" "I am looking," Pippin smirked, and licked his lips. Merry coloured, and Pippin shook his head. “You never were good at the pre-rumble chatter, were you Merry?”, he whispered dangerously, moving closer to Merry to kiss the tender skin under his ear. The other hobbit’s cheeks turned a distinctly darker shade of red. “Pippin, I…” “Oh, will you be quiet?” Pippin sighed, and moved up to kiss Merry’s jaw line softly. “You don’t always have to be the one in charge, you know,” he whispered, and ran his hand softly down Merry’s chest. Merry muttered something incoherently and groaned. Pippin smiled and pulled on Merry’s shirt. “Come on,” he chuckled, and pulled his cousin towards the bedroom. “Pip…” “I thought I’d told you to keep quiet?” Pippin asked, pushing Merry roughly down on to the bed and straddling him. “Well-” Merry began, but was cut off when Pippin kissed him fiercely, pulling the buttons on Merry’s shirt apart. After that night it was often rumoured that there were ghosts haunting the east wing of Bag End. Terrible, terrible ghosts that screamed as if in some horrid pain and cursed eloquently to the skies. And that was just one of them (Merry argued that it was Pippin screaming, while Pippin argued it was Merry). When asked about this, Frodo simply laughed, and thinking of his two cousins informed the inquirer that they had taken up residence elsewhere. That, though, was nothing compared to the rumours that had been kicked up while the two hobbits were in Rivendell… -- Pippin tripped over a log – or at least, he thought it was a log – and squealed. “Ssh!” hissed Merry urgently, and tugged Pippin along behind him. “It’s not my fault! Why do I have to wear this ruddy blindfold anyhow?” Pippin groaned. Merry chuckled, while inwardly trying to stop himself having Pippin up against the nearby tree there and then. “Oh Pip, stop it.” “Wha?” “You’re killing me,” Merry whispered, moving behind Pippin. “What? Merry, I-” His questions were answered and cut off when Merry’s arms slipped around his waist. Pippin giggled and Merry brushed a hand over his lips. “Quiet, you,” he whispered in that endearing way that only a lover can, and Pippin shuddered as his warm breath flickered across his neck. Merry’s hands ran over places that not too long ago Pippin could only have dreamed of having him touch. “Merry,” he breathed heavily, and placed his hand over Merry’s, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it. Abruptly, Merry drew back. “Merry?” Pippin questioned, his brain swirling and overtaken with desire. “Let me take you away,” Merry grinned, and taking Pippin in his arms picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder, and ran down the hill. Merry tripped halfway, and torn between laughter and pain, the two lovers rolled over each other to the bottom of the hill. Pippin’s blindfold fell off and he landed underneath Merry at the end, who smiled wickedly. “Now I’ve got you,” he whispered, and began to kiss Pippin hungrily. What Merry and Pippin didn’t know was that at that moment, a group of walkers were moving along the other bank of the river they had landed by – the Loudwater, that is – and heard and saw everything that the two hobbits said and did. Of course, if they had known they would have been very embarrassed. Especially as Merry screams like a girl when he orgasms. -- “Ah, such a fine day for a stroll,” Gandalf cheered as he walked along the bank of the river Loudwater. “Keep up my friends, keep up.” “Do you mind? We are only hobbits, my dear Gandalf,” Bilbo replied, as courteous as he could be while storing such irritancies up. “He’s not walking that fast, Bilbo,” Frodo added, and hopped up onto one of the stones. Just as he landed, a scream came from along the river. The three walkers looked up. “Oh dear,” Frodo muttered to himself, knowing what was ahead of them. “You idiots.” Bilbo and Gandalf, on the other hand, hurried along believing that someone was hurt. Frodo didn’t have the heart to follow them. “Oh my,” Bilbo exclaimed as loudly as he dared when they saw the spectacle in front of them. “I think,” said Gandalf, “that we should – hmm – leave them to it?” “Yes,” Bilbo agreed, and they left Merry and Pippin to their own devices. “Although I always thought Sam had his eye on Merry meself.” “Actually I thought young Frodo was much more Merry’s type.” “What? My Frodo? Never!” Bilbo cried. “What’s wrong?” Frodo asked as he walked over, suppressing giggles. He’d had a peek at Merry and Pippin too. “Well, young Mr Baggins, your uncle and I were just arguing-“ “Discussing!” Bilbo corrected. “-where Mr Took’s affections lie…” “I would have thought that was obvious,” Frodo cut in. “Pippin has Merry and I have…oh dear, shouldn’t have said that.” “You do?” Bilbo asked. “But Sam’s married!” “Oh honestly, not Sam. Remember Fatty?” “Fatty? No, I can’t say I…oh, Frodo! You’re kidding? Please tell me you’re kidding.” Frodo sighed. “You’re getting far too jumpy in your old age, Bilbo. Of course I’m lying.” Bilbo breathed a sigh of relief and they carried on walking. “Although I’d have to say Merry and Pippin are pretty jumpy themselves…what?” he finished as the older men glared at him. “He gets it from the Brandybuck side,” Bilbo muttered, and Gandalf nodded. “I swear there’s something wrong with them.” “Pippin doesn’t seem to think so.” “Oh, do be quiet Frodo.” It ought to be noted that Bilbo had Brandybuck blood in him as well, and had in fact had a brief interlude with one Ham Gamgee, mostly now known as The Gaffer…of course he had never told Sam that. And he didn’t intend to tell Frodo either. Some things, normally the most beautiful, are best left untouched. Plus Ham had gone and run off with that Goodchild woman, leaving Bilbo with nothing but an unruly garden and for that he would never forgive him. After all, he had promised to trim back the roses that autumn.