TITLE: Healing Love
AUTHOR: Carmen (sunrunner@mixmail.com)
PAIRING: Merry/Pippin
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Merry and Pippin are captured and taken to Orthanc. And the
horror begins...
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own these characters and I make no money from this...
It’s just fun.
WARNINGS: Rape, graphic sex, graphic violence, torture.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: 1)The beginning of the story is hard. It contains things
you may find disgusting and cruelty.
2) Pippin is raped by the orcs, so if you find this pairing unpleasant don’t
read.

HEALING LOVE

Two orcs took him to a dark room. He tried to fight but it was in vain. He
shouted and kicked but the orcs laughed and made fun of him. They bound
his wrists with tough ropes to a pair of rings hanging on the cold wall,
with his arms above his head and they also bound his feet without any
effort.

“Enjoy your stay,” one of the orcs grunted mockingly, and they left.

Merry was alone in that bloodcurling place. It was a tenebrous and humid
room in Orthanc, were he and Pippin had been taken by the orcs after
being captured in Parth Galen. And Pippin? Where was he? What had they
done with him?, thought Merry, feeling even more anguished. He feared for
him. Time passed and after some hours the door opened again. Merry
thought the orcs had come back but it was Saruman himself the one who
appeared. The wizard looked down at him with a contemptuous smile and
wicked eyes.

“Look what we’ve got here! A halfling from the Shire! One of those
insignificant small creatures Gandalf likes so much!” he said.

Merry clenched his teeth.

“Where is Pippin? What have you done with him?” he asked. He didn’t mind
if he was kept prisoner or even killed; the only thing he wanted was Pippin
not to be hurt.

Saruman laughed gladly.

“This is a good one!” he said “I thought you’d tell me to let you go! But the
only thing you care about is the little hobbit! He’s so young... His flesh is so
tender...”

“Don’t dare to hurt him!!” Merry shouted.

Saruman roared with laughter and the sound of it made Merry shiver.
Pippin. If only he could embrace him, protect him...!

“Would you like to see your little friend?” Saruman asked, but his voice
was cold; he wasn’t being merciful “You will, then.”

Saruman left and Merry regretted having shown his fear for Pippin. When
Saruman told him he would see him it had sounded as a threat. Had they
killed him? Merry’s eyes filled with tears, thinking his dear Pippin could be
dead. He was beginning to despair when Saruman returned, this time with
two orcs and an uruk-hai, who was carrying Pippin under his arm as if he
was only a small sack of potatoes. Merry sighed when he saw Pippin was
alive. He was trying to free himself from the clutches of the hideous
creature punching and kicking him but there was nothing he could do
against him. Then, after a sign of Saruman, the uruk let him fall to the stone
floor.

“Pippin!” Merry called him.

It was then when Pippin saw him. He had been so busy trying to escape
that he hadn’t seen his cousin tied  to the wall.

“Merry!”, he exclaimed, running to him.

Suddenly one of the orcs put a sword on Merry’s neck.

“Don’t move,” he ordered looking at Pippin, who stopped “One more step
and I’ll cut his throat. I’ll disembowel him. Is that what you want?”

Pippin shook his head slowly and the orc showed his teeth in what Pippin
supposed it was a smile.

“And now go back,” the orc said.

Pippin obeyed. His scared eyes couldn’t look away from Merry and his
heart was beating hard in his chest. He relaxed a little bit when the orc
sheathed his sword.

“You’ll be a good boy, won’t you? Because if not your friend will pay for
it,” Saruman said stroking Pippin’s smooth cheek with one finger. The
contact revolted him and he turned his head but Saruman grasped his face
with one hand and forced the hobbit to look at him “Soon you will discover
that there are things you will find much more disgusting than the touch of
my hand. He’s yours, do with him whatever you want,” he said to the orcs
and the uruk-hai “But remember: don’t kill him. Not for the moment.”

Saruman went next to Merry.

“You wanted to see him and here he is. Now you will see everything. You’ll
witness what we do with those who defy Sauron,” Saruman said.

Merry’s heart missed a beat. What were they going to do? Then Saruman
nodded and Mugrak, one of the orcs, hit Pippin’s face, making him fall to the
floor. Merry gasped. The other orc, Shargol, took Pippin by his arms and
raised him brusquely.

“He’s so small... His skin is smooth... We’re going to have a very good time
with him!” Mugrak croaked.

Pippin struggled in vain. The uruk-hai and the orcs laughed.

“You can’t escape, little rat,” Shargol said burying his fingers in Pippin’s
arms.

Mugrak tore off Pippin’s clothes and soon the young hobbit was naked,
trembling with cold and fear.

“Much better,” Mugrak said looking at him from head to foot “How cute!”

The orc punched his stomach and Pippin fell to his knees breathless. Merry
was horrified. This wasn’t happening. It was a nightmare, it wasn’t
happening, he thought, repeating “no, no, no” without realizing. Then the
orcs began beating Pippin. They hit and kicked brutally all his small body.

“No! Nooooooo!!” Merry shouted, struggling to free himself from the ropes
which were immobilizing him “You’re going to kill him! Stop hitting him!
Please! Saruman, please, tell them to stop!”

Saruman smiled but he didn’t say anything. The orcs stopped but Merry
saw that the atrocity had just began. Shargol opened his trousers and took
out his erect cock.

“Noooooo!! Nooooooo, please!! Not that!!” Merry shouted.

Pippin was still shocked due to the beating and he didn’t know why Merry
was shouting until he felt Shargol’s cock against his buttocks.

“No, no...” he implored.

Shargol pushed into him savagely, ripping his flesh. Pippin cried out with
excruciating pain, breaking Merry’s heart. Shargol moved violently inside
him and blood started to run down his buttocks and his thighs. Finally
Shargol came inside Pippin and his sticky liquid mixed with Pippin’s blood.
Merry was sobbing.

“They will beat him. They will torture him. They will rape him. Continuosly,”
Saruman told Merry “They will shatter his body and his mind and when he’s
finished, when he’s no more than a ruin, a broken little thing  you will kill
him.”

“No!” Merry retorted “Never!!”

“Think about it. You’ll be finishing with his suffering; you’ll do him a favour
after all.”

Saruman left. Shargol tied Pippin with a rope around  his neck as if he was
an animal and he went out the room with Mugrak and the uruk-hai.

“Pippin! Pippin! Answer me... Oh, Pip, please,” Merry begged crying.

But Pippin was half-unconscious, lying on the floor. All his body ached and
something was burning inside him; he could feel the blood soaking his
buttocks. He heard Merry’s voice calling him. His beloved voice came from
far away... in the distance... but he couldn’t answer. He just couldn’t.

“I love you, Pip... I love you... I love you...” Merry said.

Pippin blacked out and he couldn’t hear Merry’s sobs.

***

They went back. Merry didn’t know if they were the same orcs or others;
for him there was no difference between them but there they were. Three
orcs this time. One of them grasped Pippin’s hair bringing his head up.

“I have something for you, little one,” he said.

Pippin’s eyes widened in horror.

“No... Please, no!” he pleaded when he saw the orc unbuttoning his
trousers.

“Open your mouth,” the orc ordered with his shaft in one hand.

Tears began to roll down Pippin’s cheeks. Suddenly a lash crossed the
smooth skin of his back and he cried out with pain. Then the orc introduced
his hard cock into Pippin’s mouth. It was enormous for the little hobbit; it
reached his throat, suffocating him.

“That’s it, little one,” the orc said pumping into Pippin’s mouth “You like it;
I
know you like it.”

“Leave him alone!” Merry cried “Leave him! Stop hurting him!!”

“Shut up!!” the orc who had the whip in his hand shouted “Shut up or it will
be worse for your little friend!”

“Please. Please...” Merry begged with his eyes flooded with tears “Pip...
Oh, Pip...”

The second orc took Pippin by his hips and the hobbit moaned in pain and
fear. The sound was muffled by the shaft of the other orc, still in his
mouth. Pippin could hardly breath.

“I’m going to ride you. I’ve ridden different animals, but never a halfling!”
the orc behind him said. And then he pierced him.

Pippin thought he was going to faint. The orc’s cock was too big for his
tight place and the pain was terrible. Then the first orc came in his mouth
and his semen spilt down his throat. The orc took out his cock and Pippin
retched, vomiting the thick liquid, which stained his chin. He was bleeding
again. Something was breaking inside him. The orc was penetrating him to
the base of his cock, thrusting into him brutally, scratching his hips and his
flat belly with his nails... and when Pippin thought he wouldn’t be able to
bear more pain the orc who had been just watching started whipping him.
The crack of the whip made Merry jump everytime it hit Pippin’s flesh,
leaving red marks in the fair skin of his back. Pippin’s cries of pain
tormented Merry, who was weeping uncontrollably.

“Pippin!! Piiiip! Oh, no, no, please... Pippin!!! Stop! Stop that, for pity’s
sake!!
Pippin!”

Merry wanted to stop that outrage, to hold Pippin in his arms, to comfort
him... but he couldn’t; he was tied. The only thing he could do was seeing
his beloved Pippin being tortured with no mercy.
The orc who was raping Pippin came at last and he took out his cock from
Pippin’s body, releasing him. The one who was whipping him stopped and
Pippin was left senseless on the floor. Merry cried and cried until he had
no more tears to spill.

***

Long time passed. Pippin regained conciousness and he felt the pain again.
He started to cry; tears rolled down his bruised cheeks. Merry spoke to him
and Pippin didn’t seem to hear his words. But he did. Merry was telling him
to be strong, to resist; Aragorn and the others would rescue them and they
would go back to the Shire. Merry was telling him how much he loved him...
Pippin stretched his fingers, as if he wanted to touch Merry, who was
asking him to speak. Pippin moved his lips, forming Merry’s name but he
couldn’t utter a single word. The pain. The agonizing pain... Pippin couldn’t
be strong. He closed his swollen eyes and heard Merry crying. He wanted
to tell Merry not to cry for him. He wanted to tell him he loved him too but
he blacked out again, unable to bear the pain.

***

An orc entered the room where the two hobbits were kept prisoners. He
had a pair of bowls with some kind of mush inside. First of all he went to
Merry and made him eat and then he went to Pippin.

“Eat!” he said introducing a spoon full of mush into his mouth.

Even eating was painful for Pippin; his lips were swollen, full of injuries
and both the corners of his mouth were bruised but the orc didn’t care
about it. He forced him to eat and when Pippin couldn’t eat one more
spoonful he left.

***

Hours later they went back. Two orcs and Saruman. One of the orcs had a
tough stick in his hand and he started hitting Pippin’s buttocks with it. His
flesh became red and soon it would be black; both his buttocks would be
black and purple due to the brutal blows. When the first orc stopped hitting
him the other orc turned him round with his foot and he knelt with a leg on
either side of Pippin. The former held his arms.

“You’re a very cute thing,” the orc astride him said “Stop crying!! I’m not
going to get into your lovely ass... I’ll leave that for another day. Today I
have other plans for you.”

And he pinched and twisted his left nipple. Pippin cried out and squirmed in
pain. The orc scratched the sensitive nub with his nail and a small river of
blood ran down Pippin’s side. The barbarous creature bit the right one and
his hand went down Pippin’s body to grasp the tormented hobbit’s penis.
He squeezed it brutally, he scratched it. Pippin yelled in pain, piercing
Merry’s head.

“Stop torturing him!! Please!” Merry begged Saruman “Please!! Do what you
want with me but let him go!! Don’t torture him!” Merry would have got down
on his knees at Saruman’s feet if he hadn’t been tied with those ropes.

“It is not negotiable,” Saruman replied calmly.

In that moment the orc was rubbing and squeezing cruelly Pippin’s penis,
his velvety sack, making him cry out in agony. With the other hand he was
stroking his own erect cock.

“We haven’t got the Ring!! We haven’t got it!!” Merry shouted.

“I know,” Saruman said.

“Then why? Why are you doing that to him? Why this torment?” Merry
asked with his pale cheeks soaked in tears. Pippin’s yells were freezing
his blood.

“Why? For pleasure!”

“Please, Saruman... I beg you, stop torturing him! I beg you... Oh, Saruman,
please... Please!”

The orc ejaculated, staining Pippin’s belly with his semen. The young hobbit
squirmed as if the orc’s essence burnt him. The orc stopped tormenting him
and he let go of his abused genitals to go away with the other orc.
Saruman smiled at Merry.

“Look at him,” he said “He’s full of blood and orc semen, full of lashes and
terrible bruises. Tortured and raped. And why? Because you thought you
could do something against Sauron. Against me. What a pretentiousness!
Two simple halflings!”

“He’s only a boy,” Merry said.

“That makes it more exciting. Poor little creature! He can’t even imagine
how much he still has to suffer before dying!”

Saruman turned away and left. Merry tried to free himself from the ropes
once more but it was impossible.

“Pippin! Oh, my dear Pippin...! Can you hear me, Pip? I’m with you, love. I
can’t embrace you, but I’m with you... Always, Pip...”

Merry started to cry. Pippin heard him. Merry was there. Seeing everything
they did to him. Crying out his name when he was being atrociously raped
and tortured. Pippin wept in silence, imagining he was in Merry’s strong
and loving arms, feeling the warmth of his body, his hands caressing him,
his lips kissing him... he fell asleep and he could forget his suffering and
his pain in his sleep.

***

The next time they broke him. A party of orcs. Fifteen, counted Merry.
Fifteen orcs to torture one hobbit. They beat him. They whipped him. They
even burnt him with an extinguished torch, still hot. The burns weren’t
serious; they wouldn’t leave scars but the pain they inflicted was terrible.
Pippin blacked out but the orcs didn’t allow him to take refuge in
unconsciousness: they threw cold water into his face and he came round.
Then one of the orcs invaded his body, piercing him brutally while another
one pushed into his mouth, choking him with his cock.

“Suck, little beast,” he said “You’re going to swallow everything; you have
a lot of orc milk to drink today.”

He came, spilling his hot liquid in Pippin’s mouth. The orc behind him was
thrusting into him, making him bleed, hurting him until he had an orgasm and
went out of him. But then a second orc took his place. And a third... They
forced him tirelessly, savagely, causing him excruciating pain, tearing his
body.

“Kill me...” Pippin begged with a last effort “Oh, please, kill me...”

One of the orcs laughed.

“Kill you?” he said “But the fun has just begun!”

And he introduced his hard cock into Pippin’s mouth. Merry cried for mercy.
He cried and cried, calling Pippin until he lost his voice. The orcs raped
Pippin again and again. One after the other. They only left him when they
saw he was unconscious. They would have made him come round again to
continue; they would have tortured him to death but Saruman had forbidden
it, and he was right. A dead hobbit wouldn’t be so useful. There was the
other one, the one who was tied, but Saruman didn’t want them to touch
him. What Saruman wanted was make him see what they did with the
smaller hobbit. That was going to be his torment.

***

Time later Merry heard footsteps approaching the room where he and
Pippin were kept. His eyes filled with tears again. Were they going to
continue torturing Pippin? The door opened and Merry thought he was
dreaming. Aragorn! And Legolas and Gimli were with him! Aragorn and Gimli
went to free Merry and Legolas run to Pippin. He cut the rope around his
neck and he stroked the hobbit’s hair. Legolas took a handkerchief and
cleaned Pippin’s face. His cheeks, chin and mouth were full of semen. So
were his buttocks and thighs. Semen and blood. What an atrocity, thought
Legolas choking back his tears, what a savage deed! He took the hobbit in
his arms and then Pippin regained consciousness. He could hardly open his
bruised and swollen eyes but when he realised somebody had taken him he
groaned in fear and tried to pull away from Legolas.

“Don’t be afraid,” the elf told him with his clear voice “It’s me, Legolas.”
And then he spoke to him in Elvish. Pippin didn’t understand him but his
words were soothing.

Legolas was going to wrap him with his cloak; he couldn’t bathe his body
there but before he could do it Merry had knelt opposite him, beside Pippin.

“Pippin!!”

Legolas left Pippin in Merry’s arms; they needed each other. Merry cried
seeing Pippin’s tortured body. His beautiful face was disfigured because of
the bruises. His eyes and his lips were swollen. His full body was covered
with burns and lashes and bruises and scratches...

“Pippin...” Merry whispered kissing his brow, rocking him.

“We must go, Merry,” Aragorn said with a hand on the hobbit’s
shoulder “We have to leave this horrible place.”

Merry nodded. Legolas wrapped Pippin with his cloak and Aragorn took him
in his arms. Pippin tried to offer resistance; he couldn’t bear being touched
but he was so weak...

“Pip, it’s Strider,” Merry told him “He won’t do you any harm. He’s come to
rescue us, with Gimli and Legolas... Let him carry you, Pip.”

Then Pippin stood still and Aragorn offered a sad smile to Merry.

“Come here, little one,” Legolas told Merry “I’ll carry you on my back.”

They left the tower. Once outside Merry saw huge trees moving. They
were alive!

“They’re Ents,” Gimli explained, seeing what Merry was looking at “They’ve
finished with the orcs. Saruman will be kept prisoner in his own tower. We
should kill him for what he’s done with you two!”

Gandalf joined them. His eyes filled with sadness when he saw the hobbit
Aragorn had in his arms. The cloak wrapping him was stained with blood.
He caressed Pippin’s black and blue cheek and then he knelt facing Merry
and stroke his curls.

“We’ll bathe him as soon as we find a stream with pure water and then
we’ll take you to a safe place. He’ll recover,” Gandalf said “But how are
you, Merry?”

Merry burst into tears and the wizard embraced him.

“They’ve tortured him! They’ve raped him, Gandalf! Over and over again,”
Merry sobbed “Lots of orcs... and he shouted, he cried out with pain... and
I begged them to stop but... it was useless. They enjoyed hurting him... Oh,
Gandalf, all the things they’ve done to him! All those terrible things!”

“He will recover,” Gandalf repeated and let him cry on his shoulder. Both of
them had been tortured. In different ways. Merry would need Pippin as
much as Pippin needed Merry.

Legolas went to tell them he had found a stream in the forest where they
could bathe Pippin. Aragorn took him in his arms again and Legolas led
them to the little river. It wasn’t deep and the water wasn’t very cold for
the sun was shining, warming it. Aragorn laid Pippin on the grass next to
the stream.

“Let me do it,” Merry said “Let me bathe him.”

Aragorn nodded. If there was someone who could touch Pippin it was
Merry. The little hobbit wouldn’t let anybody but Merry touch him.Aragorn
took off his cloak and he gave it to Merry.

“Wrap him with my cloak when you finish,” he said “This one is dirty. And if
you need some help just call us.”

“I will.”

Aragorn and the others left the two hobbits alone and they went to sit
down under the trees, near them. There they would decide what to do.

Merry soaked a cloth in the clear water and began to bathe Pippin’s body.
His face, wiping his bloodstained nostrils and lips, erasing every trace of
semen. His neck, where the rope tying him had burnt his skin. His chest,
cleaning the scratches and the burns. His nipples, bitten and scratched.
Bruised. Tortured. Pippin groaned when the cloth touched them.

“I’m sorry,” Merry said, trying not to cry “I don’t want to hurt you but I have
to bathe them. When I finish you’ll feel better.”

Merry didn’t believe his own words. How was he going to feel better? But
he had said it to comfort Pippin. Merry continued cleaning his belly,
eliminating the orc semen staining him. His arms and hands and fingers,
covered with contusions. His penis and his pouch, irritated and with some
scratches. Pippin squirmed in pain once more. Merry stroked his curls,
feeling his Pippin’s suffering.

“Pippin...” he said in a low voice “My dear Pip... I’m with you. I won’t let
anybody hurt you. Everything finished. Now I’ll take care of you, my love.”

Merry continued bathing his legs, full of blood, and his feet. Then he turned
him round slowly, carefully not to hurt him. Merry bit his lips to hold back
his tears and he began cleaning his lacerated back, full of  lashes and his
buttocks, terribly bruised. Merry made the blood disappear together with all
that semen which was contaminating his fair skin. They had ripped his
rectum forcing him, raping him savagely. Merry couldn’t see them but he
knew there were injuries inside him. When he finished he stroked Pippin’s
hair, his cheek, his arm. Then he wrapped him with Aragorn’s cloak and
held him in his arms.

“Pip... Oh, Pip!” Merry was distressed. The only sign of life he could see in
Pippin was his breathing “I love you, do you hear me? I love you, Pip.” And
he started to cry, with his cheek on Pippin’s head.

***

The two hobbits were taken to Rohan. Now Edoras was a safe place and
Merry and Pippin would be protected. Merry rode with Aragorn and Gandalf
took Pippin. Legolas and Gimli rode together, as usual. They left them to
Jasna, a healer. She knew a lot of things about herbs and she had
remedies for almost everything. She would take care of the hobbits, as if
they were her children. Aragorn put Pippin to bed and Merry tucked him up.

“Try to sleep, Pip,”Merry whispered “It will be good for you.”

Soon after Pippin was sleeping and Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli
left.

“Look after him, little one,” Aragorn told Merry before departing “Jasna can
heal the injuries of his body but those which are invisible... only your love
can heal them.”

Merry nodded and they bid farewell. Merry saw them riding away and then
he went back to Pippin’s bedroom. Jasna was putting some herb paste on
Pippin’s burns and injuries and after that she moistened his burst lips with
a greenish liquid. Merry supposed it had been made with herbs, like the
paste.

“They have shred him,” Jasna said “Poor little one!” She turned to
Merry “Now let me see your wrists and your ankles.” She examined Merry’s
wrists and ankles and after rubbing them with a white oinment she
wrapped them with bandages. The ropes the orcs had tied him with had
caused him some injuries. “Ready. Let’s go to the kitchen; you have to eat
something.”

“I’m got hungry,” Merry said.

Jasna looked at the hobbit with affection.

“No, I suppose you aren’t, but you have to eat. How are you going to help
your friend? Starving? When he wakes up we’ll have to give him something
to eat, too.”

Merry ate the meat stew Jasna had cooked. It was very good and in other
circumstances he would have enjoyed the meal but... Jasna saw tears
dancing in Merry’s eyes and she put her hands on his shoulders.

“I know what you’ve gone through,” she said “Gandalf has told me. But you
have to be strong... for both of you because he can’t. Not after what
they’ve done to him.”

Suddenly Pippin started to shout and Jasna and Merry went running to his
bedroom. He was tossing and turning in the middle of a nightmare and as
soon as Merry touched him to calm him down he woke up and tried to get
rid of the hands touching him.

“Pippin, it’s me! It’s Merry! Your Merry, Pip... Stand still! Pip!”

But Pippin was terrified. They were going to continue raping him,
perforating his body, tearing him, making him swallow the nauseating sticky
liquid which filled his mouth every time one orc came in it. Unable to bear
the thought of it he vomited. There was nothing in his empty stomach, apart
from semen and his own fluids. Merry wiped his mouth with a towel.

“It’s all right, love. Nobody will harm you. Nobody will touch you. I’m here,
Pip. I’m going to be with you all the time,” Merry said stroking his hair, damp
with cold sweat around his face. Then he kissed his brow and took
Pippin’s hand in his, still caressing his curls. Pippin quieted down.

“I have to change the cloth,” Jasna told Merry, referring to the cloth she
had put between Pippin’s buttocks to absorb the blood “But if I touch him
right there he’ll panic.”

“I will do it,” Merry said “I think he’ll let me.” Then Merry spoke to Pippin
“I’m
going to touch you, Pip. You were bleeding and you have a cloth. I have to
change it.”

Pippin didn’t move. He just didn’t react but when Merry’s fingers touched
the internal part of his buttocks Pippin stiffened and groaned in anguish.

“Sssh. It’s me, Pip. Don’t be afraid; it’s me,” Merry said.

Merry removed the blood-stained cloth and put a clean one. Jasna said she
was going to the kitchen to bring something for Pippin to eat and in the
meanwhile Merry cleaned the floor, where Pippin had vomited. Jasna
frowned when she came back with a bowl of soup and she saw Merry had
been cleaning.

“You don’t have to do that,” she scolded him in a maternal tone “The only
thing you have to do is to look after your friend, leave the rest for me, little
one.”

They put another pillow behind Pippin’s back to give him the soup but when
Merry was going to give him a spoonful Pippin didn’t open his mouth.

“Pippin... You have to eat, Pip, you have to recuperate,” Merry
said “Please, my dearest. Please.”

Pippin started to eat. Merry gave him the soup little by little, thinking for
one
moment his stomach wouldn’t retain it but it did. Then Jasna brought
custard but Pippin only ate  half the plate. Finally they gave him a brew.

“Drink this, Pip,” Merry said, putting the glass to his lips “It will relieve
your
pain. Jasna has prepared it with herbs.”

Pippin drank it slowly. When he finished Merry caressed one of his bruised
cheeks very carefully. Then he embraced him and to Jasna’s surprise, he
started to sing a lullaby with his sweet and clear voice. It was about a
child who was rocked by the moon while he played with the stars and
when he fell asleep the birds put him to bed. The next morning the sun
kissed his brow and the birds sang to wake him up. When Merry finished
singing Pippin was sleeping in his arms. Merry kissed his head and his
brow and laid him down.

“He’s more than a friend for you, isn’t he?” Jasna said.

Merry nodded.

“He’s my life. He’s everything for me,” Merry said “I love him so much... We
were thinking about going to live together when all this started... Elrond
was right. We should have never formed part of the Fellowship... we did it
for love to Frodo... We wanted to go with him and now, when I see Pippin, I
regret not having listened to Elrond... Frodo had Sam and the others... I
should have protected Pippin. I should have imagined the dangers...”

“You didn’t know this was going to happen,” Jasna replied “You are not to
blame for this.”

“He’s so young... He was always cheerful, always smiling... and now his
eyes are unfocused, lost... and he doesn’t even speak to me... He doesn’t
speak...”

“He’s shocked,” Jasna said “You have to be patient with him. He needs time
to get over it. He needs you, Merry; he relies on you. He’s fallen asleep in
your arms. He lets you embrace him, touch him... Nobody else could do it,
little one. Nobody.”

Jasna stroked his hair and left him alone with Pippin and his thoughts.

***

Merry didn’t go away from Pippin. He didn’t even go to sleep; he wanted to
be there, watching over him, taking his hand, bathing his wounds.
Everytime Pippin woke up after a terrifying nightmare Merry would embrace
him and speak to him softly and Pippin would calm down. Sometimes Merry
sang in a low voice. Merry was always speaking to him but Pippin didn’t
have any reaction. Jasna let Merry take care of Pippin day and night,
although she was keeping an eye on both the hobbits. It was good for
Merry: looking after Pippin was a therapy for him but after three days
Jasna told him he had to sleep. His short naps weren’t enough.

“I don’t want to leave him alone. I know you look after him like his own
mother would, but...” Merry said.

“I’m not telling you to leave him alone,” Jasna interrupted kindly “This bed is
big enough for two hobbits; you can sleep with him. You’ll be there if he
wakes up.” She gave Merry a nightshirt “This was my son’s... He used to
wear it when he was a child; I think it will fit you good.”

Merry took off his clothes and put on the nightshirt. Then he went to bed
and lay beside Pippin. He took his hand and he fell asleep before he could
even realise.

***

Pippin woke up. The first thing he saw was Merry by his side, sleeping.
Merry... He had cried so much... he still cried sometimes. Merry was
always beside him, speaking to him, singing to him and telling him stories,
giving him all his love. Merry’s hands had caressed him tenderly. Merry had
given him to eat and drink. Merry’s voice was a balm for his pain. Merry...
Now he was there, sleeping on his side, facing him. Pippin nestled up to
him, leaning his head on Merry’s chest. He fall asleep again to the sound of
Merry’s heartbeats, with a piece of Merry’s nightshirt front in his left hand.
That night Pippin didn’t wake up terrified by his nightmares.

***

The next morning, when Merry woke up he felt a bundle against him. It was
Pippin. He had sought his protection during the night and he was sleeping
peacefully, sheltered against him. Merry felt moved. That had been Pippin’s
first reaction. Merry kissed his head and put his right arm around Pippin’s
waist, feeling the smoothness of his skin, his nakedness. Merry didn’t
move not to wake him up. Jasna went into the bedroom to see how the
hobbits were.

“Good morning,” she whispered “Is he sleeping?”

“Yes,” Merry answered with another whisper “Look at him, Jasna. He’s so
calm...”
Jasna smiled when she saw Pippin clutching Merry’s nightshirt in his
relaxed fist – as if he didn’t want to let him go – and using Merry’s chest
as a pillow. She caressed his hair.

“It’s been his first night without nightmares,” she said. She had been
awake all night long to take care of the two hobbits “I think he’s beginning
to get over it.”

***

Time later Pippin began to stir. When he opened his eyes he saw Merry
beside him, wrapping him in his arms. He looked up to see if he was awake
and his glance met Merry’s sparkling grey-blue eyes, looking at him,
showing all the love Merry had in his heart.

“Merry...” Pippin muttered.

Merry’s eyes widened and a smile lighted his face. Pippin had spoken at
last! After three days in which he had been totally mute he had spoken.
And his green eyes were looking at him, they weren’t lost or unfocused
any more.

“Pippin! Oh, Pip!” he exclaimed. He would have hugged him but he couldn’t
do that without hurting him, so instead of that he caressed his bruised
cheek “My dear Pippin... my love...”

Merry’s eyes blurred with tears of joy and alleviation. Pippin saw them and
he touched Merry’s cheek with his fingertips.

“Don’t cry, Merry,” he asked “Don’t cry...”

“I’m so happy, Pip... I was so worried for you...”

Pippin’s eyes and lips weren’t so swollen and Merry kissed his lips
tenderly, softly. It was like the touch of a feather.

“Merry... Merry...” Pippin hid his face in the curve of Merry’s neck.

“I love you, Pippin. I love you,” Merry said, tangling his fingers in Pippin’s
curls.

***

“Jasna, he speaks!!” Merry exclaimed when he went into the kitchen to
have something for breakfast “He speaks! And he looks at me, he... he
moves. He’s in pain but he’s better and... Oh, Jasna!”

The woman smiled seeing Merry practically jumping with joy.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said.

She filled two bowls with porridge, one for each hobbit and she prepared
the brew they always gave to Pippin to relieve his pain. Merry had
breakfast in the bedroom with Pippin. The young hobbit wasn’t very hungry
but he had to eat... for Merry. This time he ate on his own and then Jasna
gave him the brew. When Pippin finished drinking it she took the glass and
the two bowls and went back to the kitchen, leaving the hobbits alone.
Merry took care of Pippin’s wounds, as Jasna had showed him to do. When
he changed the cloth Pippin had between his buttocks he saw there wasn’t
as much blood as he had found at first.

“I’m not an expert,” Merry said “but I think these wounds are beginning to
heal.”

He covered Pippin with the bed clothes and sat down by his side.

“I told them to kill me,” Pippin said after a moment in silence “You saw what
they did... I only wanted to die to stop feeling pain...” Pippin burst into
tears “I knew you were there and I wanted to tell you not to cry but I
couldn’t. They used me, Merry... They used me in all the possible ways...”

Merry embraced him and let him cry; he needed to cry.

“I’m so dirty now, Merry,” Pippin sobbed “They filled me with their filth...
again and again...”

“Don’t say that, Pip. You aren’t dirty. All that filth is gone; there isn’t a
single drop in your body,” Merry told him “There is nothing purer than you,
love. Nothing. What they did to you was terrible but it’s over.” Merry kissed
his head and began to stroke his soft hair “You have to get over it, Pippin.”

“I won’t be able...”

“You will. You’re stronger than you think. And I’ll be with you, Pip. All the
time. We’ll get over it together; I’ll help you forget.”

“I love you, Merry,” said Pippin. He knew Merry had suffered a lot. Merry
hadn’t been physically tortured but he had seen what the orcs had done
with him. That had been his torment.

“I love you too, Pip,” Merry whispered. He closed his eyes, feeling Pippin’s
naked body against his, feeling Pippin’s breath, his heartbeats... His body
was shaking due to his sobs and Merry rocked him “My adorable Pippin...
so sweet... so lovely...”

When Pippin calmed down and stopped sobbing Merry cupped his face and
kissed his tears away. He kissed his brow and his cheeks and his nose
and lips. He caressed his bruised face with tremulous fingers. Pippin
sniffed and Merry wiped his nose with a handkerchief.

“Merry!” Pippin protested.

“Sssshhh. Let me pamper you a little bit,” Merry said.

He held Pippin in his arms. Merry had thought he was going to lose him. He
had thought that the orcs would kill him, that they would go too far
torturing him and Pippin would die. Pippin’s cries of agony still echoed in
Merry’s mind. Merry could still see Pippin covered with blood, being
savagely raped. He could still see the semen running down the corners of
Pippin’s mouth, the semen he didn’t swallow or he just vomited or spat.
Now he was there, with his head and his left hand on Merry’s chest. Merry
caressed his bare arm and his smooth side tenderly.

“You’re so smooth...” Merry said “It’s like caressing the petals of a flower.”

Pippin looked up. Merry was smiling at him and Pippin saw so much love in
his glance that tears began to shine in the young hobbit’s green eyes.

“No, no more tears,” Merry said “Your eyes are too beautiful to be crying
all the time. I’ll tell you a story, would you like that?” Pippin nodded and
Merry continued speaking “Jasna lent me some books to read while you
were sleeping and some of the stories are great!”

And Merry started to tell him a story, cuddling him. Pippin listened to him
spellbound; Merry was very good at telling stories and Pippin could forget
all the horrors he had gone through for a time.

***

Days later later Pippin’s bruises and wounds began to dissapear without
leaving marks. He stopped bleeding and the cloth between his buttocks
was no longer necessary. At the beginning walking was a little painful for
him but Merry would help him holding him by his waist and placing Pippin’s
arm around his shoulders. He was very thin but thanks to Jasna’s care –
and food – he soon gained weight.
After nearly two months Pippin was fully recovered and his smile had
returned to his pretty face. Merry was happy for it. He was so beautiful,
thought Merry. That afternoon the sunlight was bathing him. He was sitting
in the garden doing nothing but looking at the lazy clouds in the sky. His
eyes were shining anew. Eyes which caressed Merry when he went out to
be by his side.

“Hey, Merry, sit down here with me!” Pippin said patting the grass.

Merry sat down and Pippin snuggled up to him. Merry wrapped him in his
arms and without saying a word kissed his lips. Merry’s hands played in
Pippin’s sides, his tongue in his pointed ears and suddenly Pippin burst out
laughing.

“Merry, you’re tickling me!!” he exclaimed.

“Do you hear that?” Merry asked.

“What?” cheerful Pippin inquired.

“The sound of your laughter. You’re laughing, Pip.”

“Merry...”

They kissed. Merry savoured Pippin’s lips and then he licked them, asking
permission to enter his intoxicating mouth, to drink his heady nectar. He
explored his mouth, he tasted it and then Pippin’s tongue met his and they
twisted. Merry caressed Pippin’s back, his nape and the young hobbit
groaned into Merry’s mouth. Merry broke the kiss and continued kissing and
nibbling Pippin’s neck. Pippin took Merry’s shirt out of his breeches and his
hands slipped under it to caress Merry’s back. Merry stopped kissing him.

“Wait,” he said holding Pippin’s arms so that he couldn’t continue caressing
him “Wait, Pip. We’re in the garden.”

“Let’s go inside, then,” Pippin said.

“Are you sure?” Merry asked looking into Pippin’s green eyes “I mean... I
don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’ve never hurt me before. It was never painful with you. Make me
forget, Merry. Make me forget what they did. I need to know I can still feel
pleasure. I need to feel you insise me again...”

“My dear Pip...”

Once in the bedroom Merry kissed Pippin deeply in his mouth. Merry felt an
ardent need for Pippin but he restrained himself; it had to be slow... Merry
unbuttoned Pippin’s shirt little by little, stopping to kiss his neck, his
throat.
When there were no more buttons to undo Merry put his arms around
Pippin’s waist and kissed his lips, teasing him. Pippin’s shirt fell off his
shoulders and Merry removed it. He caressed his back slowly. Pippin
sighed. His breathing was heavy and so was Merry’s. Pippin kissed
Merry’s neck and his hands tangled in his golden hair when Merry covered
his mouth in a long and passionate kiss.

“Lie down on the bed,” Merry said breathless “You’re going to touch the
sky with your hands.”

“Let me undress you first,” Pippin whispered “Oh, Merry...” he groaned
when Merry brushed his left nipple slightly.

Soon Merry’s shirt was on the floor and Pippin started to stroke his torso,
feeling Merry’s muscles under his palms. Merry pushed Pippin gently to the
bed and he made him lie on it. Merry kissed his chest and went down to his
flat belly. He kissed it, he licked it, he played with his navel and then he
went up again. Merry kissed Pippin’s right nipple, which hardened with the
contact of his lips and it got even harder when Merry touched it with his
tongue. Merry licked the sensitive button while he brushed the other one
with his fingers. His left hand was caressing Pippin’s smooth belly. Pippin
groaned and his back arched. Then Merry sucked his nipple and Pippin
groaned louder.

“Come here, love,” Merry said taking him in his arms.

“Merry...” Pippin muttered.

Merry’s hands were on his back and his mouth was working on his left
nipple. Pippin tilted his head back. Merry was erasing with his hands, his
mouth and his body all the invisible scars the suffered torments had left in
Pippin’s body. Sensuality and eroticism were substituting torture and this
time Pippin was groaning in pleasure and not in pain. He was stroking
Merry’s chest.

“Now... it’s my turn...” he said pushing Merry.

Merry felt Pippin’s hard nipples brushing his body, his hands caressing him,
his mouth exploring him... Merry moaned and squirmed under Pippin. His
hard member was brushing Pippin’s and the contact was so exciting...
even if they were still wearing their breeches.

“Pip... Oh, Pip...” he groaned.

Pippin caressed Merry’s groin and his fingers began to undo the buttons of
Merry’s breeches blindly, for he was licking Merry’s flat belly, his hard
nipples. He was sucking one of them when his hand touched Merry’s penis.
It was a light caress but Merry jerked with a moan.

“Take off your breeches,” Pippin asked out of breath “Oh, Merry, take them
off.”

“I can’t,” Merry said “You’re on top of me and you have me pressed against
the bed.”

Pippin rolled over onto his back and Merry pulled out his breeches with his
feet. Then he knelt beside Pippin. What he really wanted was to take off
Pippin’s breeches and make love to him with no more prenimilary games for
both of them were ready... but they would have to wait. Merry started to
caress Pippin’s toes. He kissed and licked every one of them and he
stroked the plant of his feet, the hair covering them with his fingers. Pippin
was squirming, half groaning, half laughing. Merry knew he was tickling
him. Then he stopped and removed Pippin’s breeches. Slowly. Very
slowly... He undid the buttons one by one, stopping to kiss his belly. Pippin
was panting and gasping.

“Oh, Merry... You’re teasing me! Stop teasing me... Oh, Merry, please...” he
whimpered.

Merry threw Pippin’s breeches to the floor and kissed him. Their hungry
tongues met once more. Pippin felt Merry’s naked body against him, skin
against skin. He groaned and his back arched in need, rubbing his erect
member against Merry’s. Pippin’s fingers buried in Merry’s back, asking for
more. Merry took Pippin’s penis in his hand and he started to stroke it with
deliberate slowness. He caressed the wet head, making Pippin squirm in
devastating pleasure. Then Pippin made Merry roll over and he took his
swollen member into his mouth. He licked it and sucked it. It was so good...
It tasted so good. Merry was groaning: Pippin’s mouth, his wet tongue
moving around his penis were driving him mad. Suddenly Pippin stopped
and went up to kiss Merry’s jawline, to brush his nipples with his fingers.
Merry stroked Pippin’s rounded buttocks. They had been black and blue
until some days ago but now they were fair and smooth, firm and
provoking. Pippin moaned when Merry’s fingers touched his entrance. Now
it was the moment. Pippin was ready... and so was Merry, who took a
pillow and put it under Pippin’s stomach so that he could be comfortable.
Then Merry penetrated him very carefully, ready to stop at the firt sign of
pain but nothing happened. Merry’s member was lubricated in his own
prefluid, it was dripping and it went into Pippin’s place easily. Pippin
moaned in ecstasy when Merry reached his sweet point, sending waves of
uncontrollable pleasure to all his body. Merry was thrusting into him,
caressing the most intimate place in his body with his penis. His hands
were caressing Pippin’s hips, his member, his smooth sack. Both of them
were groaning loudly and finally Merry reached the climax, filling Pippin
with his hot seed. Pippin was squirming under him; he would come in any
moment and Merry turned him round to take his throbbing member into his
mouth. He licked it and he sucked the tip, while he caressed Pippin’s
thights, his groin. Pippin’s hands were tangled in his hair, pulling it but
without hurting him. He was panting, crying out his name, goaning loudly
until he came. Merry drank the milky liquid and then he kissed Pippin’s penis
tenderly.

“You taste so good...” he muttered.

Pippin’s fingers let go of his curls and Merry went up, stopping to kiss his
belly, his chest, his neck, his ears... His cheeks were blushed and he was
still getting his breath back. Merry caressed his right cheek with one finger.

“Merry... Oh, Merry... How beautiful you are!” Pippin said.

“My lovely Pip, my sweet little thing...” Merry murmured and he kissed him “I
love you,” he said against Pippin’s lips.

“I love you too, Merry. I love you very much...”

Merry took him in his arms and stroked his curls. Pippin’s fingers were
caressing Merry’s chest. Minutes later Pippin began to be sleepy. Merry
saw his eyelids closing and he took the pillow to put it in its place so that
they could sleep comfortably. Both of them were exhausted after their
lovemaking.

“Merry...” a drowsy Pippin called “When will we go back to the Shire? I like
being here with Jasna but... I think I’m a little bit homesick.”

“Gandalf said that when everything finishes they’ll come for us. I hope
Frodo is fine. I hope he arrives at Mount Doom and destroys the damned
Ring.”

“He’ll be fine. Sam’s with him. That’s what Strider told you, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Pippin had closed his eyes and Merry pulled up the sheet and the blanket to
cover Pippin and himself. Merry couldn’t help kissing Pippin’s shoulder.

“Hhmmm?” Pippin murmured with his eyes closed.

“Ssshhh. Sleep.”

***

When Jasna returned the house was in silence. It was strange not to hear
the hobbits’ cheerful voices. She supposed they had gone out for a walk
but when she passed by their bedroom she saw them in bed, sleeping
soundly in each other’s arms. They had left the door open and she could
see their clothes on the floor, in a mess. Jasna smiled fondly, seeing what
had happened. Merry had healed Pippin at last. With his love, with his
patience, with his words... and that afternoon with his body. Jasna closed
the door slowly and let them sleep.

FIN