Title: Like Sunlight On Summer Days 
Author: Calenhir - calenhir_of_mirkwood@yahoo.co.nz 
Pairing(s): Merry and Pippin 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Merry wants to tell Pippin how he feels... but Pippin beats 
him to it.  
Disclaimer: The hobbits don't belong to me they belong to Tolkien and I 
just like to write about them. 


Rain fell heavily over the rolling green hills of the Shire, making 
puddles along the old pebble-covered road. In the distance giant 
mountain spires loomed, shrouded by gathering mists. Distant lands of 
mystery and intrigue. Lands of beauty, filled with wondrous beasts and 
ancient myths. In the shadow of these great peaks, in the safe 
surroundings of the Shire, was Merry. He ran along the road as if his 
life depended on it. Perhaps this time, it did. The notion of spending 
the rest of his days in denial, he imagined, might in fact kill him. 
The thought of pretending he felt nothing toward Pippin for the rest of 
his long life made his stomach turn. So he ran. 
Rain beat down upon the small Hobbit as he neared the field where 
Pippin stood. He slowed his pace, stopping to open the ancient gate 
which lead onto the field. It groaned loudly under the strain, wood 
chips falling from the rotting fence post which it clung to. Walking 
slowly across the wide expanse of wet grass, Merry's shirt began to 
stick to his skin and tiny blades of glass attached themselves to his 
legs and feet. Merry felt ragged. His body was weak and the strain of 
his secret had finally begun to take its toll. 
He stared intently at his cousin who stood a small distance away, 
unaware of his presence. He noticed how faint rays of sun peeked slowly 
out from behind the charcoal rain clouds and shone down on him, 
illuminating his skin, highlighting his hair. The fool of a Took looked 
angelic, just as Merry had always seen him. Merry walked in painful 
silence toward Pippin who had raised his head to see his companion 
approach. Droplets of water fell off Pippin's chin, his clothes were 
saturated and his hair was matted to his ashen cheeks. He hugged 
himself tightly as if in a vain attempt to keep out the cold winds 
which seemingly blew from every direction. The great tree under which 
he stood swayed from side to side, creaking and groaning loudly, 
scattering leaves haphazardly around itself. As Merry approached, 
Pippin's face broke into a familiar smile.
"You took your time," Pippin said, "Im almost frozen right through." He 
giggled and moved closer to Merry, using him as a wind break. "Why are 
we out here in the pouring rain anyway?". 
Pippin looked up at Merry and blinked, puzzled. Merry could have 
melted: Pippin really was beautiful. 
Merry ignored Pippin's question and glanced upwards, praying silently 
that he was about to do the right thing. As he did, the rain fell on 
his face, trickling down his cheeks, combining with the tears which had 
begun to seep from his eyes. Pippin reached out hesitantly to touch the 
side of Merry's face. As he did, the air around them changed, and the 
touch which Pippin gave was unlike any Merry had received from him 
before. It was then Merry realised; Pippin knew. Pippin leaned closer. 
"I love you Meriadoc Brandybuck." He whispered, so quietly Merry could 
barely hear him over the beating of his own heart. 
Merry lowered his face, unable to speak. He dared not take his eyes off 
the breathtakingly beautiful Hobbit which stood before him. Without 
warning, Pippin grabbed Merry's hand and began to drag him toward the 
decrepit hay barn which stood at the border of the field, linking it 
with the next. "Pippin, what are you . . . " Tears still ran down 
Merry's face as he stumbled along behind him. Pippin turned and put his 
finger to his rosy lips, "shhh." As they neared the barn, Merry's heart 
began to beat even faster than before. Pippin let go of Merry's hand 
reluctantly. "Wait here," he commanded, watching Merry's face twist 
into a puzzled frown. He then sighed contentedly and sprinted off. 
Merry waited patiently, the rain still falling. He shivered. Pippin 
reappeared a moment later, a wicked smile on his face. He grabbed 
Merry's hand again and lead him behind the barn to where a small gap 
had been made by pulling apart the iron panels. Merry saw this and 
laughed, "Peregrin Took, you really are no good." Pippin only smiled 
and crawled through the tiny makeshift door. Merry shook his head in 
wonder and followed. 
When inside, Merry noticed the lighting was rather dim and there was a 
strange aroma of flowers. Peering around he spotted Pippin leaning over 
a small table on the opposite side of the room. A small glow erupted 
from where Pippin stood as he lit a series of pale white candles. The 
room became suddenly alive, and Merry noticed small bunches of Lilies 
laying all over the barn. That's why he'd smelt flowers. He couldn't 
help but think this had been planned. Merry's palms got all sweaty and 
his stomach tightened. 
Pippin moved toward a small pile of hay bales which had a blanket 
strategically placed across them with several more blankets in a pile 
nearby. He inspected the hay bales carefully while mumbling something 
under his breath. He then sat and beckoned for Merry to join him. Merry 
ambled over and made himself comfortable before he turned to where his 
friend was. "Pippin, what exactly - " Before he could finish, Merry was 
confronted with a huge, white lily, its pollen-covered stamen dangling 
limply in front of his face. He looked past it to see Pippin smiling 
sheepishly, his face a strange shade of crimson. Merry took the flower 
and placed it on a nearby hay bale, sighing. 
"What's gotten into you today Pip?", he asked, watching Pippin fidget 
with his scarf. Pip said nothing, his stomach twisted in a strange 
angst filled longing.
In the soft light of the candles' flame, Pippin's face glowed 
brilliantly; 'like sunlight on summer days,' thought Merry. He smiled 
at this thought, and all the others which followed, like hot, lazy days 
in the Shire and smoking too much pipe-weed. Pippin still said nothing. 
Instead, he shuffled across the hay bale and sat closer to Merry, 
breathing in the familiar sent of pipe-weed and sweat. At the same 
moment thunder cracked above the barn and both hobbit's grabbed hold of 
each other, shaking. Merry took advantage of the situation and pulled 
Pippin closer so his face was pressed lightly against his chest. Once 
again, the air around them grew thick with tension as Pippin listened 
to the rhythm of Merry's heart. Pippin looked up, and Merry knew that 
what would happen next was inevitable, the glow in Pippins eyes told 
him so. 
Merry reached out and grabbed the scarf which hung around Pippin's 
neck, pulling it toward him, making Pippin giggle nervously. Merry 
leaned down and pressed his lips against Pippins, producing a muffled 
sigh from his companion. Merry felt shaking arms rise and wrap around 
his neck, one hand caressing the soft brown curls on the nape of his 
it. Merry leaned into the kiss, gently nudging Pippin's lips apart with 
his tongue, letting the sweet taste and warmth engulf him. Merry 
released the scarf and let his hands roam the body which lay before 
him. As he trailed his hands down Pippin's chest he felt a small gasp 
against his mouth and Pippin pressed himself hard against Merry's 
hands. Pippin broke the kiss and caught his breath, allowing Merry to 
do the same. Merry removed Pippin's scarf and dropped it on the floor. 
He placed small kisses along the contour of Pippin's jaw, stopping at 
his earlobe, sucking it teasingly. Pippin's heart raced and he became 
exquisitely dizzy. 
Merry pulled back to look at Pippin, and found his eyes filled with 
lust and desire, the likes of which he'd never seen. Reaching behind 
his neck Merry gently gripped onto Pippin's hands, their fingers 
locking together as Merry pushed their bodies down onto the blanket-
covered hay bale beneath them. Merry kneeled above Pippin, unbuttoning 
his companion's shirt while his friend looked on, dazed, his body 
trembling with Merry's touch. Once Pippin's shirt was removed Merry 
felt the already hard lump in his breeches become harder and he began 
removing his own shirt. As his shirt dropped to the ground, he heard 
Pippin sigh, his chest rising as his breathing deepened. "You're 
beautiful," was all Pippin could manage. 
Merry kissed and sucked the perfectly rounded nipples on Pippin's 
chest, circling them with the tip of his tongue. Pippin squirmed, 
letting out a breathless moan. 
With a passionate kiss, Pippin pushed Merry onto his back and straddled 
him. He kissed a trail down Merry's naked chest, making Merry's whole 
body cry out for him. Pippin arrived at the top of Merry's breeches and 
he looked up to see him staring down, a cheeky smile on his face, his 
eyes full of lust. Pippin unfastened Merry's breeches and removed them 
quickly. He then stood in an attempt to remove his own pants, but was 
stopped by Merry who sat up and unfastened them for him, pulling them 
down slowly, letting his warm breath caress Pippin's erection. He 
pulled Pippin back down on top of him, wrapping his legs tightly around 
his body. They lay together, lips locked, tongues exploring the velvety 
texture of each others mouth, their groins rubbing together producing 
more muffled sighs. Merry arched his back and pushed his hips upwards, 
grinding them into Pippin, making him moan. 
Their bodies glistened with sweat in the candle light and the cold of 
the day outside was soon forgotten. Pippin slid out of Merry's embrace 
and reached into a small pile of hay nearby, pulling out a small glass 
bottle. Merry half sat up, surprised. "What are you up to Pippin? 
Anything I should know about?", Pippin just shot him and wicked smile 
and pushed him back down. Slowly Pippin unscrewed the lid of the bottle 
and placed it on the floor. He then poured a small amount of the liquid 
onto Merry's chest, letting it trickle across the smooth skin. The 
smell of lavender filled the room. Pippin began to massage the oil into 
Merry's chest, running his fingers over his nipples, around his 
bellybutton, across his shoulders . . . Soon, Merry's entire body was 
slick with oil and he was completely lost in Pippin's touch. 
They lay side by side, facing each other with their fingers entwined. 
Pippin began to kiss the hollow of Merry's neck, letting his tongue 
dart lazily in and out of his mouth, savouring the salty taste of his 
lovers sweat. Pippin found his hand being guided toward Merry's 
erection where it was skilfully placed. Pippin smiled into Merry's neck 
as he rubbed his cock slowly, sometimes stopping and tracing a path 
around the tip of it with his finger, but when Merry started moaning, 
he increased his speed, making Merry's whole body tingle as he lost all 
sense of time. 
As he climaxed, Merry felt the warmth of Pippin's breath against his 
neck and as his stomach became deliciously sticky with sweat and cum, 
he had the sudden realisation; He had done the right thing. 
"Now it's my turn," Pippin whispered seductively into Merry's ear, 
causing him to awake from his dazed stupor. 
"And what do you plan to do?" Merry asked breathlessly. In a sort of 
silent answer, Pippin took the small bottle which sat propped up 
against some hay, and poured some oil onto his hand. Merry looked 
puzzled as Pippin rubbed his hands together vigorously. He then leaned 
back down placing his palms lightly on Merry's chest so he was face to 
face with his new lover. 
"I want to try something . . . " He stopped. "If you'll let me." 
Merry pushed himself up and kissed Pippin deeply, as if to say yes. 
Pippin kept their mouths locked and he moved his hand down between 
Merry's legs, nudging them apart with his hand. Carefully, Pippin slid 
one finger inside Merry, making him gasp and pull his mouth away. 
"I'm sorry," said Pippin hurriedly as he withdrew his finger 
completely. 
Merry shook his head, "No, no I'm fine, keep going. It's ok." 
Pippin needed no encouragement as he continued to slide his finger in 
and out of Merry's body, once again kissing him deeply. Pippin drew 
himself back and urged Merry to turn over so he was kneeling on all 
fours. He continued to slide his finger in and out of Merry, hearing 
his lover gasp every now and then. Pippin finally could bare it no 
longer and he pushed his erection inside Merry for the first time, 
making himself gasp. 
The smell of lavender became increasingly stronger as their bodies 
pressed together. Pippin moved faster working himself into a dizzying 
state of ecstasy, his body crying out for release. As he moved back and 
forth the release his body craved came and he collapsed on top of 
Merry, gasping for breath until he could move again. 
Laying side by side, the lovers embraced. Merry's eyes slowly closed as 
he drifted in and out of sleep while Pippin smoothed the hair back from 
Merry's face, placing several small kisses on his forehead. Pippin sat 
up reluctantly and took two blankets from the pile at their feet, 
pulling one over Merry, the other he wrapped loosely around himself. A 
faint tap came from the side of the barn and Pippin realised it had 
stopped raining. Pulling the blanket tighter around himself, he made 
his way to the temporary door. A small head pushed through the hole and 
giggled gingerly at what he saw. 
"Frodo! Oh no you don't. Back up." Pippin said with a smile. 
"I was just coming to look for the, um." He made a curvy shape with his 
hands, "bottle, that's it. Sam's driving me mad looking for it!" He 
took one last look at Merry, smiled again and pushed himself back out 
onto the field. Pippin shuffled over to where the bottle lay, empty on 
the floor. Merry stirred. 
" What did Frodo want?" He said. 
"Oh . . . nothing. Close your eyes." Pippin stole another look at 
Merry, grabbed the empty bottle and shuffled back over to the door. 
"Frodo" he whispered. "Hello?". Frodo wasn't there, so Pippin sighed 
and crawled with great difficulty out of the barn and onto the damp 
grass outside. 
Frodo and Sam stood together, their arms around one another, laughing 
merrily. "Thanks Pip" Sam said with a wink, "I've been looking for that 
everywhere." Frodo giggled as Sam shoved the bottle in his pocket. 
"You didn't come to find it at all!," Pippin said laughing. 
A rustle came from behind them and they turned to see Merry emerge from 
the barn. "What's all this then?" He said, trying to squeeze himself 
out of the small hole and getting stuck.
Sam grabbed Frodo's hand. They turned and began skipping toward the 
Shire; past the great tree which no longer creaked and through the 
ancient gate which stood open: just how Merry had left it. The setting 
sun in the east outlined the shape of their bodies as they skipped 
away. 
Pippin turned to find Merry standing behind him, smiling. "I knew you'd 
planned it," Merry said. 
Pippin half ran, kind of shuffled, mostly tripped into Merry's arms 
giggling. Pippin turned again toward the sunset. 
The golden rays of the sun danced across the sky, highlighting the 
clouds, making it seem as if heaven itself were lined with strands of 
pink and orange silk. Pippin felt warm arms wrap around his waist and 
Merry's head came to rest perfectly on his shoulder. 
He whispered softly in Pippin's ear, "I love you Peregrin Took," 
Pippin placed his own hands over Merry's, their fingers locking, "I 
love you too, Merry Brandybuck." 
Pippin turned his head toward Merry and their lips met for another 
sweet, slow kiss. Somewhere on the silken horizon, two shapes skipped 
across the landscape, hands linked, laughing happily. 
Another day had ended and love had come to the Shire once more. Things 
were never going to be the same. 
Fin.