Author: Nfinity Nite Author’s Email: darkelf_crystal@yahoo.com Title: Midnight Reverie Pairing: Merry/Pippin Summary: Recently reunited after the Final Battle, Merry shows a still healing Pippin the way he loves him. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Slash, but why else would you read it? Incest, but that can be overlooked. Happy ending, but maybe that’s a good thing? Disclaimer: I don’t own anything related to LOTR (Tolkien does), only my own twisted fantasies. Archive: Don’t care. Feedback: I have to feed the chipmunks somehow. It would be much appreciated. Author’s Note: Well, it’s short, sweet, and full of hobbit lovin’. What more do you want? I also noticed that there isn’t much talking so it’s not really too deep, you know? Sorry. Midnight Reverie August, 2003 When they’d brought him in, Merry had thought he was dead. He remembered how he’d broken down completely and how the Lady Éowyn had held him as he’d sobbed. Then the miraculous announcement: Pippin was alive! He was grievously injured, but alive. Merry thought he’d die with relief. And the moment Pippin had woken up the first word on his lips was: “Merry.” They’d led him into the tent-like structure and warned him that Pippin needed plenty of time to heal. Like he hadn’t seen Pippin when they’d brought him off the battlefield. Extremely pale, he was, with crimson blood caked dry on his forehead and, when they’d taken off the armour and weskit and the undershirt, the angry purple-black starbursts on his ribs. They had thought that he was dead too. Then they’d seen the slight rise and fall of his chest, heard the laboured breath drawn. Merry felt relieved tears coming to his eyes at the memory. Pippin was his life, he couldn’t breathe without him. Pippin had smiled bravely when Merry had come to him. There were five stitches in his forehead from his helmet and two of his ribs were broken and another fractured. There was also an arrow wound on his thigh that came very close to a more intimate spot. “Merry,” Pippin had whispered, his green eyes wide and shining with unshed tears. “I knew I’d get back to you.” Merry saw that each breath drawn to form words was torture for Pippin so he’d silenced him. “I’m here Pippin. Just rest and I’ll take care of you.” Now, almost three months later, Pippin was able to walk short distances and his breathing had become almost normal. The stitches had been removed and the arrow wound was almost healed. Pippin’s face was brighter. During the first week of rest he’d regained some color and his cheeks had lost their deathly pallor. He smiled more often and was more like the Pippin Merry’d known before the Quest: cheerful, mischievous, innocent. “Merry?” Merry rolled over in the bed he shared with Pippin and faced his cousin. “What’s going to happen now?” Merry looked thoughtful. “I don’t know, Pip.” He glanced at Pippin’s still pale face. “But I do know that we’ll be together.” Merry felt Pippin’s smile through the dark of the night. “Really,” he whispered, his voice holding a pleading note as if he didn’t believe Merry. He sounded like a small child who had a nightmare and doesn’t believe his father when he says there are no monsters under the bed. Merry’s heart swelled. Oh how he loved the lad. “Yes, Pippin. I can’t stand to be apart from you anymore.” ‘Should I tell him,’ his mind asked his heart. ‘I almost lost him once, I can’t bear to lose him again.’ ‘Do it,’ his heart answered. ‘You’ll never get the chance again and you could lose him without him knowing.’ Merry looked into Pippin’s green eyes, green eyes that were slowly closing, eyes he’d been afraid he’d never see again and he uttered the words he’d held in his heart for years. “I want to tell you something, Pip.” Pippin opened his eyes again at Merry’s serious tone. “Before I lose my nerve,” he continued. “I almost lost you.” Tears came to his eyes and he brushed them away impatiently. “When they brought you in that night, I thought you were dead. And I want you to know, should we ever be in this kind of danger again, that I love you Pippin Took.” To his amazement, Pippin smiled. “I love you too Merry. I always have.” Merry leaned toward him and gently pressed their lips together in their first kiss. Merry broke it and looked into Pippin’s eyes again. He saw wonder and a deep, soulful love reflected in them. It was the same love he felt in his own heart. He kissed Pippin again, with more passion. Pippin moaned against Merry’s mouth and Merry took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Pippin’s mouth. Both hobbits moaned when their tongues touched, igniting liquid fires that spread through their veins. Pippin put his arms around Merry and reached under his shirt to rub Merry’s back. Everywhere his fingers traced their silky patterns, Merry’s flesh burned. Pippin gasped suddenly when Merry pulled him closer to him, their bodies pressed together hairy foot to curly hobbit head, breaking the kiss. They were both panting, their cheeks flushed and their eyes bright with passion. “No one has ever kissed me like that before,” Pippin whispered breathlessly. Merry smiled. He planted a light kiss on Pippin’s forehead, and then his nose and both closed eyelids. Then he moved to the side and kissed Pippin’s jaw line and nibbled at the base of a slightly pointed ear, enjoying the small gasps and squeaks he was eliciting from Pippin. Then he suckled the lobe and a sharp, low moan was drawn out of Pippin’s throat. Pippin involuntarily shuddered and thrust his body against Merry’s, making the older hobbit moan and thrust back. Their erections pressed together creating a friction that made Merry let out a loud hiss as he lightly bit Pippin’s earlobe. Pippin, wondering at the reaction he’d gotten from Merry, experimentally thrust again, causing Merry to let out a small squeaky sort of moan. Pippin’s erection throbbed and a burning, intense, panicky feeling began building in the pit of his stomach. The long, hard thrusts that Merry was now making just made the fiery feeling more intense, until it got so Pippin couldn’t bear it. He released. Merry watched in fascination as Pippin’s passion crested. His love’s face was a beautiful rosy color and, as Merry felt Pippin release against him, Pippin bit his lip and thrust his head back, his hands clutching Merry’s arms. He cried out suddenly, “Merry!”, making Merry remember his own need. He thrust against Pippin once more and released, saying Pippin’s name over and over in a feverish whisper, as if he were praying. They lay there together, Merry on top of Pippin (minding the mending ribs) for a moment both panting. Then Pippin looked up into Merry’s eyes. “So what’s going to happen now,” Pippin asked again. Merry shrugged sleepily. He rolled over to lie beside the Took. “I guess we’ll go home, Pippin. Back to the Shire.” Merry smiled at the thought of home. “Will we ever be the same again?” Merry turned and looked at Pippin, smiling softly as he touched the auburn curls. “No Pippin, we won’t. We’ll be together. People might not understand.” Pippin frowned. “But, why wouldn’t they understand? Won’t they be happy for us?” Merry’s smile had turned sad. “Hush now, baby. Those are questions for another day. Let’s get some sleep.” He paused then added quietly, “I love you.” Pippin turned to face Merry, snuggled his face into Merry’s chest, and smiled. “I love you too.” FIN A/N: Wasn’t that sappy? If you actually *liked* this, don’t hesitate to give feedback (or if you hated it and wish I would burn in Hell for writing it)! My e-mail is up at the top. ¡Muchas gracias!