Seven Heavenly Virtues V:
Orithain and Rina
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~ Justice: fairness, equity, and impartiality ~
"Thereís no justice in the world," Sam Gamgee
groaned. He was lying flat on his back in the snow, staring up at the pale
winter sky and trying to catch his breath. "No justice at all
when..." His view was blocked by Frodoís grinning face and then
obliterated completely by another snowball. "When even my own Mr. Frodo
gangs up on me with that Brandybuck and that Took!"
Muttering that last to himself, Sam gave a patently false
roar and charged up out of the snow, shaking himself like a badger come out
of hibernation and hurling snowballs at the other three Hobbits.
Frodo tried to look fearful, but he was laughing too hard.
In fact he laughed so much that he collapsed to his knees in a snow bank,
blue eyes sparkling up at Sam as he brushed dark curls out of his eyes.
"I had to help them, Sam," he giggled. "Itís Merry
and Pippin, after all. They need all the help they can get!"
"Hey!" Pippin hurled a snowball at Frodo.
"Are ye saying we canít take the two of you?"
Merry asked belligerently, adding his own volley to Pippinís.
Sam lobbed a loosely packed snowball into Merryís face.
"That sounds like a challenge to me!" Pippin
crowed, making and throwing another snowball, this time at Sam in defense of
Still laughing, Frodo staggered to his feet and retaliated.
Sam ducked the missile and quickly packed together several
more balls, handing two to Frodo before hurling his own at the other
Hobbits. "Weíll see the two of you face down before this is
over!" he called.
Merry snorted out a laugh that turned into a cough when one
of Frodoís shots caught him full in the face. "Only if you take us to
the Green Dragon!"
"I thought I was the only one you liked to see face
down?" Frodo pouted, lashes lowered to hide the laughter sparkling in
"Yes, stick to Frodo," Pippin yelled as he threw
another snowball. "Merryís mine!"
Sam stopped, his mouth hanging agape long enough to get
himself hit with shots from both Merry and Pippin. "I didnít mean it that
way," he protested, looking to Frodo for support.
"Ahh, but thatís the way it sounded," Merry
laughed, ducking an ill-timed throw and lofting one of his own in the air
"You do look... edible when you blush, Samwise
Gamgee," Frodo chuckled, ducking the snowball but not quickly enough.
He yelped when it hit him and some of the snow slid down under his shirt.
"Good shot, Merry!" Pippin crowed triumphantly,
following up with a snowball that scored on Sam when Frodoís cry
"Of course it was!" Merry called back as he darted
behind a tree.
"Mister Frodo, theyíre going to be beating us if weíre
not careful," Sam hissed, grabbing Frodo by the shoulders and turning
him bodily so that the next barrage hit his back and not its intended
"But then theyíd be pleased with themselves and go
home. And leave us alone," he added meaningfully.
"I think theyíre plotting, Merry," Pippin
whispered, peering through the branches at the other couple.
"Aye," Merry muttered, bending low to the ground
and creeping up on the other two, motioning for Pippin to do the same.
Samís hazel eyes widened at Frodoís comment, then he
grinned. "That they would. All right, short and sweet then."
Turning, he scooped up handfuls of snow, hurling it at anything that moved.
"Sam, I donít think that rabbit appreciated your
snowball," Frodo observed, laughing again.
Pippin suddenly let out a war whoop as he and Merry pounced,
nailing both of their friends with snowballs simultaneously.
Shaking the snow out of his face, Sam retaliated as best he
could, actually catching Pippin around the waist and tossing him into a
snowbank when the youngest Hobbit got too near.
"Hey now, none of that!" Merry called, only to
find himself bowled over by Frodo.
"Didnít want Pippin to miss you," Frodo said
sweetly, making sure to keep out of grabbing distance.
"Bullies!" Pippin declared, shifting until he was
on top of Merry. "Oh, thatís much warmer. Much better!"
"Never mind that my bottomís freezing," Merry
grumbled good naturedly.
"Well, if you go inside, you can warm it," Sam
offered before turning crimson when he realized what that sounded like he
"Stop flirting with Merry!" Pippin demanded,
trying not to laugh at Samís horror.
"Iím going to think Iím boring you, Sam!"
Frodo chimed in.
"I - I," Sam stammered, burying his face in his
hands and collapsing in the snow, not wanting to look at any of the others.
"Are you saying that you arenít flirting with me,
Samwise?" Merry asked, sounding highly offended. Samís only answer
was a moan of horror.
"Oh, Merry, Iím sure he was. After all, who could
resist you? Donít you agree, Frodo?"
"Absolutely," Frodo replied emphatically.
"Youíre a fine figure of a Hobbit, Merry."
"I wasnít!" Sam wailed, causing Merry to pout
and look pointedly at Pippin.
"Oh dear, Iím going to have to convince Merry of his
attractiveness now," Pippin sighed an instant before pouncing on the
other Hobbit enthusiastically. His arms went around Merryís neck, and his
mouth covered its opposite as he tried his utmost to show just how
attractive he found Merry.
"I think you hurt his feelings, Sam," Frodo
Sam snorted and shook the snow out of his hair. "I donít
think Mr. Merryís mindiní too much right now," he commented,
watching the other couple roll around in the snow together.
"Theyíre melting the snow," Frodo agreed.
"Do you think theyíll notice if we go in and roll around in front of
a nice fire?"
"Iím not much for stopping them to tell them,"
Sam grinned, moving closer to Frodo and brushing the snow from his shoulders
and back... and lower. "They might decide to come in and join us."
"Good point. So letís go in and have tea and get warm
while we wait for them to notice theyíre alone out here." Frodo
laughed as he looked down at the younger Hobbits. "Though it may be a
Sam looked down at the other pair as well, and he shook his
head as he and Frodo started toward Bag End. "If either of them freezes
off anythiní important, weíll never hear the end of it."
"Theyíre both too fond of each otherís important
bits to allow that to happen. Besides, Pippin would get hungry long before
that could happen."
"Very true, Mr. Frodo," Sam laughed, holding open
the gate and then the door as they trudged inside, hanging their cloaks on
the pegs in the mudroom to dry. "Now you just sit there by the fire,
and Iíll make us up some tea," he ordered.
"Sam, I am perfectly capable of boiling water,"
Frodo said with fond exasperation. "I have no intention of sitting here
while youíre busy."
Sam folded his arms over his chest and looked at Frodo
sternly. "You can be warminí up that blanket we curl up together
under, all right?"
"I thought I was supposed to be in charge here?"
Giving up, Frodo sat down with the blanket and through the doorway watched
Sam bustle around the kitchen.
"Youíre Bag Endís master, Mr. Frodo," Sam
answered mildly as he stoked up the fire and swung the kettle over it.
"Of course youíre in charge."
"Of course I am," Frodo repeated dryly. "Thatís
why I always end up doing what you want, my Sam."
Sam stuck his head around the kitchen doorway, looking
wounded. "Now, I only want the best for you, Mr. Frodo."
"Youíd wrap me in this blanket and put me on a shelf
if Iíd let you. Fortunately, I have ways to distract you."
"Not on a shelf," Sam protested. "In bed
"I like the sound of that. Tell me more," Frodo
Sam flushed and tugged at his shirt collar. "Well then,
if youíre to be put to bed, I should get you out of those damp clothes
"First we need to lock the door so Merry and Pippin donít
interrupt! Though I imagine theyíre on their way back to their own
"Theyíd best be!" Sam answered, checking on the
kettle before padding back into the other room and settling down on the sofa
"If not, weíll just ignore them till they go
away," Frodo replied, turning toward Sam and raising the blanket to
cover him as well as they curled together.
"This is Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin youíre talking
about; I donít think anyone can ignore them when they get on a
rampage," Sam commented wryly, tucking an arm behind Frodoís back and
pulling him close.
"Oh, I think I can concentrate on you well enough to
block them out... as long as Pippin doesnít start yelling for food, of
course." Frodo chuckled as he shifted half onto Samís lap, smiling at
Samís expression turned bemused, and he nodded, using the
motion to nuzzle his face against Frodoís neck. "He can keep yelling;
weíre not going near that door."
Before Frodo could reply, the door banged open, and Merry
and Pippin tumbled in. "Did you make tea yet?" Pippin demanded
"We didnít lock the door," Frodo groaned,
burying his face against Samís curls.
Merry snatched the blanket from across Frodo and Samís
laps and wrapped himself and Pippin in it. "Weíre half frozen!"
Sam grumbled and glared at the intruders. "You do have
yer own hole to go to if you want to get warm," he stated.
"Yes, but being with friends warms our hearts as
well," Pippin replied sweetly, widening his eyes.
Frodo rolled his eyes.
"If we ignore Ďem, will they go away?" Sam
asked, turning to look at Frodo.
"Hardly!" Merry laughed, dropping to the floor in
front of the fire and settling Pippin in his lap. "Now then, is that
the kettle I hear whistling?"
"Weíre going to have to feed them," Frodo
sighed. "Theyíre worse than geese! Once you feed them once, youíre
stuck with them forever!"
"Yes!" Pippin chuckled. "So where are
"Stray dogs seems a more fit description to me,"
Sam muttered, giving the other two another hard glare before scrambling to
his feet. He snatched the blanket back and gave it to Frodo before stomping
into the kitchen to fix the tea and put together a meal.
"I think weíve vexed Master Gamgee," Merry
commented, looking wide-eyed.
"I think we frustrated him!" Pippin
giggled, setting Frodo off as well.
"Well then, weíd best be careful he doesnít drop
our tea in our laps to frustrate us," Merry exclaimed.
"No justice in the world aítal," Sam mumbled to
himself as he fixed the tray, carry it in and setting it on the table, then
going back into the kitchen for the teapot and mugs.
Frodo started to get up to help Sam, wanting to sooth him,
but he realized that would only agitate his over-protective lover even more,
so he subsided onto the sofa, sighing. "Love is better than justice,
Sam," he called, overhearing the muttered comment.
"Oh, love is the best," Pippin agreed fervently,
kissing Merry suddenly as love made him think of the other Hobbit.
"That is is,í Merry agreed, kissing Pippin back
enthusiastically, then feeding him a bit of chicken heíd snatched from one
of the plates.
Sam padded back in and poured four mugs of tea before
answering. "Right now Iím not agreeing with you, Mr. Frodo."
Frodo batted his lashes at him. "You donít love me
Pippin buried his face against Merryís chest, trying to
muffle his laughter.
Sam blinked and reddened. "Now I didnít say that..."
Merry nicked a chip for himself, eating it to keep from
laughing aloud at Samís apparent discomfort at the situation.
Frodo tried to hush him but lost his own battle against
"Oh, Sam," he got out between peals, "I do
Sam sighed and dropped onto the sofa, staring into his mug
of tea. "I know, Mr. Frodo."
"I donít know, Frodo," Merry mused. "I donít
think Sam believes it much right now; I think you need to show him."
"I think youíre right, Master Brandybuck." Frodo
disentangled himself from the blanket, took Samís tea and placed it on the
table, then caught hold of Samís shoulders and yanked him down on top of
himself. His arms and legs went around Sam, and his mouth closed over the
other Hobbitís eagerly.
"Merry! Theyíre more exciting than we are!"
Unwilling to let that happen, Pippin pounced on Merry.
Sam squawked, the sound cut off when Frodo kissed him
soundly. He struggled for a moment, then found himself relaxing and
returning the kiss, one hand carding through Frodoís hair, the other
holding him close.
"No, they arenít, Pip..." Merryís protest was
cut off as Pippin tried to inhale him, not that he minded in the last as was
evidenced by his reciprocation.
Frodo moaned happily as Samís weight settled on him,
pressing him into the cushions. His hands tugged Samís shirt free of his
trousers, letting him reach up under it and knead the firm muscles of Samís
Meanwhile, Pippin was wrapped around Merry and sitting in
his lap, rocking against the growing erection he could feel beneath him.
"Mr. Frodo," Sam groaned, gasping for breath as
Frodo squirmed under him. "Mr. Frodo, weíre in the... Mr. Merry and
Mr. Pippin are here!"
"I donít think theyíll mind!" Frodo knew he
would normally blush even to consider this, but somehow all he could think
of was Sam. And he was rather displeased that the same wasnít true of his
lover, so he redoubled his efforts, kissing him hungrily.
"But - but..." Sam gasped before Frodoís kisses
and roving hands drove his protests out of his mind and he began his own
"Mmm." Frodo rumbled happily, arching his back as
Sam petted him. One of his own hands glided down over Samís back and
beneath his trousers to cup a firm buttock, pulling him closer.
Sam shivered and rocked down against Frodoís pliant body,
feeling the other Hobbitís hard shaft rubbing against his own, separated
only by their breeks and trousers. "Love you," he whispered,
rubbing his face against the smooth skin of Frodoís neck before licking
the curve of his ear.
"Love you too," Frodo breathed, his knees sliding
higher to grip Samís hips, ankles locked together behind Sam. He moaned as
they moved, one hand reaching between them to fumbled at their trousers,
wanting to feel bare skin but too uncoordinated to manage it.
"Let me," Sam rasped, pulling back enough to get
at the ties that held their breeches closed, yanking at them and finally
getting them apart, pushing the cloth aside so that only satiny skin was
below his fingertips.
Frodo whimpered hungrily when Sam touched him, his hips
rising sharply, raising Sam momentarily. He fumbled for the blanket and
pulled it over them, vaguely remembering that they should stay covered for
some reason, then concentrated on Samís hands on him. His fingers moved
shakily over Samís back, stroking him, then glided forward over a hipbone
to brush against Samís erection.
Sam gasped and arched his back, loving the feeling of Frodoís
fingers mapping his flesh. He licked the other Hobbitís ear again before
suckling on the lobe, knowing it was something Frodo adored.
Frodo suddenly bit down on Samís shoulder to muffle his
cry, and he tugged at Sam, urging him to lie down against him as they rocked
together. "Please," he gasped, writhing enticingly.
Whimpering in agreement, Sam lowered himself to lie fully
against Frodo, groaning at the feel of aroused flesh against his own. He
caught Frodoís mouth in a demanding kiss and rocked against him, grunting
as Frodo arched up to meet him.
They quickly fell into a familiar rhythm, blue eyes and
brown staring into each other as they moved together, both eager and yet
wanting this to last forever.
"Frodo..." Sam cried out, feeling his body tighten
in preface to his orgasm. He gripped the older Hobbit closer, grinding down
Gasping, Frodo thrust up again and again, arms and legs
tight around the other Hobbit, then he yanked on Samís hair, pulling him
into a kiss as he came, crying out into Samís mouth.
Sam lay there for long moments, panting, loving the feeling
of Frodo beneath him and knowing that heíd been the cause of his loverís
pleasure. "Love..." he began before hearing a sharp cry from by
the fireplace. Eyes widening, Sam turned his head to see Merry and Pippin
grinding together, much as he and Frodo had been moments before. He gave a
squeak and hid his face against Frodoís shoulder, at the same time,
grabbing the blanket to make sure his master was completely covered.
"I told you they wouldnít notice us," Frodo
chuckled, though he too made sure they were both covered.
"Yeah, but now weíre noticiní them,"
Sam moaned, not raising his face from Frodoís throat.
"I think youíre supposed to be concentrating on me
just now," Frodo retorted, rubbing his cheek against Samís curls.
"Iím trying, Mr. Frodo," Sam swore, only to
wince as he heard Pippin cry out. "Itís just theyíre awful
"He is rather high-pitched," Frodo agreed.
"But I think theyíre almost done." He kept his eyes resolutely
on Sam, refusing to look at the other couple.
"I hope so!" Sam said fervently, wincing when he
heard Pippin cry out again.
"They do seem to be enjoying themselves," Frodo
said rather desperately as Merry yelled Pippinís name.
"I just never want to know how much again!"
"Youíre just jealous," Merry drawled, pushing
off Pippin to lean on one elbow, the fingers of his other hand still
entwined in the younger Hobbitís hair.
"And have reason to be," Pippin murmured happily,
immediately rolling with Merry to press up against him. He peered over at
the blanket-covered lump on the sofa and laughed breathlessly. "Can you
breathe under there?"
"Perfectly," Frodo retorted, pushed the blanket
back down to their shoulders, where it had been before Sam caught another
glimpse of the younger Hobbits. "And I can assure we have no need to be
jealous," he added loftily.
Sam risked a glance at the other two and winced, feeling his
ears heat up. "Thereís another blanket on the chair there," he
"And how do you suggest we move to get it?" Merry
Calmer now, Pippin started to blush, hiding against Merry.
Shaking his head, Frodo squirmed around under the blanket to
fasten his trousers and smooth down his hopelessly rumpled shirt. Once
somewhat presentable, he slid out, taking care not to pull the blanket off
Sam, and went across to the other one, which he tossed on top of Merry and
Sam struggled to fix his own breeches, then hopped to his
feet as well, busying himself with refreshing the tea and fixing plates for
all of them.
Merry held the blanket up so that Pippin could rearrange his
clothes, then kissed the younger Hobbit when he returned the favor.
"Well then, that certainly worked up my appetite," he exclaimed,
taking the plate Sam offered and handing it to Pippin.
Frodo bit into a biscuit to hide his grin at Samís blush.
"Indeed," he said blandly, sounding just like Bilbo for a moment.
"In the very best way," Pippin put in, eagerly
taking his own plate even as he snatched a mushroom from Merryís.
Sam shifted uncomfortably and ran a hand through his tousled
hair before nibbling at his own meal, unable to meet anyoneís eyes but
"Hey now!" Merry protested, grabbing a mushroom to
replace his lost one.
"Itís all right, love," Frodo murmured, ignoring
the wrestling match on the floor as Merry and Pippin battled over the food.
"Itís only Merry and Pippin, our friends. Nothingís changed."
"I know," Sam answered, still sounding unhappy.
"But itís private-like and..." he paused again, at a loss for
Frodo bit his lip, feeling guilty. "Iím sorry. I
shouldnít have pushed you," he said quietly, unable to meet Samís
Samís eyes widened, and he jerked his head up to stare at
Frodo. "No! I didnít mean - I liked it just fine, Mr. Frodo, Ďcause
it was you aní me and..." He darted a look at Merry and Pippin, who
were watching them curiously. "Donít be feeliní bad because Iím a
"But I made you feel bad. You tried to tell me to stop,
and I didnít listen."
Pippinís eyes widened, and he darted a glance at Merry,
not sure whether they should go or stay.
"Now, Mr. Frodo," Sam said, bending his head to
meet the other Hobbitís eyes, "if I hadnít wanted to do it, do ya
think I would have?"
Merry tightened his arms around Pippin and shook his head,
sure that leaving now would just make things more difficult.
Thinking about how stubborn Sam could be in his own quiet
way, Frodo had to admit, "No, not really," with a tiny smile.
"Itís not something Iíd want to do often," he said, trying to
explain his actions, "but I feel comfortable with Merry and Pippin,
like I donít have to hide how I feel about you."
Listening, Pippin smiled slightly as well, understanding
exactly what Frodo meant.
Sam nodded and gave a bit of a grin. "Next time though,
we lock the door."
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