Seven Deadly Sins III
Orithain and Rina
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~ Envy is the desire for othersí traits, status,
abilities, or situation. ~
Sitting at a table in the Dragon, a bowl of flavorful
pipeweed in his hand, a mug of excellent ale before him, and his friends
around him, Merry should have been quite satisfied, but he wasnít. Try as
he might to keep his attention on Frodoís story, it kept wandering to the
couples dancing together or cuddling on the benches.
The more he watched, the more his discontent grew until he
was fairly bursting with it. Those Hobbits could cuddle and coo and kiss in
public (not that he was much for the cooing part, but the rest was nice),
but if he so much as took Pippinís hand, they were looked at
condescendingly. It was a well-known fact that young Hobbit lads sometimes
turned to each other for affection before settling down with a lass to raise
a family, but Merry didnít want that, ever. He wanted Pip, and he didnít
care what anyone said about it.
Still watching the couples, he sucked on his pipe, unaware
that he was frowning mightily.
Panting and perspiring, Pippin dropped back onto the bench
beside Merry as the dance ended, swallowing down his ale in long quaffs.
"You should join the dancing, Merry. The music and lasses are lively
tonight... though a snack wouldnít be amiss now." He looked around,
trying to get the serving girlís attention to order some food and another
"Enjoying it, are you?" Merry asked, his dark tone
drawing glances from the others at the table.
"Iíll see about refills for all of us," Sam said
quickly, gathering up their mugs. "Might put some folk in a better mood
if they had a bit more ale."
"And a bit of something to eat!" Pippin put in.
"Iíll go with you, Sam, to help you carry it all. We
wouldnít want to spill anything," Frodo offered, as eager as Sam to
be away before Merry unleashed his very obvious displeasure on the oblivious
Smiling happily now that he was assured ale and food would
be forthcoming, Pippin turned to Merry, only to pause in surprise at the
dark frown. "Why, Merry, whateverís the matter?"
"Enjoying the lasses and the music are you?" Merry
asked sourly. "And which would you be enjoying more?"
"Which... Merry! You silly Hobbit, youíre
jealous," Pippin realized, eyes widening. "You know youíre the
one I... love, but we can hardly dance together, Merry."
"I know that!" Merry snapped before taking a deep
breath, trying to get hold of his anger as it really wasnít Pipís fault
he was in this mood. "I suppose Iím not supposed to mind it since you
Pippin gaped at him, taken aback. "But... but... Merry,
why didnít you say something? I donít have to dance, you
"And look a bigger fool than I do already? Itís not
that I mind you dancing, Pippin. Itís that I want to be the one dancing
"Itís not that Iím against the idea, you
understand, but, well, the aunts wouldnít like it at all!" Pippin
shuddered, just imagining the elderly Hobbit ladiesí likely reactions to
seeing the two of them dancing.
"Well then, I suppose Iíd better find a lass to dance
with so I donít upset the aunts, shouldnít I?" Merry stood and
plucked a mug out of Frodoís hand, draining the contents before handing it
back to him. "Canít have the aunts not liking things, can we?"
"But... thatís not what I meant," Pippin
finished disconsolately to Merryís retreating back. He took another of the
mugs from Frodo and drank his down as well, watching Merry unhappily.
Not knowing what to say, Frodo simply laid a comforting hand
on his shoulder for a moment before sitting back down with Sam.
"Iím sure Mr. Merry didnít mean it like it
sounded," Sam offered, trying to console the obviously upset Pippin.
"Go on and drink your ale, heíll be back right soon."
Merry tried, but his heart wasnít in his flirting with the
lasses, and he found his gaze straying to the table where the other three
sat, Pippin looking thunderstruck and Frodo and Sam both disapproving.
Finally giving up as the whole exercise had left him feeling worse rather
than better, he returned, bearing more ale for everyone.
"All right, Iím a daft fool; go ahead and tell me I
am," he muttered, sliding onto the bench alongside Pip.
Frodo turned to Sam and started a conversation, very
obviously giving the other two some privacy.
Pippin sighed, leaning his head on Merryís shoulder.
"Iím sorry, Merry. I never thought... I didnít much like it either
just now when you went to dance. I wish..." He trailed off with a sigh,
knowing that they both wanted the same things and they werenít likely to
Merry nodded and tilted his head to the side, resting his
cheek against Pippinís curls for a moment before appearances necessitated
them both sitting up again. "I wish we could too, Pip. Youíre the
only one I want to be holding on the dance floor."
"So weíll have a private party, just the four of
us," Frodo put in suddenly, "and weíll dance as we please."
"That would be nice," Pippin agreed. "And for
tonight, well, Iíve danced enough. Iíll be perfectly happy to sit here
with my ale," he paused to peer mournfully into his empty tankard,
"and some good food."
Merry managed a smile at that. "Thatís my Pip;
nothing spoils his appetite or his thirst for ale." He slid a hand
under the table and clasped Pippinís fingers with his for a brief moment.
"But weíll hold you to that party, Frodo. Tomorrow, say? Dinner, some
of that Old Winyard Bilbo put up, then dancing?"
Sam sat straighter in his seat at that. "And what will
you two be bringing to this party besides your appetites?"
"Our fine company, of course," Pippin retorted
while Frodo took a hasty gulp of ale to cover his laughter.
Laughing aloud at Samís disgruntled snort, Merry squeezed
Pippinís hand again before letting go. "Thatís all any party needs,
"I agree." Pippin ignored Sam utterly, turning to
Frodo instead. "Is tomorrow night all right then?"
"Of course. Weíll have a fine meal and drinks and
music and dancing. Itíll be fun. You and Merry can take your turns at
being the musicians too."
"Seems weíre not the only ones who want to dance
together then," Merry chuckled, his previous mood vanished like shadows
when the sun comes out from behind a cloud. "A fine night it will
"Well, come on, then," Pippin said with
exasperation. "Ye seemed eager enough last night, so why are you taking
so long? Weíre only going to Frodoís." Tapping one foot
impatiently, he watched the other Hobbit finish dressing. "If you donít
hurry, Sam will hide away all the food!"
"Priorities, dear cousin," Merry laughed, pulling
his bracers up over his shoulders, then reaching for his waistcoat and
putting it on as well. "And I wouldnít be taking quite so long to get
dressed if you hadnít turned my knees to jelly earlier, now would I?"
He gave a wink a Pippinís grin and picked up his coat,
slipping into it. "Have to look míbest for the party."
"And here I thought you were looking your best for
me." Pippin eyed him and licked his lips. "I hope whatever Frodoís
gotten in for the evening is half as appealing as you are."
"Iím hoping it isnít; that way youíll be keeping
your interest on me tonight and not the food." Saying that, Merry
pulled Pippin in for a kiss before nudging him toward the door. "Now
come on or Sam will have our hides for making them wait dinner on us."
"And you call me greedy!" Pippin chuckled as they
started out, arms comfortably around one anotherís waists and ignoring the
scandalized expression of one passerby. Tonight they were going to enjoy
being together, and everyone else could just keep their opinions to
"You are," Merry laughed. "What I meant was,
the sooner we eat, the sooner we can dance." Humming a sprightly tune
under his breath, he walked alongside Pippin toward Bag End, ready for an
evening of fun, good food and better companionship.
When they arrived at Bag End, Pippin had barely raised his
hand to knock on the door when Frodo himself flung it open, much to Samís
dismay. Ignoring the other Hobbitís mutters about how it wasnít proper
for Mr. Frodo to be opening his own door, the eldest Hobbit laughed and drew
his friends inside, silencing Sam with a quick kiss.
"Tonight especially, my Sam, weíre all equals here. I
have much better things for you to be doing than opening the door," he
teased, blue eyes sparkling merrily.
"Oooohhh, sounds like we might learn something,
Merry," Pippin chortled.
"And here we thought they were just going to be
dancing," Merry snickered. "This evening is getting more and more
Muttering about Brandybucks and Tooks and what fools the
both of them were, Sam led the way to the sitting room, though he kept hold
of Frodoís hand the whole while, and settled the dark-haired Hobbit on his
lap so they could enjoy the before meal snacks theyíd laid out earlier.
"Oh, snacks!" Pippin exclaimed rapturously,
abandoning Merry to investigate what Frodo and Sam had prepared.
"I thought I was going to be the main attraction here
tonight," Merry sighed, watching Pippin pick and choose from the
assortment of finger-foods set out on trays.
"Iím sure Mr. Pippin will come back to you once his
belly is filled," Sam chuckled, relaxing a bit more as Frodo settled an
arm around his shoulders.
"Keep it up and I wonít bring you anything,"
Pippin griped, sticking his tongue out at Merry. "After all, we need to
keep our energy up for later, donít we?"
"You donít bring anything back and there wonít be a
reason to keep our energy up later!" Merry squawked.
"Canít have that now," Pippin laughed, piling a
plate high with both their favorites. "Iíll even feed you to make
sure itís not a problem."
"Just donít go spilling anything on the
upholstery," Sam chided, grinning at the other couple.
Merry looked shocked at the idea. "Do you really think
Pip would waste even a drop of food that way?"
"Not a chance," Frodo agreed, while Pippin looked
"If you funny Hobbits would like to continue talking
about me, I could leave," he grumbled, munching on a bit of cheese.
"Like Iíd let you when thereís dancing to be done
later," Merry laughed, taking the plate from Pippinís hand and
setting it on the table beside them before tumbling the younger Hobbit into
Grinning wickedly, Pippin curled up against him, arms going
around Merryís neck as he kissed him soundly. "Thought youíd
forgotten about that and Iíd have to dance with Sam and Frodo. And I donít
think either of them would like that very much."
"No, Iíd much rather dance with Sam, if itís all
the same to you," Frodo agreed laughingly. "Iíll let Merry try
to keep up with you, young Pippin."
"Well, Iím the only one who can do it," Merry
bragged to the othersí laughter.
"Or at least the only one I want to do it, Pippin
purred, squirming in Merryís lap and shedding his shirt.
"Mmm, good idea," Frodo approved, following suit
and shifting on Samís lap.
When Sam opened his mouth to gasp, Frodo poured some wine
into it, making the younger Hobbit sputter and Merry and Pippin laugh.
"Now, Samwise, sure and youíve seen more of my good
cousin unclothed than this before," Merry laughed, sliding a hand over
Pippinís now bare chest and tickling his ribs.
Laughing, Frodo didnít comment, instead kissing Sam to
distract him from his embarrassment.
Deciding that the older Hobbit had a good idea, Pippin moved
closer and kissed Merry as well, tugging at his clothes so that they were
both unclothed from the waist up.
Shifting to allow Pippin to do as he wished, Merry shook his
head to get his hair out of his face. "If you two keep that up, dinner
and dancing are going to have to wait!"
Having enjoyed Frodoís kiss immensely, Sam wasnít as
loathe to do just that as he had been before. "Nothing that wonít
keep," he murmured.
"The food isnít going anywhere," Pippin agreed,
lowering his head to lick at Merryís chest, suckling on a pebbled nipple.
"Or are you telling me that youíre the one who canít wait to
eat?" he teased, a finger gliding beneath the waist of his cousinís
"And some dancing can be best done sitting or even
lying down," Frodo murmured, pressing kisses along Samís jaw.
"Would I ever say a thing like that?" Merry asked,
aghast at Pippinís suggestion and sighing at the feel of the younger
Hobbitís mouth on his chest. As if in a daze, he noticed Sam heft Frodo
into his arms, carrying him off to the master bedroom, and he grinned down
at Pippin. "So, shall we stretch out on the rug here or do you want a
soft mattress to romp on?"
"Since I usually end up on the bottom, Iíd rather not
have carpet burn," Pippin laughed, wrapping arms and legs around the
older Hobbit. "I think you can provide me with a nice soft bed to play
in. Besides, we wouldnít want to shock Sam if theyíre done before we
are," he added, giggling wickedly.
"Oh, I donít know," Merry laughed, nudging
Pippin off his lap so that he could stand up as well, "that Sam seems
like a stayer to me, whereas youíre a sprinter, my boy."
"Are you impugning my abilities?" Pippin demanded,
hands on hips as he glared pugnaciously at the grinning older Hobbit.
"Iíll have you know that I have staying power!"
Merry pressed his lips together, trying and failing
miserably to keep a straight face. "Oh, course you do, Pip. I was only
teasing; now how about we go and see how long you can stay upright while youíre
sitting astride me."
His expression instantly clearing, Pippin beamed. "A
wonderful plan, Merry. Letís!" He grabbed the other Hobbitís hand
and pulled him behind as he all but ran for the guestroom.
As they passed by the round door to the master bedroom,
Merry couldnít resist one final bit of advice. "Donít do anything
we wouldnít do!" he called before allowing Pippin to drag him into
the next room.
Slamming the door behind them, he caught his cousin in his
arms and kissed him hungrily, his hands already working at the buttons that
held Pippinís trousers closed.
Pippin tore equally eagerly at Merryís clothes, mouth
moving over each bared bit of flesh. "Leave Sam and Frodo to themselves
and concentrate on me," he advised breathlessly, hips thrusting
forward and grinding against Merryís.
"That I will!" Merry rasped, managing to get them
both out of their clothes as they stumbled across the small room to tumble
to the bed. Pulling Pippin with him, he rolled to his back and helped his
young cousin to sit up, then grinned slyly. "Well, Pip, youíve got me
where you wanted me. Are you going to go the course?"
Reaching across to the small jar of oil Sam and Frodo had so
hospitably left out on the nightstand for them, Pippin poured some of the
scented liquid into his palm, then coated the fingers of one hand. Never
looking away from Merryís face, he reached behind himself, pressing a
single finger inside to begin readying himself for his lover. "What do
you think?" he purred.
Clearing his throat, which had gotten remarkably dry in the
last second, Merry blinked, tearing his eyes away from Pippinís arm to
meet his eyes. "I think Iíve never seen anything more erotic in my
Pippin smiled brightly. "I do love you," he said
suddenly, lowering his head to kiss Merry before the other Hobbit could
reply. Not wasting any more time, he rose up at the same time, then lowered
himself over Merry, gasping into his mouth as he sank down onto him.
"My sweet Pip," Merry murmured, sliding his hands
up Pippinís thighs to rest on his hips, urging him to move. "Iíve
decided the others should be envious of me and not the other way round
because I have you and they donít."
"Sweet talker," Pippin laughed, but the glow in
his eyes showed that he appreciated Merryís sentiment and returned it.
"Not that I care what anyone else thinks, only you, Merry." He
braced his hands on Merryís shoulders, back arching as he began to move on
him, making both of them moan.
Lifting one hand to tweak at Pippinís tight nipples, Merry
circled his shaft with the other, stroking him in time with his movements,
his back arching off the bed as he rose to meet each of his loverís
downward motions. When a bit of a pinch made Pip shudder, he closed his
eyes, letting the sensations wash over him.
Seeing the reaction, Pippin forced himself to still,
smirking when Merryís eyes flew open. "You said something about being
a stayer rather than a sprinter?" he reminded wickedly.
Merry blinked, then smirked, tightening his hand around
Pippinís shaft and rubbing his thumb over the head, waiting for the
reaction. "I never complained about it, did I?"
Gasping and biting his lip, Pippin dug his nails into Merryís
upper arms as he clutched him. "C-couldnít quite tell from what you
said," he whimpered, back arching sharply and his hips beginning to
Smiling secretly, Merry let his body follow Pippinís lead,
moving against and into the younger Hobbit with the ease of much practice.
"I said I love you," he whispered, feeling his body tighten as his
climax drew near.
Pippin gasped sharply, eyes falling closed to hide the
intensity of his reaction to the words. "Love you too," he said
again, moving more rapidly as the sensations intensified.
"Always," he panted out an instant before he cried Merryís name
at the moment of his climax.
Merry was already coming when he felt Pippin clench around
him, and he gave a loud cry, clasping the other Hobbit to him and arching
off the bed then pulling Pippin in for a demanding kiss that left them both
even more out of breath.
Lying comfortably against Merry, the older Hobbitís arms
holding him, Pippin smiled. "Think itís safe to go back out there
yet, or do Sam and Frodo need more time? We should have brought a snack in
with us," he mused, nuzzling against Merryís shoulder.
"I hope youíre not suggesting I go out there like
this to get you something to eat," Merry laughed. "I love my
cousin dearly, but Sam would kill me if he thought I was parading around in
front of Frodo!"
"So would I!" Pippin looked irate at the very
idea. "I was thinking more of both of us, dressed, going out to
get something to eat and maybe doing some of that dancing we talked
Merry burst into laughter and pulled Pippin down for a kiss.
"Thatís just what weíll do then, you silly Took. This took the edge
off, but thereís more fun to be had this evening, and if Frodo and Sam
arenít done yet, weíll bang on their door until they come out!"
"I think Sam may hit you over the head with a
shovel!" Pippin laughed, reaching for the cloth also lying on the
nightstand to clean them up. Done, he reached for his pants and looked
around. "Whatever happened to our shirts? Oh, theyíre still in the
parlor, arenít they?"
"I think so. Along with Frodoís at least." Merry
scooted off the bed and began to get dressed. "I suppose we should
check on the food thatís cooling so the meal isnít ruined."
"We canít have that!" Pippin waited until Merry
was dressed again before heading out and toward the kitchen to avert any
looming disasters. "Come along then, we can get it all ready. They canít
be much longer," he called back over his shoulder.
"We can hope," Merry laughed, following Pippin
down the hall, pausing only to bang on Frodoís door before darting away
before it could be answered.
"Merry!" Pippin laughed, making sure he was far
away from the door in case Sam should pop out. "Samís really going to
make you sorry if you keep it up... and Frodo might not protect you this
time!" He checked the meal, finding that the food was simply being kept
warm and in no danger of being overcooked or ruined.
"Remind me not to invite you over again," Frodo
said laughingly as he rejoined the others, a frowning Sam behind him, also
"Now, now, you wouldnít do that to your favorite
cousin, would you?" Merry asked, making sure the table was between
himself and the other two.
"Actually, Frodo, we should pity poor Mr. Pippin, if
Mr. Merryís always that quick about it," Sam commented wryly before
checking on the food to assure himself the other pair hadnít disturbed
"Maybe Iím just more exciting, so Merryís more
eager!" Pippin retorted, defending his lover, though also making sure
he was out of armís reach.
Laughing, Frodo suggested that they start dinner before they
had to dispose of a body.
Sam was about to sputter about Pippinís comment when Frodo
kissed him again, making him forget what he was going to say.
Once they had the meal on the table and were all settled
around it in comfortable chairs, Merry let out a sigh of contentment.
"Now who needs more than this? Iím comfortably relaxed, have a full
plate in front of me, and am surrounded by some of the best Hobbits in the
Shire, though at times they make you think otherwise." He gave Sam an
His chair close by Merryís, Pippin leaned into him, head
resting on the older Hobbitís shoulder for a moment before he straightened
up to reach for another sausage. "Just remember to keep some of your
attentions for one Hobbit," he ordered.
Grinning, Frodo responded, "Donít worry, Pip; the
rest of us arenít interested in those attentions. I have all I can handle
or want right here." He placed a hand over Samís on the table.
Merry grinned at the blush that crept over Samís face.
"Iím pretty well sure we all do," he said, taking a drink of his
wine and dragging Pippinís chair even closer to his.
Pippin twisted in his chair, an arm going around Merryís
neck and one leg draping over his lap. "So youíre going to dance with
me after we eat?" he demanded, offering the older Hobbit a bit of
"Our hosts promised us music, didnít they?"
Merry asked, looking over at the other two Hobbits inquisitively. "Theyíd
be remiss if they didnít provide it for us."
"Only if you return the favor," Sam answered
before turning Frodoís face toward him to feed the older Hobbit a bite of
"Itíll be our pleasure," Pippin agreed, knowing
that Sam and Frodo had even less chance to enjoy each other than he and
Merry did, thanks to Samís acute awareness of their relative stations.
Frodo gave him a smile of gratitude over Samís shoulder
when the other Hobbit was distracted by choosing another bit of food.
"I take it you wonít be wanting a jig then?"
Sam fed Frodo another bit of duck. "I think you and Mr.
Pippin can play first; that way we can give you the same kind of
Pippin burst into laughter. "He got you there, Merry.
And I promise you, if itís a jig, Iíll make you sorry!"
"So will I," Frodo added, trying to glare at the
young Brandybuck. "Something nice and slow so I can enjoy this
opportunity, if you please."
"All right, all right, something slow it is, but mind
you, Frodo Baggins, keep your hands to yourself while youíre dancing
because I donít want you and Sam vanishing before I have my dance with
Pippin looked dismayed, as heíd never thought of that.
"Iíll be the one pounding on the door if you try!" he warned
direly, cuddling closer to Merry as he nibbled on another slice of duck.
"Well, if youíve had enough to eat," Frodo said
merrily, "we could start now. I wouldnít mind dancing with Sam."
"Mr. Pippin had best be the one to answer that,"
Sam chuckled, though he looked closely at Frodoís plate, weighing what had
been placed on there with what the older Hobbit had consumed.
"Well, Pip? Think youíll have enough energy to make
music, dance, and do whatever comes after?" Merry asked evilly as he
saw Pippinís eyes dart to the food left on the table.
Pippin stuck his tongue out at them. "Comedians, the
lot of you," he said with dignity, though he did snatch up a last
sausage and eat it greedily. "Being as Iím the youngest here, you
should be asking if you can keep up with me!" He wrinkled his nose at
Merry as he drew a set of pipes from his pocket, brandishing them at the
others. "Iím ready whenever you are."
"Then letís dance," Frodo cried merrily,
springing to his feet and drawing Sam up into his arms.
"Might be safer in the parlor," Sam cautioned,
drawing sighs from the others before they all moved in there.
Shaking his head and laughing quietly, Merry claimed a stool
next to Pippin, settled a hand drum between his knees and picked up a slow
beat, waiting for Pippin to join in on his pipes.
Pippin followed Merryís lead musically as easily as he did
in all other things, and soon a sprightly tune drew Sam and Frodo around the
parlor. Pippin watched them, pleased to see the other couple so happy and
carefree and looking forward to being able to do the same with Merry.
"Looks like fun, eh, Pip?" Merry asked, laughing
aloud as the other couple lost the rhythm of the dance as they tried to
steal kisses in between steps.
Pippin nodded, grinning around the pipes. He was sure he and
Merry would do better, managing to kiss and dance, but they would see
soon enough. He moved a little close so their legs pressed together, eyes
Once theyíd played through three songs and Frodo and Sam
were dancing less and kissing more, Merry called time. "Enough, you
two! Itís Pip and my turn, or Iíll be dumping cold water on you!"
Sam blinked and gave a bit of a shy grin that was for Frodoís
eyes only. "Donít think it would do any good."
Pippin laughed. "Not so shy in the end, are you,
Sam?" he chuckled, laying aside the pipes and standing up. "But
since we started this because Merry and I wanted to dance, I think itís
our turn now!"
"Itís only fair," Frodo agreed, taking up the
pipes as he sat down. He didnít mind the breather, breathless from both
the dancing and Sam.
"Aye," Sam murmured, taking up his fiddle and
waiting for Frodo to strike up a tune before joining in.
"And Pipís the fairest one of all," Merry
laughed, catching his cousin around the waist and sweeping him back over his
arm, snatching a kiss before letting him upright again.
Pippin laughed and blushed, but the look in his eyes said
that he was pleased. "You smooth-talking Brandybuck. My mama warned me
about Hobbits like you!" he chuckled, moving easily in Merryís arms.
"Ha! She warned you that youíd become a Hobbit like
me, and you know it," Merry laughed, allowing Pippin to straighten back
up and grinning as Frodo and Sam started to play. "Iím pleased to see
you did, too."
"It worked out rather well, since who else would have
you?" Pippin teased, arms around Merry and enjoying the sensation of
Merryís about him. He smiled at the other couple as Merry swung him
around, the pleasure shining from his face.
"Do you want a list?" Merry asked innocently.
"And the question isnít who would have me, but who I would have, and
that list is very, very short."
"Iím pleased to hear it since Iíve decided I will
have you," Pippin said quietly. "We may have to wait till Iím
old enough, but thatís not going to change. I want the Hobbit that I love,
and thatís you." He stared into Merryís eyes as they danced, for
Merry lost the thread of the dance, stumbling to a stop and
staring down at Pippin, not even noticing that Frodo and Sam had stopped
playing as well. "Well, then," he said, all levity gone from his
voice. "The future Thain has spoken; who am I to argue with what he
wants, especially as itís just what I want too."
"Too bad I know that wonít last," Pippin teased.
"But itíll be more interesting this way. I just hope our parents donít
all die of the shock when we tell them... the day after my thirty-third
birthday." He sighed at the thought of having to wait so long, but at
least he knew no one would be pushing him at any of the girls before then.
Unlike Merry. He frowned.
Lifting a hand, Merry placed his fingers under Pippinís
chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met. "Worried about how old Iíll
be by that time?" he asked, keeping his tone gentle.
"Worried about how many girls your familyóand quite
likely mineówill have pushed at you by then," Pippin replied, arms
tightening around Merry. "I donít want to lose you, Meriadoc
"Silly Took," Merry said lovingly, punctuating the
words with a kiss, "when have you ever known me to give up something I
want? I can string the parents along and will as long as necessary; it doesnít
bother me one bit."
Pippin stared at him searchingly, finally smiling.
"Good. I donít think Iíd be very friendly to anyone who became your
wife." He heard the quiet breathing of the other two Hobbits and
flushed slightly as he realized that heíd done this in front of someone
else. But they were his best friends.
"I thought we were supposed to be dancing," he
said finally, still staring into Merryís eyes.
"I donít know about you, Pip, but I think Iíd
rather explore what you said about you having me a bit more," Merry
said, leaning in so as to whisper the words into Pippinís ear.
Pippin smiled wickedly. "Grab a tray for snacks later,
and letís see if we can put that guest room to even better use," he
"A word of warning to both of you," Sam said
seriously. "Either of you bang on Mr. Frodoís door and youíll find
yourselves out in the lane, no mistake about it."
Frodo hid a laugh behind a sip of ale. "Wouldnít want
to interrupt anything, after all," he said calmly.
"No... but Iím fairly sure Merry will make sure Iím
too tired to get of bed, never mind walk down the hall," Pippin
Merry grinned brightly as he gathered up a plate of the
leftovers. "Iíll do my best in that regard."
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