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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,181
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 11
A/N: This will be the last chapter posted at FanFiction.Net. You can still find this at AdultFanFiction.Net. This fic will be removed from FanFiction.Net in a few days.
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Merry couldn’t believe what he had heard. Legolas wouldn’t last a minute if he were given to these men; he was barely surviving as it was.
Merry shook his head, quickly throwing the food into the animal pens and exiting the room. He had to tell Pippin.
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Merry hurried into their room, accidentally slamming the door and startling the skittish elf, who had been playing a game with Pippin on the floor. He smiled reassuringly at Legolas and took a deep breath to calm himself, knowing that Legolas shied away from those who showed strong emotion of any kind. “Pip, could I speak with you?”
Pippin frowned as he stood, handing Legolas what looked to be a small pebble. Since they were only allowed to leave the room when they were working, they had created some simple games to amuse themselves. Right now, it appeared that Legolas and Pippin had been in the middle of Maze, a game using sticks and pebbles as playing pieces.
Merry tore his attention away from the game when he realized Pippin was standing in front of him, patiently waiting for the older hobbit to speak. “Pip, something bad has happened,” Merry said, keeping his voice low.
Pippin cocked his head. “Since when is that surprising?”
Merry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They caught an elf, Pippin.”
Pippin paled, his eyes wide. “W-what? But how?” Pippin asked, glancing quickly at Legolas. He was relieved to see that Legolas wasn’t paying them any attention; he seemed too preoccupied with building a tiny log cabin with a few sticks that hadn’t been used in the game.
“That’s not all, Pip,” Merry whispered. “They’re giving Legolas to the guards
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A low cry interrupted any reaction Pippin may have had and they both turned their attention to Legolas, who was now cowering in the corner, sobbing.
He had been paying attention after all.
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It had taken what seemed like forever to get Legolas to stop crying but they finally managed it. The elf was now sound asleep, curled up on the floor between the bed and the far wall; the one part of the room he felt the safest in. Pippin was asleep right next to him, their only blanket wrapped around them to fight off the chill of the stone floor.
Even though it was the middle of the night, Merry found himself wide-awake. He kept going over all ttheythey had learned over the last few days. Rebels -and elves- were causing trouble, and elf had apparently been captured, and Legolas was going to be handed over to age gge group of men who would make his last moments of life pure hell.
He had few options. He could wait patiently for whatever the rebels were planning to succeed -if it did succeed- and hope that they came through before it was too late for Legolas. He could wake Legolas and Pippin right now and try to escape, something that had never worked before and bro brought them more pain in the end. Or he could just kill them all and save Frodo and Sam the trouble.
Merry shook his head, not even wanting to contemplate that last option, even though the thought had come to him many times before.
He sighed; he really didn’t know what to do. For two years he had been the strong one, the one who Legolas and Pippin turned to when they were hurting -and they were always hurting. He was so tired from it all and this decision he had to make seemed to be sapping the last of his strength.
How could he possibly make such a decision?
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Merry couldn’t believe what he had heard. Legolas wouldn’t last a minute if he were given to these men; he was barely surviving as it was.
Merry shook his head, quickly throwing the food into the animal pens and exiting the room. He had to tell Pippin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Merry hurried into their room, accidentally slamming the door and startling the skittish elf, who had been playing a game with Pippin on the floor. He smiled reassuringly at Legolas and took a deep breath to calm himself, knowing that Legolas shied away from those who showed strong emotion of any kind. “Pip, could I speak with you?”
Pippin frowned as he stood, handing Legolas what looked to be a small pebble. Since they were only allowed to leave the room when they were working, they had created some simple games to amuse themselves. Right now, it appeared that Legolas and Pippin had been in the middle of Maze, a game using sticks and pebbles as playing pieces.
Merry tore his attention away from the game when he realized Pippin was standing in front of him, patiently waiting for the older hobbit to speak. “Pip, something bad has happened,” Merry said, keeping his voice low.
Pippin cocked his head. “Since when is that surprising?”
Merry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They caught an elf, Pippin.”
Pippin paled, his eyes wide. “W-what? But how?” Pippin asked, glancing quickly at Legolas. He was relieved to see that Legolas wasn’t paying them any attention; he seemed too preoccupied with building a tiny log cabin with a few sticks that hadn’t been used in the game.
“That’s not all, Pip,” Merry whispered. “They’re giving Legolas to the guards
A
A low cry interrupted any reaction Pippin may have had and they both turned their attention to Legolas, who was now cowering in the corner, sobbing.
He had been paying attention after all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had taken what seemed like forever to get Legolas to stop crying but they finally managed it. The elf was now sound asleep, curled up on the floor between the bed and the far wall; the one part of the room he felt the safest in. Pippin was asleep right next to him, their only blanket wrapped around them to fight off the chill of the stone floor.
Even though it was the middle of the night, Merry found himself wide-awake. He kept going over all ttheythey had learned over the last few days. Rebels -and elves- were causing trouble, and elf had apparently been captured, and Legolas was going to be handed over to age gge group of men who would make his last moments of life pure hell.
He had few options. He could wait patiently for whatever the rebels were planning to succeed -if it did succeed- and hope that they came through before it was too late for Legolas. He could wake Legolas and Pippin right now and try to escape, something that had never worked before and bro brought them more pain in the end. Or he could just kill them all and save Frodo and Sam the trouble.
Merry shook his head, not even wanting to contemplate that last option, even though the thought had come to him many times before.
He sighed; he really didn’t know what to do. For two years he had been the strong one, the one who Legolas and Pippin turned to when they were hurting -and they were always hurting. He was so tired from it all and this decision he had to make seemed to be sapping the last of his strength.
How could he possibly make such a decision?