Ring Around the Merry
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
59
Views:
2,033
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Oak Door is Closed
Pippin hesitated, looking first at Merry, then at Frodo, and then back at Merry again. Pippin then lifted the key with shaking hands, overwhelmed.
Chapter 13 – The Oak Door is Closed
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One!
Two!
THREE!!!
As Merry casually opened the door, he was immediately welcomed by a crushing blow from Sam’s fist.
Merry scarcely had time to react when the full force of Sam’s body pushed him down. Merry’s eyes opened wide as the floor rose up to meet him. He threw his hands out in just the nick of time to cushion the impact. Merry flipped himself over, quick as a grasshopper – his eyes smoldering with fury.
“Insolent servant!” breathed Merry as he made to rise. A swiard ard kick to Merry’s gut cut off the rest of his dialogue.
“I’ll servant you, Mr. Merry!!!” growled Sam as he delivered another kick to Merry’s exposed side.
“Merry!” cried Pippin, immobilized by the shock. “Merry!”
Pippin stared in horror at his Merry, arms wrapped defensively around his belly, blood dripping down from his nose, and eyes rolling up in the nninnnings of a swoon.
Pippin broke out of his stupor, dashing to Merry and kneeling by his side. Pippin wrapped his arms lovingly around his fallen idol.
“Out of the way, Pippin!” ordered Sam. “I’m not done with the scoundrel!”
“No, Sam,” said a calm voice behind him. The words came not from Pippin, but Frodo.
“You’ve immobilized him enough, Sam,” said Frodo as he reached up and squeezed Sam on the shoulder. “Time to go.”
Sam huffed, but stood down. His body still pulsated with adrenaline and anger.
Frodo knelt down beside Pip and Merry, his gentle features filled with pity and regret. Frodo pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed Merry’s bloody nose. Pippin sobbed, his mind registering nothing but the hurts of his Merry.
“Take good care of him, Pippin,” said Frodo, patting Pippin on his back. “Sorry—I’llI’ll be needing Merry’s key.”
Frodo reached down for the iron key enclosed in Merry’s fist. He did not expect what came next.
Merry, at one moment on the brink of unconsciousness, snapped back to attention the minute Frodo’s s tos touched his own. Merry was animated by a fearsome rage. Before Frodo knew what happened, he was on the floor staring up into Merry’s feral eyes, just inches from his own.
Merry breathed deep and heavily, eyes dilated, muscles taut, like a predator readying to tear out the throat of its downed prey.
Merry raised his fist high, then cried out in pain.
Sam had caught the offending fist in a death-grip
Merry gasped in surprise as he was pulled violently up by his collar and flung roughly against the wall. Sam was too ablaze to form words. He wrapped his fingers around Merry’s throat and squeezed.
It was Sam’s turn to be feral as he stared into Merry’s newly terrified eyes. Pippin leapt up and desperately tried to pry Sam off of his beloved. But Sam was in a state and was immovable as a statue locked in a pose of a fight he aimed to win.
“Sam! Sam! SAM!” cried Frodo. “Let go, Sam! You’ll kill him!”
“It’s no more than he deserves!” retorted Sam.
“Merry,” said Frodo to a red-faced and bulge-eyed Merry. “If Sam lets YOU go, you will let US go. YES? Delay and answer at your own risk!”
Merry nodded frantically.
“Let Merry down, Samwise.”
Sam growled, but released his hold.
Merry leaned down, beet-faced, gripping his knees with whitened knuckles and greedily gulping down air. For a few seconds, Merry remained in this position with Pippin dutifully patting his back like a mother trying to burp an infant.
Merry slowly rose --the ghost of a wicked smile materializing on his lips. Without notice, hesed sed his leg and with an unknown reservoir of strength, kneed Sam violently in the groin, then hooked him on the side of his face with a fast-moving fist. Sam crumpled to the floor- crying out in agony.
As Merry had swung, the key had dropped from his grip with a loud clang, and slid across the floor. It came to a rest at Pippin’s feet.
“Pip! Give me the key!” ordered both Merry and Frodo in unison.
Pippin hesitated, looking first at Merry, then at Frodo, and bac back at Merry again. Pip lifted the key with shaking hands, overwhelmed.
Sam began to rise, making his intended target obvious. Merry.
“The door – Pip!” yelled Merry. “The Door!”
“Sam!” yelled Frodo. “The DOOR! GO!”
Merry leapt for the door, pushing Pip and the key through it as he ran, Sam dashing inches behind, followed by Frodo.
SLAM!
The door was slammed shut with pounding force in Sam’s face. Sam threw his entire weight against the door, but it was too late.
The key turned, the lock slid home, and Frodo and Sam were agarapprapped.
TBC
Chapter 13 – The Oak Door is Closed
__________________________________________________________________________________
One!
Two!
THREE!!!
As Merry casually opened the door, he was immediately welcomed by a crushing blow from Sam’s fist.
Merry scarcely had time to react when the full force of Sam’s body pushed him down. Merry’s eyes opened wide as the floor rose up to meet him. He threw his hands out in just the nick of time to cushion the impact. Merry flipped himself over, quick as a grasshopper – his eyes smoldering with fury.
“Insolent servant!” breathed Merry as he made to rise. A swiard ard kick to Merry’s gut cut off the rest of his dialogue.
“I’ll servant you, Mr. Merry!!!” growled Sam as he delivered another kick to Merry’s exposed side.
“Merry!” cried Pippin, immobilized by the shock. “Merry!”
Pippin stared in horror at his Merry, arms wrapped defensively around his belly, blood dripping down from his nose, and eyes rolling up in the nninnnings of a swoon.
Pippin broke out of his stupor, dashing to Merry and kneeling by his side. Pippin wrapped his arms lovingly around his fallen idol.
“Out of the way, Pippin!” ordered Sam. “I’m not done with the scoundrel!”
“No, Sam,” said a calm voice behind him. The words came not from Pippin, but Frodo.
“You’ve immobilized him enough, Sam,” said Frodo as he reached up and squeezed Sam on the shoulder. “Time to go.”
Sam huffed, but stood down. His body still pulsated with adrenaline and anger.
Frodo knelt down beside Pip and Merry, his gentle features filled with pity and regret. Frodo pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed Merry’s bloody nose. Pippin sobbed, his mind registering nothing but the hurts of his Merry.
“Take good care of him, Pippin,” said Frodo, patting Pippin on his back. “Sorry—I’llI’ll be needing Merry’s key.”
Frodo reached down for the iron key enclosed in Merry’s fist. He did not expect what came next.
Merry, at one moment on the brink of unconsciousness, snapped back to attention the minute Frodo’s s tos touched his own. Merry was animated by a fearsome rage. Before Frodo knew what happened, he was on the floor staring up into Merry’s feral eyes, just inches from his own.
Merry breathed deep and heavily, eyes dilated, muscles taut, like a predator readying to tear out the throat of its downed prey.
Merry raised his fist high, then cried out in pain.
Sam had caught the offending fist in a death-grip
Merry gasped in surprise as he was pulled violently up by his collar and flung roughly against the wall. Sam was too ablaze to form words. He wrapped his fingers around Merry’s throat and squeezed.
It was Sam’s turn to be feral as he stared into Merry’s newly terrified eyes. Pippin leapt up and desperately tried to pry Sam off of his beloved. But Sam was in a state and was immovable as a statue locked in a pose of a fight he aimed to win.
“Sam! Sam! SAM!” cried Frodo. “Let go, Sam! You’ll kill him!”
“It’s no more than he deserves!” retorted Sam.
“Merry,” said Frodo to a red-faced and bulge-eyed Merry. “If Sam lets YOU go, you will let US go. YES? Delay and answer at your own risk!”
Merry nodded frantically.
“Let Merry down, Samwise.”
Sam growled, but released his hold.
Merry leaned down, beet-faced, gripping his knees with whitened knuckles and greedily gulping down air. For a few seconds, Merry remained in this position with Pippin dutifully patting his back like a mother trying to burp an infant.
Merry slowly rose --the ghost of a wicked smile materializing on his lips. Without notice, hesed sed his leg and with an unknown reservoir of strength, kneed Sam violently in the groin, then hooked him on the side of his face with a fast-moving fist. Sam crumpled to the floor- crying out in agony.
As Merry had swung, the key had dropped from his grip with a loud clang, and slid across the floor. It came to a rest at Pippin’s feet.
“Pip! Give me the key!” ordered both Merry and Frodo in unison.
Pippin hesitated, looking first at Merry, then at Frodo, and bac back at Merry again. Pip lifted the key with shaking hands, overwhelmed.
Sam began to rise, making his intended target obvious. Merry.
“The door – Pip!” yelled Merry. “The Door!”
“Sam!” yelled Frodo. “The DOOR! GO!”
Merry leapt for the door, pushing Pip and the key through it as he ran, Sam dashing inches behind, followed by Frodo.
SLAM!
The door was slammed shut with pounding force in Sam’s face. Sam threw his entire weight against the door, but it was too late.
The key turned, the lock slid home, and Frodo and Sam were agarapprapped.
TBC