Love Knows No Boundaries

INNOCENCE FOUND
by Janet Elizabeth

Pippin sat glumly beside Merry and wished he was back in the Shire. Merry kept shifting against him, trying to get his attention, but the young Took wouldn't meet his cousin's eyes. He only stared at Gandalf's back as the Wizard sat trying to decide which passage they should take. Nearby, he sensed the presence of Boromir as he lurked just out of sight. The big warrior had been staring at him since breakfast.

After finding Merry and Boromir together and witnessing their expression of love for each other, Pippin had begun to withdraw from their company. After sneaking back to his bedroll and moving away, he had awoken the next morning and avoided them both. Merry had tried to engage his cousin in quiet conversation, but Pippin had merely grumbled at him until the young Brandybuck had left him alone. Pippin had ignored the confused expression on his cousin's face, still angry at what he felt was a betrayal. Then, later as they had gathered up their things, Boromir had attempted to help Pippin put his pack on, but the youngster had pulled away and struggled with it himself, until Sam had noticed and helped him settle it in place. Pippin didn't see the wounded look in the Tirithean's eyes.

All morning the two had been trying to get his attention, but the young Hobbit was not prepared to be forgiving. He was still miserable. He felt betrayed, unloved, unwanted, pitied and alone. All around him there seemed to be love and understanding, but none of it flowed in his direction, at least from his inward looking heart's perspective. He could see Sam doting on Frodo and Frodo needing Sam. He could see Aragorn drawing closer to Gimli and Legolas and the latter two bonding almost as if they were brothers of the same race. Gandalf was their father figure, guiding all of them, but most of his attention being paid to the Ringbearer or the more important members of the fellowship. And then Merry had Boromir. Pippin hated them all.

And so, with his innocence eroding daily and feeling unsupported and uncared for, he sat lost, deep in black remembrance.

He thought back to the morning that Boromir had joined their breakfast chatter as if they were the most interesting people in the world. His young, pure heart had been overjoyed that the human had decided to befriend the two youngest members of the fellowship. He liked humans, at least what he knew of them. He had developed an almost obsessive curiosity about them ever since they had met Strider in Bree. His fascination had even rivaled Sam's feelings about Elves and then when Boromir had become a part of his and Merry's life his obsession had turned to something more.

All along the trail, as each weary day followed another, the youngest Hobbit had felt himself drawn to the tall Southerner. He was strange in his manner of speech and some of his habits were very odd, but on the whole, he was much like the rest of them. He ate what they ate, slept like they slept complete with snoring, and even had to make privy stops the same as they did. It was during these private moments that Pippin's hidden desires emerged.

Like his cousin Merry, Pippin could not but help notice the larger size of the man's member, but unlike the older Brandybuck, Pippin had very little experience with nudity or sex. He was only four years off his majority, but he had never seen a Hobbit lass in the bare and didn't truly desire to. He had been harboring feelings towards the males of his own kind since his Tween's and though he knew that someday he would be forced to wed and produce heirs, he had decided that he would wait until there was no other choice. Until then, he would enjoy the company of other lads in any way he could.

His forays into experimentation hadn't reached much farther than some self-exploration. He was loathe to approach Merry for any information and he didn't sense an answering desire in any of his other peers. He could see that there was something between Frodo and Sam, but it was incomprehensible to Pippin, and his fear of their reactions made him hold his tongue. Then he had met Boromir.

The dour Southerner had begun to inspire feelings in Pippin that he had only ever heard about from other lads when they spoke of a particular lass. But this felt much stronger, much like the love that the Elves spoke of in their romantic poems. And it seemed to Pippin that his feelings were echoed by the Tirithean. He noticed how the man would respond to his touch and how he would find ways to be near him. Of course, he was always near Merry too and that made Pippin feel angry and hurt. It wasn't so much jealousy over Boromir's affection towards his cousin, as it was that Pippin was falling in love and didn't want his heart's desire to see anyone but him.

He had realized his feelings and their strength the day of the storm. It had been a horrible day, but he had spent the majority of it with his head spinning and his heart expanding with deepening and overwhelming emotions. Being so intimately close to the big man had been as wonderful as the first mild, sunny day of spring. Aside from the physical pleasures that echoed through his body, it was his soul that was being fed. At one point, Boromir had even planted a soft kiss on his ear and whispered some sweet words of comfort.

When they had finally stopped and Boromir was forced to put he and Merry down in the snow, Pippin had cherished the loving look that his human friend had bestowed upon him. He tried to ignore the fact that his cousin received the same look. He had tried not to think of how Merry had been so cruel to him about his affections towards Boromir, but he knew that Merry didn't understand. And now, all Pippin's hopes had been crushed. It wasn't him that Boromir wanted, it was Merry. The young Took was devastated and he had wrapped his heart in a winding cloth and waited for his love to die away.

Now, after learning the truth about the man he loved and his best friend and cousin, his soul was in ashes and his thoughts were dark and troubled.

* ... i was foolish to think that anyone could love me ... especially someone so wonderful as boromir ... but why did merry have to be the one ... why ... it's because I'm too young ... nobody wants someone so innocent ... so untried ... but how can i become what they need me to be if they don't give me a chance .. all i wanted was a chance to show him that i could love him so well ... i love him so much but i have to let that go ... he's with merry and I'm all alone ... nobody would probably care if i died right now ... nobody would care .. I'm in the way and nobody loves me at all ... i want to go home ... maybe I'll just give myself up to the orcs and let them do what they will to me .. nobody would care ... why did i have to fall in love with him ... why did i ever come on this quest ... i wish they would all just leave me behind .. gandalf was right ... i am a fool ... *

Gandalf's exclamation made him look up and abandon his ruminations. With a sigh he gathered himself together and moved towards the opening that the Wizard indicated was the way to go. He pulled away when Merry took his arm and when he stumbled over some broken stone, Boromir reached out to help him, but Pippin just pushed the big man's hands away and mumbled that he could take care of himself and to leave him alone. Head down, the young Hobbit followed forlornly in the wake of Frodo and Sam.

*after the escape from Moria*

The fellowship was in tatters. Gandalf had fallen to the horror of the mines, but despite his anguish at the Wizard's passing, Pippin felt almost overjoyed. He had been laying in his cousin's arms weeping, when Boromir had come to the two of them. Pippin had wanted to run and hide from the big man but his grief was too raw and he felt too weak to move. He was glad he had stayed with Merry though, when Boromir had wrapped his cloak about them both. Keeping his movements small and out of sight, he had petted and caressed the two young hobbits until their tears subsided. But the best was yet to come. The Southerner had then whispered something to Merry, who had then planted a soft kiss on Pippin's temple and moved to help Sam with Frodo.

Pippin had stiffened then, now that he was alone with Boromir, but the Warrior's next words made his limbs go weak with trembling.

"Weep no more my little one. It breaks my heart to see you so. Be comforted in knowing that Mithrandir went to his doom to save us all. And take comfort in knowing that I am overjoyed at your safety. You are very special to me my little halfling. Take this excuse for grief to find comfort in my embrace. I have longed to hold you, and will for as long as you wish, if you will allow. You need not feel excluded. I have enough love for both of you."

Pippin's weeping freshened, but not with more grief. His little heart was bursting with love at the words his friend had just spoken. He snuggled into the strong embrace and allowed his tears to flow. He was not disappointed in the comfort he received.

Beneath the wings of Boromir's cloak, the big Warrior's hands were gently fondling each of Pippin's limbs. One hand was tangled in the curls of the young Took's hair and the other hand was clutching at the two smaller ones. The young Hobbit's head was resting on the big man's thighs as his legs wrapped around one firm and shapely calf.

As the two became lost in this loving embrace, Boromir boldly leaned in to kiss his young friend's cheek. Pippin trembled at the feel of the Tirithean's rough chin against his flesh and thrilled at the softness of his lips. He flushed when the man's tongue snaked out and licked a tear trail clean. Despite the pain of loss, he felt himself becoming aroused by the tender ministrations of his love and his breathe began to hitch and pant. He closed his eyes as he reveled in the sensations of the Southerner's oral caressing and when Boromir's tongue flickered over his lips, he opened his mouth to capture it. For a precious moment he suckled at the luscious thing and he quivered with the extended thrill. But the moment was broken by the sound of Merry's voice.

"Come on you two. Strider say's we've no more time for grieving. We have to get under the eaves of Lorien before night falls." He said loudly, and then leaned close to whisper. "We'll find more time for what you're doing now when we are safe. Where the other's won't see."

With a sigh, Pippin released his friend's tongue from his and opened his eyes. His gaze was met by Boromir's grey eyes and the loving look he found there. Then his eye was caught by his cousin peering over the big man's shoulder and he was surprised and pleased to the same loving look from Merry. All of a sudden, the young Took felt alive again.

The three of them shook off their tears and rose to join others in the flight to the Golden Wood.

*days later under the eaves of Lorien*

Pippin was frustrated. They had been in Lorien for days now and yet there had been no more opportunity for him, or even Merry to spend some time alone with Boromir. At first, their grief over the loss of Gandalf had kept them from doing much of anything except sleeping and eating. Then Frodo had needed them. Their concern for their oldest cousin had both Pippin and Merry feel ashamed of their selfish desires. But now, Frodo seemed much healed or at least resigned and the days spent under the peaceful trees seemed to never end. And now, Merry had pulled Pippin away for a walk to have a talk, so he had said.

Silently, the two young Hobbits wandered beneath the lovely gold and silver trees, holding hands and saying nothing. But butterflies were infesting Pippin's belly as he waited for his cousin to say whatever it was the needed to say. It was the young Took's fear that Merry would ask him to relinquish all claim on Boromir's heart. He didn't know what he would do if that was what his cousin wanted. The minutes stretched into aching eternities as they walked farther and farther away from their camp. Finally, Pippin could take it no more. He stopped sharply and yanked his hand from Merry's.

"What is it? What is it you want to say? Don't ask me to give him up, because I can't. I just can't. I love him too and it's not fair just because I'm young and -" his teary outburst was stopped short by a quick, soft kiss from Merry.

Pippin stood shocked and silent. He gazed into his cousin's eyes, who gazed back evenly. Puzzled he dashed the tears from his eyes and waited for Merry to speak.

"I'm not going to ask you to do any such thing Pip. He said it himself. He has enough love for both of us. And we have enough love for each other too, don't we?" Said Merry softly.

Amazed, Pippin felt his legs go weak and wobbly. He staggered at the import of his cousin's words and as he swayed, Merry grabbed his hand and led him to a small clover covered hillock underneath a large mallorn. The young Brandybuck gently sat them both down and then cuddled up close to his younger cousin. He put his arms around him and then kissed his cheek softly. Pippin turned to face Merry and then leaned in to do something he never expected to do with his older cousin. Their lips met and they shared the softest of kisses, that quickly became passionate.

Pippin felt his member growing inside his breeches and his heart swell inside his chest. An unspoken love for his cousin came bursting forth and in his enthusiasm he flung himself on Merry and the tumbled down the hill to bump both their heads on the trunk of the tree. Laughing and rubbing their heads, they were surprised by the sound of deeper laughter. Both of them turned and found Boromir leaning against a nearby tree and grinning at them.

"Well, the two of you are sweeter than anything I have ever seen before." He said as he sauntered over to them. "The three of us are very lucky to have each other, wouldn't you say my little ones?"

With a sly grin at his cousin, Pippin flung himself at the big Warrior and was closely followed by Merry. Laughing, the three of them tumbled to the soft loam, where Boromir began to tickle and wrestle with them. In no time, their play became more intimate and soon they lay in a snuggly heap, sighing and laughing and slightly aroused. Finally, Boromir gazed longingly at both of them, but his gaze settled last upon Pippin. Placing his large hand on the back of the youngest Hobbit's curly head, he pulled the sweet face to his.

"I have longed for this moment my dear sweet Peregrine." he said and then planted a firm, wet open mouth on the Hobbit's plump, soft lips.

In moments, they were joined in a three way kiss of the most sensual kind with Merry. Three slick and slippery tongues slithered over and around each other. Big hands and small ran over torso, arms and legs. Bodies tangled into new and comfortable positions, until Pippin was sandwiched between Merry and Boromir.

Both man and cousin began to undress Pippin, insistently pulling off his shirt and breeches until his slender young body was bare. Boromir arranged the youngster's body on the ground with his head pillowed by his clothing as Merry kissed and caressed his cousin's face. Then the Southerner joined in the kissing and both of them let their hands roam along the length of the young Hobbits pale body.

In moments the young Took was fully aroused and his shaft stood out pink and gleaming from his loins. Both Boromir and Merry, by unspoken agreement, began to make wet trails down the youngster's flesh. They each stopped at a pink nipple bud and suckled there awhile, as Pippin's breathing quickened. Two hands, one large and the other smaller, fondled the young Took's cock and balls. Then, his Human lover kissed his way past his belly button, tonguing the tiny indentation as he passed it, and finally paused with his warm breath wafting over the tip of his throbbing cock. Merry continued to suck at his cousin's nipple, but Boromir beckoned him lower with a gentle smile.

Pippin closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of two mouths pleasuring him. He arched his back as his climax approached and felt warm strong hands gently massaging him to relax. Soft whimpers escaped from between his lips as he was overcome by the rush of his orgasm. He felt his seed spurt onto the warm, large tongue of his human lover as his balls were kneaded by the tongue of his loving cousin. His thoughts ran jumbled and joyful.

* ... i am loved ... oh so good ... dear sweet merry ... my true love boromir ... oh sweet they love me so ... this is so good ... more than i could hope ... they love me both ... i love them both ... we love together ... oh love .... oh love ....ohhhh... *

And then it was done. He lay on the soft ground, panting and his heart beating like an orc drum, but filled with joy and love for both his friends. Slowly, they released him from their mouths and lay beside him, their cheeks resting against his. He could feel their aroused members pressing against him, but there was less urgency and the three of them lay quietly for a moment or two. Then Pippin could contain his heart no longer. He pushed himself to his elbows and gazed sweetly at both his lovers before speaking.

"I love you, both of you. And we can all love together, can't we? It's right, isn't it?" he said in his soft little voice.

Both Merry and Boromir smiled at each other before looking at Pippin. The young Took saw from the looks on their faces that all would fine. Then the three of them snuggled together to gather their strength for more loving.

And in their joy, none of them saw Galadriel poised beneath the trees a short distance away. They would not have understood the clouded look of sorrow and concern on her face.

*continued in Solace*