To Capture the Heart of a Warrior

Chapter four: The Truth About Men





The night's march went well enough. There was rough terrain, true, the Walkers were weary, true, the mission dangerous, but all in all it went well enough. The biggest change was in the way Legolas dogged Aragorn’s steps, somewhat irked that the Man hadn’t even noticed.

When they stopped for a meal, Pippin settled down next to Merry while Boromir looked for a place to relieve himself. When he returned he came upon Aragorn leaning against a tall, jagged outcropping of granite. Ranger’s ears or no, he never even heard Boromir approach. This was a wonder to Boromir, but only until he heard from the other side of the outcropping a voice, Pippin’s voice. Suddenly he was all ears and outrage.

“…his hands, they’re big and strong like the rest of him, but he can be so, well, precise. The truth about Men is different than what you might think. It’s true they can be very strong and ambitious, but they can be so passionate and loving, too and very good in bed. There was this one thing he did last night…”

‘Right!’ thought Boromir. He sped swiftly around the outcropping to find Merry, Legolas and Pippin leaning close together. Merry and Legolas saw him first as Pippin was absorbed in relating things he should not have related. By the time Pippin realized his error it was much too late. Boromir had come up on them as swiftly as a wolf, and Pippin was suddenly scooped up in Boromir’s arms. He gave a hobbity little squeak and covered his mouth.

“So, you would kiss and tell, then?” Boromir scolded.

Pippin said nothing.

“You know this is wrong, don’t you?”

Pippin only nodded.

“You know that, as my consort, you cannot behave in such a manner?”

Pippin nodded again.

“What am I to do about this, then, I wonder?”

Pippin wore a face that was an odd mixture of fear and desire.

“Well? What should I do about this? Pippin, I am much disappointed in you, and I must say very displeased. How could you do this?”

Pippin hung his head.

“So, you would make our love a subject for open discussion, then, would you?”

Again, Pippin said nothing.

Merry, Legolas and now Aragorn were watching the two with great curiosity and even interest.

“Pippin, why will you not speak?” Boromir said sternly. Pippin wouldn’t even look at him. “You were speaking freely enough only a few moments before, why not now?”

Boromir sat between Merry and Legolas, holding Pippin in his lap. The hobbit struggled to escape, but Boromir held him firmly.

“Well, you were free enough with talk, let us now give them a little demonstration!” Boromir said firmly.

Pippin finally looked at Boromir, a look of horrified embarrassment on his face. Boromir grasped the back of Pippin’s head and pulled him into a kiss. Pippin struggled. Boromir continued kissing. Pippin made little “Mmmph!” sounds. Boromir rumbled in his chest. He slid his hand slowly down Pippin’s back. Pippin stopped struggling and gave a little whimper. Boromir let his hunger loose like a starving dog, and Pippin was helpless, unable to resist. Boromir’s hand slid yet further down until his fingertips were between the band of Pippin’s breeches and his skin. Pippin moaned. Boromir’s hand slid inside Pippin’s trousers and he gave the soft, round little bottom a gentle squeeze. Pippin panted and threw his arms around Boromir’s neck. Boromir waited until Pippin was completely lost in the kiss, then he continued his punishment. He pushed Pippin away.

Pippin, wide eyed, blinked, looking confused. The hobbit was flushed pink with arousal. Good, now to further this lesson. Boromir grasped Pippin and laid him face down across his lap. Pippin squeaked with both fear and arousal. Boromir raised his palm and brought it down across the little behind in a carefully controlled smack. Pippin gasped but didn’t cry out. Again, the big hand rose then fell, this time a little harder. Pippin still didn’t cry out.

Boromir undid his braces, then pulled down Pippin’s trousers. This time, when the hand descended it fell on bare flesh and produced a satisfying slap and a pink blush in the exact shape and size of the big hand. Pippin squirmed, and now he gave a little whimper. Boromir raised his hand yet again, and this time he brought it down with a little more force. Now the little bottom had a rosy blush to it that matched the one on Pippin’s face. Pippin moaned and writhed trapped between embarrassment and arousal. Again and again the hand rose and fell until Boromir achieved the desired results. Pippin began to softly cry. Only then did Boromir cover his little behind and refasten his braces. Then he sat Pippin right side up in his lap.

“Now, what do you say?” Boromir asked sternly.

Pippin sniffled and hiccuped. “I…I’m s-sorry, Boromir, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I p-promise.” The hobbit’s face was blushing bright pink and his lower lip trembled. It was too tempting for Boromir, and he pulled Pippin into a passionate kiss, long, slow and deep. Pippin’s arms circled his neck and he returned the kiss with equal passion. Only when Pippin seemed to be lost in the kiss and was whimpering with desire did Boromir complete the punishment. Once more, he pushed Pippin away.

“You’ll wait until bedtime. Let this be a lesson to you, my sweet. Do not shame our love, or I shall shame you again. Do not disobey me in this. If you do, you’ll get no kisses or love when we go to bed. Do you understand?”

Pippin nodded yes. To Boromir’s surprise, Pippin was smiling, his eyes bright with both desire and love. Boromir wondered how he could look so damnably appealing after his punishment, but he did. In fact, he looked so appealing that Boromir took another kiss, this one just a touch forceful, more than a little dominant. Pippin sighed. Boromir purred. When they finally broke, it took a bit to realize that they still had an audience. Pippin snuggled into Boromir. It was only then that Boromir and Pippin noticed Legolas hadn’t been watching them at all. Aragorn was, Merry was, but Legolas seemed to be captivated. He was looking only at Aragorn. And then the elf mumbled, so softly no one heard, but Boromir and Pippin could plainly read his lips.

“So this is Men. I must know for myself. I must know for myself the truth about Men…”

Boromir and Pippin locked eyes, and each saw gentle amusement reflected there. Boromir pulled Pippin’s face to his mouth and whispered into the little pointed ear, “I think Aragorn has captured himself a second elf, my sweet. I think the rising sun will find something interesting to look at after Aragorn has finished watching over us in our nest.” His lips brushed Pippin’s ear and the hobbit shuddered with pleasure. He kissed Boromir’s cheek, then whispered in Boromir’s ear.

“Then, sweet boy, let me teach Aragorn well as he listens to us tonight. Let’s give Legolas something to be truly grateful for!”

Boromir grinned a wicked grin. He was beginning to find that Pippin was full of many lessons; his role as Little Teacher was far from completion. Pippin’s words and the reaction to his spanking had aroused Boromir terribly. Bedtime promised to be filled with sparks and a flame that was more inferno than a simple fire. He gave Pippin a nod. Pippin gave a little wriggle, then rose from Boromir’s lap. As if they were puppets on strings, both Aragorn and Legolas looked right at Boromir’s empty lap, where they saw evidence of the truth about Men.

Both Pippin and Boromir saw this and gave each other a lusty wink.

“Until bedtime, sweet boy.” Pippin giggled, and kissed his warrior’s cheek. He scampered off to fetch a plate of food to share with his lover.

to be continued