I’m Going To Look After You…
I’m Going To Look After You…
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I’m Going To Look After You…
Author: Elerina
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairings: Pippin/Merry and others
Summary: After a moment of comfort and passion, Merry is
given a new reason to fight. Merry’s POV on the War of the Ring.
Archive: Yes, please. Just please email me at
and let me know where it is.
Rating: NC-17
Parts: Prologue/?
Status: Work in progress
Series/Sequel: None
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do NOT own LOTR. These lovely
characters belong to J.R.R Tolkien and New Line Cinemas.
Author's Notes: This story is based on a challenge from
Merry_Lover
Warnings: AU. Slash and Mpreg. Incest.
Somewhat OOC. Based on Movie-verse.
He’s…gone. Even now, my mind can’t
seem to grasp this. Only two days ago, he was leading us through Moria, and
now… Tears began to well up in my eyes, and I hadn’t the heart to wipe them
away. Even the song of the elves did little to sooth the ache within me.
“Merry?”
I looked up to see Pippin standing
there, tears running down his cheeks. Wordlessly, I reached out and embraced my
beloved cousin, holding him close.
“I’m so sorry, Merry,” he whispered
through his tears, “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t touched that skeleton… if I
hadn’t let my curiosity get the best of me… then Gandalf wouldn’t have…”
“No, Pip, it wasn’t your fault,” I
whispered, “It just happened. I doubt anyone could have prevented it,” I
reached up and wiped the tears from his face.
“Merry…”
I gently pressed my lips to his,
cutting off his words. I felt his lips part, allowing the kiss to deepen.
“Please,” I whispered to him once
our lips parted, “please, let us have one moment of peace, a moment to forget
the horrors we have seen and take comfort in each other. Let us forget our
grief.” He gave a small nod, and pressed his lips to mine again. I allowed him
to pull me to the ground as we removed the other’s clothing. Pippin then began
to trail light kisses down my neck and chest as his hands explored the rest of
my body. I felt myself grow hard at his touch.
“Take me, Pippin…”
He caressed my lips with his
fingers. I opened my mouth and sucked on them gently. He used those fingers to
help stretch me, my saliva acting as a lubricant.
“Please, Pip,” I moaned, feeling
myself become harder, “stop teasin’!”
“Have patience,” he whispered, smirking softly. I felt him remove
his fingers.
“Pippin…”
He entered me, slowly.
“Please, Pip, I will not break…” I
begged. He began thrusting into me. I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet his
thrusts. His thrusts became harder, faster. I bit my lip to keep from crying
out, as Pippin kept quickening his thrusts.
“Gods, Pip, I’m going to…” My seed
spewed from me as my body hit orgasm. Pippin’s body shuddered as he climaxed,
his seed shooting deep within me. We were panting, trying to catch our breaths
as we came down from ecstasy. I felt him pull out from me as we collapsed to
the ground, exhausted. We fell asleep holding each other, taking comfort in the
other’s presence.
TBC…