Various drabbles written on my birthday, for friends, and featuring mostly - but not exclusively - Frodo. Names of requestees removed for reasons of privacy.
Service
Frodo/Sam
Disclaimer: The Hobbits, Eomer, Faramir and Halbarad, are characters belonging to Professor Tolkien and his estate. No offence is intended, nor profit made. Kewtbot belongs to me but Doctor Who belongs, I would think, to the BBC. Casey and Zeke are characters from The Faculty - again, no offence is intended, nor profit made.
Rated: PG13 to NC17
Feedback: always appreciated - perhobfan@yahoo.co.uk
by Trianne
When I remember the times I left a third helping of stew on the plate, walked away from the table with good food abandoned behind me, I could weep. Oh, for those extra rations now!
“Eat, Sam,” Frodo says.
I shake my head. “No, Mr. Frodo; you take it, sir,” I reply, though I could eat a scabby pony.
“Eat. Keep up your strength,” he persists, weakly. Before I can protest, he whispers, “I need you to love me, Sam. As only you can. One last time… Do it for me. Please.”
What do I do? As he asks, of course.
Pairing: Merry and Pippin
“This might be a good time to tell you that it was me that stole William,” Pippin whispered. Merry turned sharply and glared.
“You thief!” Merry hissed. They were close confined right now but these Orcs wouldn’t always be around and Pippin had no doubt that Merry would exact a terrible revenge.
“I just didn’t want to die with that on my conscience,” he continued, miserably.
Merry sighed. “There’s Orcs. There’s cave trolls. And then there’s thieving hobbits what’d filch a friend’s bestest, unbeaten, conker. But Pip, I forgive you,” he said, magnanimously.
“Thank you, Merry,” Pippin replied, greatly relieved.
PG13
Frodo rolled over, his arm coming to rest against the pillow; this was unexpected as when he had closed his eyes it had been with Sam spooned against him. Now the bed was half-empty and wholly unsatisfactory.
“Sam?” he called out. Receiving no reply, Frodo slipped out of bed and padded down the hall, just as the back door opened and Sam entered. He was shivering and wet to the skin.
“Where’ve you been?” Frodo demanded.
“In the garden,” Sam replied.
“In this filthy weather? Why?”
“It’s snowing,” said Sam, simply. “I didn’t want your little cherry tree to die.”
Rosie Frodo/Sam
I’m just a lass, with no claims to being a lady or nothing. I do know what’s right and proper, mind. Just because I was brought up on a farm, don’t mean I have no sense of what’s right and wrong.
But what can prepare you for this? Finding your man lying abed with… with his heart and soul. They’re lying like spoons, the sun streaming through the window all soft about ‘em. They look like something not of this world and try as I might I can’t summon up the anger I should.
I didn’t go. They did. Together.
Pairing: Frodo/Halbarad
“You cannot go!” Frodo protested, standing with his back to the door.
Halbarad stuffed socks into his pack and looked up, wearily. He shook his head and replied, “I must.”
Frodo launched himself at Halbarad, bowling him backwards onto the bed, knocking the pack flying. Halbarad surrendered to the insistent mouth, questing tongue and irresistible hands that delved and burrowed in his leathers.
“Stop,” he cried out, at last. “I have to go!”
“No!” Frodo snarled, possessively.
“If I do not report, more Rangers will come to find me, Frodo,” Halbarad explained, gently.
Frodo considered this. “Will they be big?”
Pairing: Eomer/Frodo
They caroused late in the Golden Hall of Edoras, tankards raised in toast after toast to fallen comrades and absent friends. The King sat among his companions, good men, each and every one.
“Drink up, Eomer King!” the men cried.
Eomer, however, put down his cup and stood, glad to find himself still steady on his feet. ”I’m to my bed,” he announced.
The protests of the men died to naught as each remembered with a pang of envy exactly what awaited Eomer in that bed. ‘T’would be a tragedy, indeed, for the brewer’s droop to conquer their King.
Pairing: Kewtbot (Cast In Space)/Doctor Who
“So, this is the Tardis.”
The Doctor beamed. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “It’s much bigger on the inside than on the outside.”
The Kewtopian Prince looked at the Time Lord as if he were contemplating a slug in his salad. “Well, obviously that’s the case. Why would it be otherwise?” he asked, examining the auxiliary systems panel with a modicum of interest. The Doctor’s face fell.
Kewtbot moved leisurely around the console until he was standing inches from the Doctor. “I, on the other hand, am much smaller on the inside than on the outside. Go figure…”
Pairing: Zeke/Casey
The first time, it hurt like hell. And the second, third and fourth. By the fifth, however, there was exquisite pleasure with the pain, as Zeke refined his technique and Casey learned to push against him and relax. By the sixth time, Casey felt like there was nothing he didn’t know about bottoming. Technique was key.
The first time, it hurt like hell. And the second, third and fourth. By the fifth time of seeing them together, Zeke and Miss Burke, Casey felt there was nothing he didn’t know about betrayal. And no technique would ever make that hurting stop.
Pairing: Faramir/Frodo
The Tree is in blossom. Long ago, I sat beneath that same tree and asked my father about its history. He took me upon his knee and told me the tale, his arms about me. He loved me, then.
Now it lives. I wish he were here to see it, my father, and to see the one I have chosen. The blossom falls and catches in the breeze. Following it, I find myself looking into the eyes I love.
Father, if you can hear me: be at peace and let me be, also. He is worthy and so am I.
Merry/Frodo
The ship is a sail on the horizon that shimmers and then is gone.
Merry feels numb. He looks to Pippin, standing with Sam, and finds there are no words. There is simply too much feeling in all this to make sense of it all.
He turns from his friends and looks out to sea one last time.
“You look so pale, love,” he hears. “How would you have been if I’d gone?”
Frodo takes Merry into his arms and holds him until the sobs subside. “Let’s go home,” he says, ignoring the pain in his body and his heart.
End