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claudia603Yep. This is SO very terribly horribly wrong. This is my payment to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danachan for the trashy plot bunny she's going to write about Frodo in a jail knocked up by Boromir.
Don’t own it. Don’t make money off it.
So Wrong
“Come closer,” Denethor’s voice was low and ominous, like the growl of a wild cat before attack.
“Yes, my lord.” Pippin’s stomach fell as he stepped until he stood between the knees of the steward. He had gotten himself in deep this time. Denethor was nothing like Boromir, who had laughed easily, or like Faramir, who had a gentle heart.
A rough hand caressed Pippin’s cheek and he tried not to cringe. The steward’s breath smelled of a sickening combination of chicken and tomatoes and grapes.
Denethor’s lips, still smeared with the splattered juice of tomato or grape, turned into half a smile as his hand slithered behind Pippin’s neck and pulled the hobbit into a close embrace.
“The end is near, Master Hobbit,” he whispered, kissing Pippin’s pointy ear. “Let us take what pleasure we can.”
Pippin shuddered.
“He trembles,” Denethor said mockingly, petting Pippin’s cheek. He bent down and his lips consumed Pippin’s. Pippin tasted all the steward had been eating, and he tried not to gag.
He wished more than ever that he had obeyed Gandalf and kept his mouth shut.
Merry was right. He never could.
danachan for the trashy plot bunny she's going to write about Frodo in a jail knocked up by Boromir.Don’t own it. Don’t make money off it.
So Wrong
“Come closer,” Denethor’s voice was low and ominous, like the growl of a wild cat before attack.
“Yes, my lord.” Pippin’s stomach fell as he stepped until he stood between the knees of the steward. He had gotten himself in deep this time. Denethor was nothing like Boromir, who had laughed easily, or like Faramir, who had a gentle heart.
A rough hand caressed Pippin’s cheek and he tried not to cringe. The steward’s breath smelled of a sickening combination of chicken and tomatoes and grapes.
Denethor’s lips, still smeared with the splattered juice of tomato or grape, turned into half a smile as his hand slithered behind Pippin’s neck and pulled the hobbit into a close embrace.
“The end is near, Master Hobbit,” he whispered, kissing Pippin’s pointy ear. “Let us take what pleasure we can.”
Pippin shuddered.
“He trembles,” Denethor said mockingly, petting Pippin’s cheek. He bent down and his lips consumed Pippin’s. Pippin tasted all the steward had been eating, and he tried not to gag.
He wished more than ever that he had obeyed Gandalf and kept his mouth shut.
Merry was right. He never could.
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Date: 2010-12-12 11:01 pm (UTC)(I mean, despite Denethor's nasty breath.)
I love him petting Pip and kissing his ear. :DDDD
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Date: 2010-12-12 11:08 pm (UTC)