To Capture the Heart of a Warrior

Sweet Sir Peregrin



When Boromir and Pippin came into the bedchamber Miriel was loosening her hair and removing her mantle. Pippin clung to Boromir as if he was a frightened kitten. Boromir sat on the side of the bed and sat Pippin next to him. He looked closely at Pippin. “Come now, Pippin!” Boromir chided, “You have slain orcs and trolls. Surely you aren’t afraid of a sweet thing like Miriel, are you?”

“Well, yes!” Pippin exclaimed. “I am just a little afraid. What if she…”

Boromir waited. When Pippin didn’t continue, Boromir put his hand under Pippin’s chin and raised his face. “What if what, my poppet?”

Pippin quickly glanced at Miriel, then looked back at Boromir. “What if… what if she laughs at me?”

“She won’t laugh at you, Pippin. At least not in the way you seem to fear she might. Come, now, trust in me. I can tell you want this, and you will not be happy until you have tasted the delights of the female form for yourself. I know you! A most inquisitive hobbit, to be sure. Look, now.” Boromir nodded toward Miriel.

Pippin turned to look and gave a soft gasp. Miriel was naked and getting in the bed. Her dark hair lay like a shadow on her pale skin. Small pink nipples capped her breasts, and her bosoms jiggled in a most fetching manner. Her legs were shapely and long. She pulled back the coverlet and gave Pippin and Boromir an inviting smile. “Come, my gallant little Knight,” she said huskily. “Your face is so fair to look upon, I cannot wait to see the rest of you!”

Pippin tried to undress himself, but his hands trembled. He swallowed hard and tried again. Boromir simply took his small hands in both of his larger hands and, dropping a light kiss in each palm, said, “Let me.” Pippin sat still and let Boromir undress him. He looked expectantly up at Boromir. Boromir studied him a moment.

“Do you want me to join you, or would you rather have her to yourself?” he asked.

“Join me. Do, please! I… I can’t, not without you, Acushla.” Pippin said tremulously.

“Very well, then,” Boromir replied fondly. He stripped quite swiftly and with a confidence Pippin could only envy. He climbed into the bed, took Pippin’s hand and gently tugged the hobbit closer. He wrapped his arms around Pippin and gave him a tender kiss. Then he lifted Pippin and lay him between Miriel and himself.

When Miriel first caressed Pippin’s cheek he jumped a bit. She cooed softly to him, “Do not tremble so, little Knight! Oh, Boromir, how beautiful he is! Are all halflings so blessed?”

“Nay,” Boromir answered, tracing Pippin’s shoulder with one finger. “Perhaps the ring-bearer. He is, I am told, fairer than most. But fair though he may be, my Pippin is the only one for me. Indeed, if he had not decided to taste your charms, I would be content to never lie with another. Only he does want you, and I can deny him nothing. Now, my poppet,” Boromir said, taking Pippin’s hand. “Why not begin?”

“Indeed,” Miriel agreed. She caressed Pippin’s cheek once again, marveling at the smooth skin there, then bent and kissed first his cheek, then his small, sweet mouth. Pippin felt her full, soft lips envelop his own. So different from kissing a Man or a hobbit! It was…softer. Yes, softer, and gentler. Her mouth seemed to invite him in. He parted his lips. Her tongue slipped softly inside his small mouth. She moaned softly and seemed to melt into him. Pippin grew bolder, now. He began kissing her back. She moaned again. Her soft hands caressed the little pointed tips of his ears as she deepened the kiss, then she drew back to look at his face. She smiled at the glow she saw there.

“Ah, now I see,” she said softly. “No wonder Boromir fell in love with you. Should I make a habit of this, I tell you it should be at the peril of my heart, sweet Sir Peregrin. Oh, sweet, my little Knight, perilously sweet. You, Sir Knight, could be very dangerous to my woman’s heart!”

Boromir saw Pippin glance his way, as if for approval, and Boromir nodded. Pippin gave him a delighted smile, then pulled Boromir’s face close to collect a kiss from his Man as well. “Now what?” he asked.

Boromir laughed. “Now you touch her.” He took Pippin’s hand and guided it to Miriel’s breast. “Like this,” he said. Pippin began to stroke her skin, then let his small fingers tease her nipple, smiling when she gasped in delight. Boromir nuzzled Pippin’s ear, whispering for Pippin to taste her breasts. Pippin kissed her mouth then pecked his way down her graceful neck. He cautiously flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, and when he saw her skin rise in goose-flesh he captured her nipple between his lips and suckled it gently. She moaned again. Boromir’s lips on his ear were doing wonders for Pippin’s confidence as well as Miriel’s response. “You see?” Boromir murmured, “I told you she wouldn’t laugh at you.”

Growing bolder still, Pippin explored her a little more, letting his small hand creep to her crotch. She moaned yet again and gave what Pippin thought to be a most encouraging little squirm. “Boromir?” he whispered.

“Yes, my poppet?”

“Do I… I mean, should I… can I… can I do… things… you know, with my mouth, like I do for you?”

“You wish to taste her?” Boromir asked.

“Yes, I do rather think I should very much like that.” Pippin said. Boromir smiled, recognizing the little growl in Pippin’s voice.

“Then let us show you how it is done,” Boromir answered. He had Miriel lie on her back and spread her legs. Hobbit and Man crept between her thighs and Boromir parted her lips. “You see how it is like a flower? That is what a woman is like. She is like a flower, and her lover must help her to open like a blossom. This little bit here we call this the ‘bud,’ for you see it resembles the bud of a flower. It is the center of her pleasure. Just do to it what you do to me.”

“Show me,” Pippin demanded, now very interested. He watched Boromir place his mouth around the bud of flesh. “Oh, aye! I see! It really is just like I do to you, isn’t it?”

Boromir pulled away with a husky, “Yes, it is.” He captured Pippin in his arms and kissed him, letting Pippin take his first taste of a woman from his lover’s own mouth. “That is what it tastes like,” Boromir said.

“Now let me!” Pippin said rather eagerly. He bent and did as Boromir had done and was rewarded by a groan from Miriel. He set to his meal with a will, greedily taking the pleasure he found there. His curious little fingers found her inner lips and squirmed inside her. She cried out sharply, and he felt her becoming very wet. He slipped in more fingers, driving them deeply and wriggling them about inside her, sucking her greedily. She curled her slim fingers into his golden-brown curls.

“She’s going to come soon,” Boromir instructed. “When she does, she will tighten around your fingers. When you mount her and she comes, she will do the same thing while you are inside her, and Pippin, it feels so good, you’re going to love it. But you can make her come for you like this, first, if you wish.”

Apparently Pippin wished. He sucked and flicked with his tongue the hard little bud of flesh in his mouth. Miriel suddenly cried out, and just as Boromir had said, Pippin felt her clasp and pulse around his fingers. How delightful! He continued using his mouth on her until he was certain she was done, then turned and kissed Boromir rather forcefully. “I want to be inside her, Boromir!” he growled, “And when I am, I want you inside of me.” And with that, he raised himself up along her body and slipped inside her. Boromir took a little jar from a table near the bed. Apparently he knew what it was there for. He dipped his fingers into the jar and spread the oily, slippery stuff on his member, positioned himself over Pippin, then slid inside his halfling expertly. “Oh, so good!” Pippin gasped. “Now use your body to guide me. Show me how it’s done.”

Boromir caught on quickly. He pushed all the way in, then rocked his hips forward and upward so that Pippin ground against Miriel in just the right way. “Like that, my poppet. Just like that.”

“Mmmm, that’s good, Acushla, oh that feels so good!” Pippin groaned. His face was just at her breasts, and he attacked her nipples greedily as he slid in and out of her, letting Boromir guide him with his shaft and hips.

“Oh, Valar!” Miriel whimpered, “Are you sure this is your first time with a female, Pippin?”

“I don’t think he’s going to answer you, Miriel.” Boromir said, realizing Pippin wasn’t going to stop long enough to reply. “I think he rather likes what he’s doing with his mouth just now, but yes, it is his first time.”

“Then the women of Gondor should beware!” she said, “The two of you could steal many a heart, I fear. Oh, little Knight, such a sweet thing you are! Don’t stop, I beg you both.”

The pair above her went a little faster now and she gasped with pleasure. As one they worked her body, and she could tell Pippin had picked up Boromir’s instructions splendidly. So much passion in that small body! And more so that Boromir was there. She knew without being told that the Man’s presence made all the difference to the halfling. The small mouth on her breasts demanded that she give him all her pleasure, the little body between her legs drove her mercilessly and she peaked yet again. The halfling, too, was climaxing, and she felt him fill her with his hot juices as she cried out yet again.

And Boromir! Miriel could tell that he, too, had peaked. She knew him well, had seen him and been the cause of him reaching his climax. She recognized it immediately, yet when he came it seemed to her that he felt a pleasure in the little body beneath him that neither she nor any other woman had ever quite achieved in Boromir. When the pair were spent, Boromir rolled to one side, taking his halfling with him. Pippin turned in Boromir’s arms and she watched them kiss passionately. She could not help feeling a little envious. How she would love to have that kind of passion, either from the Man or the halfling… but she knew in her heart that this was wishful thinking only. It was plain to her these two would never be parted.

She stroked Pippin’s back and felt him arch against her palm like a cat. “Once more, little Knight,” she softly said. “Only one act more do I wish to share with you, and your first time shall be complete.”

Boromir pushed Pippin onto his back. “She wants you in her mouth,” he said.

Miriel slid her soft hands across Pippin’s chest. “Small you may be, and fair to look upon, but like no maiden, little cockerel!” she said. “No, little Knight, not you! You may not be a Man, but you are all male! Look at you, look at your beautiful little body! Small, yes, but so masculine… for look at your chest. Well muscled you are, and look at the sweet golden hair that so adorns your chest. Look at your shoulders, so well made.” She slid her hand further down, down past Pippin’s navel until it came to the little patch of hair in which nested the halfling’s member. “And not so small in all places, I declare. Even your bottom is beautiful. Beware, Boromir! Leave not this sweet morsel too long!” She bent over Pippin and took him into her mouth.

She found she could take almost all of him in her mouth, and this seemed to enhance her pleasure and her desire to please the little one. Pippin panted and buried his fingers in her hair, bucking upwards, driving himself deeply into her mouth. She glanced up Pippin’s small body to see him pull his warrior into a deep kiss. When the time was right, she slipped two fingers inside the halfling. He bucked his hips upwards, holding Boromir’s face between his hands, moaning into the large mouth that kissed him so passionately. The halfling’s seed was sweet, less salty than that of a Man. Greedily she swallowed every drop he gave her, then leaned on one elbow and watched as Boromir broke their kiss. She watched Boromir trace a finger across the soft cheek once more as he watched his halfling gasping for breath.

“Well, my poppet? What say you? How did you like it?” Boromir said with an indulgent smile.

“Splendid!” Pippin answered. “Oh, Boromir, my acushla! How good you are to me!” The halfling then turned to Miriel and kissed her as well. “Thank you, Miriel! Thank you a thousand times. I shall never forget you, not until the end of my days.”

She kissed him in return, savoring the sweetness of the small mouth. Her kiss was a tender one, filled with genuine emotion. “Nor shall I forget you, my sweet Sir Peregrin! Not until the end of my days. No, nor your Boromir. For I see now that he is yours, all yours. For has he tried to fulfill himself with me, as he used to? No, sweet Sir Knight. He is yours. Alas for the women of Gondor! Would that we could all taste his charms once more. But no, it is not to be. You are both blessed with each other. May the stars shine always upon you both, and may your hearts be always joined as I now see they are. And may I find this kind of love for myself, some bright day.”

With that, she rose and began to wash herself. When she was done and had arranged her hair once more she washed Boromir and Pippin, and dressed them herself with many a kiss for them both. With a last cup of wine she toasted their happiness. They gathered their packages, and she smiled wistfully as they bid her farewell. She watched them walk together back up the winding street with a sad smile. When they had vanished from her view, she closed the door, sighed, hugged herself and whispered, “I want one! I want my own halfling!” She laughed at herself and poured herself another cup of wine.


To Be Continued