#tlor

The married life for you and pippin is going..fine. But there’s one thing he’s confused on.

Warnings: kissing, mentions of pregnancy, slight fear of being infertile, mentions of consummating a marriage, slight jealously, reader was apart of the fellowship (only female on it), mentions of drinking. Use of ‘luv”

you met pippin when you were very young. You, him and merry have always been the trio of trouble. Always nicking stuff and having a laugh and getting into trouble with Gandalf whenever he’d visit..

you went on the journey with Frodo, sam and the others- you were the only female to be apart of the fellowship. At the start, you had no feelings for pippin. He was a friend- a good friend. Someone you could talk to about big troubles and someone you can train with…

Took, however, was mad for you. He loved you and would (and almost did) die for you, just like you almost died for him- and the others -countless times. He swore to himself that he would never tell you though. He was farrrr to nervous to.

But over the years on your journey, you slowly began to realise just how important he was to you. And it wasn’t until you found out about him being forced to go to Gondor after touching the Palantír..and you deciding to go after him- alone.

You got there and saw how the once “fool of a took” turned wise and thought before he acted and you saw how much he had matured..you realised then that you had caught feelings- deep, deep feelings.

You kissed him that day, after the war, after you’d seen him fight and defend and protect..you admitted your feelings for him and he admitted his right back to you as he hugged you tightly.

you’ve been together since- got married two years back, just one after Sam.

Your both extremely happy together. You take turns cooking second breakfasts and it’s easy for you to trust eachover- when he goes to the pubs with merry and your out with rose..you’ve never doubted one another. Even Gandalf says the two of you are love taken in human form..

But the difference is- Sam has two children. Had his first in the first year he was married..you and took haven’t even talked about children.

yes, you’ve consummated the marriage..you’ve consummated the marriage more times than you can count and it’s rare he pulls out- but you still have no child. He’s never properly spoken to you about it, you’ve never properly brought it up..there was, you think, one mention of it and that was one late night out with the fellowship- you had spoken about how you did want kids but only with the right man. He said the same, he wanted them with the right women.

your laying in bed in your nightgown, reading a book- and he walks in, a curious look on his face- as if he’s just realised something.

“Yer’ not pregnant.” he says it casually as he opens the covers and climbs in next to you- in nothing but his own night top and pants.

You raise an eyebrow- but you don’t look up from your book. Your used to your husband blurting out weird things. “I’m aware.”

“..why?” He looks at you for a couple of seconds before he looks back onto the ceiling. “a’ don’t..pull out- or anythin’- not m’ch anywey- and ye’ haven’t done anythin’ to stop it..” he puts his hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling, his Scottish accent slightly thicker with confusion than normal.

You put your book in your lap, still open, and you turn your head to look down at him..“that’s just how it goes sometimes..do you even still want kids?” You tilt your head slightly..

“..I du’no...Maybe? Maybe not?” He looks at you..“I want kids- but not if you don’t..” He rolls over onto his side to face you, propping his head up on one hand as he watches you.

His free hand trailing along your stomach, and your waist, and along your hip, his eyes fixed on your waist and stomach and thighs. He seems distracted by your body- and he almost always is- but for some reason, he seems..more than usual..

“That makes sense.” You say sarcastically, taking your bookmark off your bedside table and putting it in your book, closing it over and putting it where the mark was. “Why?”

“Well- it’s jus’..it took Sam and rose two months. It’s taken us two years, luv’..” his eyebrows furrow slightly- the jealousy on his face obvious.

“Well.…we haven’t been- actively trying. But- if I did end up pregnant, I wouldn’t be sad..if actually be kinda happy about it.”

“What’s if you..can’t have them?” His eyes widen slightly and he looks at you..

“Then we’ll sort it out together..there are spells and potions out there..if we really wanted one in the future, we’d have one..I promise.”

He nods slowly…“okay.” He lies down, pulling the covers over himself.

.hi?