Very, very, very, very short ficlet, not a drabble. Didn't have the heart to shorten it down. Someone today said something about 'Lust into loathing' to me. And this came from that. Someone should enjoy this.

We should have been more careful, Pip.

Then they might not have found out. They might not have found us together that morning. They might not have torn us apart, forbade us from even looking at each other again, as they dragged you from the room. Tears in your eyes, kicking, screaming,

"Merry! Don't take me away from Merry!" But they didn't listen to you.

Maybe then we'd be together now, lying warm in each other's arms.

Not separated. Not sent to opposite sides of the Shire. Cold. Lonely. Constantly being reminded how we shamed and disappointed our families.

What are they telling you, Pippin? Are they turning you against me, as they are me against you? Thinking love can so easily be turned into hate? Lust into loathing?

Are you believing them?

You haven't done anything wrong, after all. I was the one that corrupted you. It was my fault. That's what I've been told, anyway.