By: Dana
Summary: Tangles.
Characters: Hally Bolger, Talenard North-took, and Peridot Bolger North-took
Pairings: Hally/Talen/Peridot
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Pile-ish, het and slash, sexual content
Author's Notes: Posted for my month long Birthdaypalooza, August 2007.
And now, a vignette set, featuring what appears to be three of my favourite OCs. There will be a couple more of these, over the next few days, and then I will get into posting my long list of Troubles vignettes.
Refers to things that happened In a Sunless Year.
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with J.R.R. Tolkien or New Line Cinema. Any and all characters and situations that have been borrowed are for the author's personal use only, and for the entertainment of others.

SR 1428 through SR 1429

They get better at it, at tangling together and finding some way, one or another, to keep Hally safe. Talen is sturdy and warm but Peridot is soft and hot, and she laughs almost all the time, even when he's buried deep in her, when he feels the squeeze of her body all around: and there could be no end to it, he thinks, setting to a pace. 'Ah, ah,' Peridot pants, smiling, sweaty fingers on a sweaty cheek. 'Ah, yes, but that's glorious, it is.' She is glorious, eyes burning bright, hair a rumpled mess, all her curves fair and sweet to know.

He thinks they wish to give him an oversized head, she and Talen both, for all they compliment him: and he kisses her and moves with each breath, and Peridot shudders hot around him, clutching at him, tight like a vice, as she reaches her peak.

It's some long months before he thinks to bear it, or to suggest it, that Talen might tup him: but he wishes for it, even as he dreads it. They make it difficult, they do, for nightmares to come round. And he thinks, he might bear this, and perhaps he might find pleasure there, too.

Oh, and Talen will, setting to him with such smiles that Hally can't help but fall back, to the bed, laughing as he moans. Peridot strokes fingers through his hair, and Hally grips tight her other hand, and one of Talen's, too. And the world doesn't end, when Talen sinks deep, slow now, a pace that he can bear. He feels it through his body, the tightness, and the pleasure of it – oh, the pleasure of it. He barks out a startled laugh at the first pleasant stab of it, almost thinking he might weep.

They get better at it, all three together, and Hally learns again that sensation need not only be cruel, but there is pleasure found in the most simplest of things. Like walking, or singing, or even holding hands – like smiling, and what a smile might mean, and all the light in candle-warm eyes.

Hally writes home, though home is far behind him: and he has found another place for him, and Talen and Peridot have both made their home his. The first babe comes, in the spring of 1429, and Hally doesn't know if its his or if its Talen's. And what does it matter? He went looking for something, and found himself love, and family.

They name the babe Palenard, and Hally will be uncle as much as father. Most children should be so lucky, he says, and Talen and Peridot both agree. To live, and in such love.