By: Dana
Summary: Second Yule is spent in good company.
Characters: Pervinca Took, Estella Bolger, and Rosemary Brandybuck
Pairings: Pervinca/Estella/Rosemary
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Warnings: Femslash, sexual content, hobbitpile
Author's Notes: One reason I wanted to write this was was because I am terribly fond of Ruby Nye's Rosemary, and as well wanted to write something bright, something that could have happened at the beginning of 1419. Another reason was because I don't write nearly enough Pervinca.
Second Yule is the first of the year. (Even though this DOES happen during the Troubles, I am not going to list it in that series.)
Series Index: Roads Go On and Years Go By. 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 1419, 2 Yule

It had come to a new day, and to a new year as well, but Pervinca did not think, or even feel, that very much had changed. There had been some snow, enough of it to give Yule an extra amount of cheer – and given how lacking the cheer had been, Pervinca knew that that was more than enough. Last Night had come, and with it the new year, and even for the darkness of times, that was only more reason for celebration.

Still, there was dancing, and drinking, the old year turned out, the new year welcomed in. Pervinca danced with Everard out of old habit, but then sent him off to dance with his lad Tolby – still, she and Ev had shared a kiss, again out of old habit.

And here it was, Last Night, the first of the new year, and she went from the festivities, bundled up against the cold outside. Above, in frigid darkness, the stars were bright like scattered diamonds, shining overhead. Pervinca felt the breath gone from her, her fingers numbing through her gloves, her feet crunching on a glittering of snow. And she stood, looked up, and wondered what end her brother had brought himself to – did he look at this same sky? How was he? Oh, was he well? More likely, he was better off than well, and had not yet come to the end of his adventure. That he would come back, there was no doubt. But Pervinca had never been good at waiting, or in being left behind.

She heard giggles, and turned her head, brought her hands up to breathe out warm against them. Two children, bundled up against the cold, ran out beneath the starry sky, cheeks glowing from the warmth inside. Pervinca inhaled on a breath – cold air in her nose, in her throat, and distantly the smell of mint and spice.

She shut her eyes, shook out her arms, then went out walking some more, bare branches spreading overhead. Her thoughts turned eastwards, but she shrugged them off, looked up yet again.

'I'll not wish upon a star,' she said. They were all bright, but no one star brighter than any other. Pervinca sighed. Then she shivered. Then she decided on finding some warm company to see the night, and the end of the year, through, and so turned back to light, and went back inside.

And inside, she found Estella waiting to the side of the room, picking at the sleeve of her pretty dark dress. Pervinca snuck up behind her, for Estella's attention was on the middle of the room – on someone dancing, Pervinca guessed – and Pervinca slid her arms round Estella's waist, pulled back, and kissed the tip of her ear.

Estella laughed, and Pervinca felt that through her arms. 'Oh, hello, Vinca,' Estella said, and Pervinca let her loose.

'Am I so easy to guess at?' Pervinca asked, grinning lopsidedly. Estella rolled her eyes, reached for Pervinca's hand, and ragged her three steps right, to where the mistle-bough was hung on the arch of the door – she kissed Pervinca soundly, as Pervinca kissed her back, and laughed.

'Much better,' Pervinca said, smiling when they were through. Estella rolled her eyes once more, and drew Pervinca back along with her, to where she had been waiting.

'I'm waiting on my drink,' Estella said lightly. 'You Tooks. Almost as bad as some certain Brandybucks.' But there was depth there, at least hanging at the end of her words.

'Only almost as bad?' Pervinca thought she sounded offended. 'I must needs do much better, then.'

Estella's laugh was ringing sharp like a bell, and then she said again, 'I'm waiting on my drink.'

'I haven't seen you all night – well, not alone,' Pervinca said. She leaned back against the wall. Estella was warm at her side, the air warmer before them. If she shut her eyes, she could easily imagine herself, out there, dancing. She didn't need to close her eyes to slide her hand into Estella's, and Estella laughed out on a breath, made herself more comfortable beside Pervinca, both of them now leaning against the wall.

She didn't mention her drink, this time, and they stood and made idle talk, Pervinca's attention drifting more than it ought to have. Then she saw her father lead her mother out to dance, as was tradition. Her mother had seemed odd of late, but she had been out of sorts. 'I should take you off to dance,' Pervinca said, but made no show to move.

'I'll never have my drink, not if you're set on having your way,' Estella said, and Pervinca grinned sideways at her. Then Estella sighed, and her hand slid away.

'Do you think of him often?'

'Of him?' But Estella knew who Pervinca meant, though she didn't say his name. 'I suppose so. I never thought I would, but then, I hardly ever thought that he would up and leave the Shire.' She grew quiet, thoughtful, and Pervinca looked sideways at her once more – Estella bit at the corner of her mouth, then sighed out loud. 'I never thought to miss him, either.'

She said nothing more, and Pervinca at that moment had been thoughtful enough to not push. 'Did you know,' Estella said, long moments after, 'that the Sackville-Baggins had hoped to entertain us at Bag End?' She spoke so low, that Pervinca could hardly believe her ears.

She stood forward, looked at Estella, and Estella's eyes were dark, uncertain, and Pervinca, knowing at least the rumours of Lotho Sackville-Baggins' involvement in the disappearance of Frodo, and Pippin, and Merry. 'Estella–'

Estella hastened to speak, saying, 'Oh, I know that Pimple had no hand in their disappearance – Freddy at least let that on – but my brother's said no more than that. And I must say, I'm not used to that quiet. Still, Lotho thought to have us as his guests, at Yule...' She shook her head, but her eyes sparkled as she laughed. 'Oh, Vinca,' she said, and wiped her hand across her brow. 'You should have seen father's face – and mother's was even more comical. I never thought that Lobelia might think to invite us all to Yule. Believe me, I haven't ever seen him turn that shade. Oh, Rosemary, thank you.' She kissed Rosemary on the cheek, for Rosemary had brought her a mug of something hot. Rosemary smiled sideways at Pervinca, and Pervinca turned thoughtful for a moment, before saying:

'There was no invitation, not for us – leastwise, not that I know.'

'And if there had been, you would know,' said Rosemary.

'True enough – there's little here that goes on that I don't somehow find my way to knowing.' And Pervinca grinned and leaned back, and Rosemary and Estella shared from the same cup, before Rosemary smiled and pressed Estella's hand.

'I'm off to dance with your brother now. But I'll dance with you later, I promise.'

Estella chuckled softly, then laughed with more force. Rosemary pressed her hand more tightly, then sped off, vanishing into the crowd of hobbits, the ribbons in her hair bright beneath the warming lanterns.

'Will you dance,' Pervinca said, 'or will you dance?'

'That's not business of yours,' Estella laughed, and then busied herself with her drink.

The next Pervinca saw Rosemary, she was warm-cheeked and smiling bright as day. Pervinca called her name, and waved her over, and next Pervinca knew, Rosemary was warm against her, her breath hot like a sweet fresh kiss.

'Happy Yule, Pervinca,' she said, and smiled, sweet as that kiss, and when her lips touched Pervinca's, there was no excuse of mistle-bough hanging above their heads. And they smiled at one another, afterwards, Rosemary's kiss fresh on Pervinca's mouth.

'Have you danced with Freddy and Estella both?'

Rosemary nods, and her hand finds Pervinca's, fingers warm and smooth. 'I have, yes. And you, Pervinca, have you danced to your fill?'

Pervinca really can't help but smile, and she laughs. 'No, dear Rosemary, I can't say that I have.'

'We ought do something, then, to rectify that.'

'Oh, do you think so?'

'That I do.' And they smiled more and laughed, and Rosemary gave Pervinca's hand a warm press. 'Perhaps we ought find Estella, as well. Likely, she's not had her fill of dancing, either.'

The hour was late, but the night is still warm, and though many couples and others had already slipped away, there were still others who were dancing. The music, though, had grown deeper, slow, and Rosemary and Pervinca both promised that they would find the other, whomever found Estella first.

As it was, it was Rosemary who found Pervinca, and Rosemary had Estella in tow. It was a good night, the old year before, and Pervinca thought it best warm company be found, and kept. So she asked them both to come with her, and neither had needed to say yes, but they both did.

And sometime, not long after that, they found themselves n Pervinca's warm, and the cold new year, and the night sky beyond, seemed very far away.

'We'll play a game,' Rosemary said, smile warm and sweet. Estella shivered, not that Rosemary had given her any real reason, and gasped on a laugh.

'Wicked Brandybuck,' Estella said, as Rosemary grinned at Pervinca over Estella's shoulder. Rosemary's tongue was pink, candlelight in her curls, and the line of Estella's cheek – and Estella shivered once more, this time with reason, as Rosemary licked along the curve of Estella's ear. 'With a wicked tongue,' Estella gasped, again, slumping back, though her vision still seemed clear.

Pervinca grinned at them both, and would have stretched languidly to watch – but she looked Rosemary eye to eye, and she smiled, then nodded, and then nipped at Estella's ear, and Estella squeaked as she laughed. 'Only because you like it so,' Rosemary said with bold cheer.

Estella opened her mouth to answer, but shut it as quickly, Rosemary dipping her head to lick, then nibble, at Estella's neck. Pervinca found that she could then press close, Estella warm, heat along her front, and she and Rosemary both so sweet. 'You would make a perfect painting,' she said, reaching to the ribbons in Estella's hair – her dark curls only somewhat mussed, high colour warming her cheeks, warmer down the stretch of her neck, and Rosemary draped at her back, Rosemary's hand sliding down to a covered hip.

'Rosemary,' Pervinca said, leaning closer, Estella's eyes shuttering, then closing fully, her tongue flicking, pale and pink, across her lips – her mouth left parted, and Pervinca a breath away.

Pervinca's fingers caught hold of a ribbon, and she tugged gently, then more firmly, and Estella reached a hand up, caught hold of her wrist. Rosemary did something with her mouth, not something that Pervinca could tell, and Estella cried out (then gasped, now, that wasn't fair), and Rosemary lifted her head, and Pervinca her eyes, Rosemary grinning bright and wide, the colour of her kiss showing on Estella's skin.

Rosemary's hand had fallen to Estella's hip, fingers moving, pulling at her dress – Estella moved her leg, showed skin, and Rosemary's fingers trailed, lightly, apparently, and Estella shivered then gasped, and Pervinca pulled free one ribbon, and Pervinca took Estella's mouth.

Estella's eyes snapped opened, then shut with some reserve, Estella stretched her leg out wide, Rosemary's hand vanishing beneath cloth. Then Estella quaked, and kiss became moan, and Pervinca leaned back, grinning somewhat smugly – Estella opened her eyes.

'A game?' Estella managed, her voice even. 'I thought we meant to dance.'

Pervinca smiled, laughed with cheer – there needed to be cheer. 'Oh, we'll dance.'

She held the ribbon still, and caught it with her other hand. Estella did not protest as she was blindfolded, biting her lip to keep herself from moaning too loudly, Rosemary's hand moving at a quick pace, then slowing – she pressed kisses on Estella's neck, at her ear, left pale pink marks that no doubt would darken. Pervinca nipped at Estella's lower lip, caught it, sucked on it, and Estella pushed with her hips, one leg pushing against Pervinca's.

Estella's bodice was simple, but lovely – Estella hardly needed more. Pervinca savoured the moment, Estella's mouth parting and closing, moaning to sing, Rosemary and she both so lovely, light and dark and burning.

Then Pervinca bent her mouth to the laces of Estella's bodice, caught one with her teeth, and tugged – Estella gasped and jerked and Rosemary laughed against skin, and Pervinca chuckled as she loosened the first lace.

'Both so wicked,' Estella said, but in a highly complimentary fashion – she stretched out her other leg, leaning back further, and Pervinca tugged with her teeth, pulled free Estella's bodice, then made her way to skin.

'Ah–' Estella's voice fell away, then Pervinca caught one nipple with her teeth, pressing lightly – Estella shifted her leg once more, her foot against Pervinca's thigh. 'Ah, Vinca, please–' and Estella arched into that, and Pervinca sucked at her, stroked bare skin beneath her thumb – if she had looked up, at that moment, she would have seen Rosemary, watching her, eyes glinting like bright jewels.

When Estella cried out again, voice striking high, Pervinca licked at her nipple, then kissed the soft skin of her breast – she looked up, then, and Rosemary smiled at her with even more cheer. But it was Estella who said, a glimmer of sweat on her cheeks and her shoulders, 'You – both of you – you aren't being fair.'

Pervinca only grinned – hadn't Estella said that before, or something like it, even? – and she moved back, and Rosemary pushed Estella against her, and Pervinca slid her hands down Estella's bare back as Rosemary leaned away. Estella's hands rested at Pervinca's shoulders, and Pervinca nipped at Estella's ear.

Estella was all but dripping between her legs, and the sound she made at the touch of Pervinca's finger was a mewling moan, soft as melted honey, and just as sticky warm. She made another small sound, shifting, and they were all shifting some, stretching out and pressing close, arms and legs moving, laughs breathless but catching, slick and glimmering and glowing, heat flowing in the air.

Resettled, bare hand against bare thigh, Pervinca licked with the tip of her tongue, the heat there glowing, something she could take with her mouth, kiss like a friend. A laughing moan, and Rosemary said something that Pervinca heard but couldn't hear, and a hand caught her wrist and pulled her up, and Estella drew her down, tangled her legs about her waist, breasts and flesh pushed flush and damp against Pervinca's back, Estella's laugh small and teasing, her nose pushed against Pervinca's throat. She had taken off the ribbon, then.

But Pervinca let herself be held, Estella's mouth on her neck, Estella's arms about her, pulling back – and Rosemary grinned at her, grinned sweetly and then smiled, Pervinca leaned back and Estella's legs loosening about her waist – slid down, one foot against Pervinca's hip, the heel of the other pushing with haphazard grace against the hot dampness between Pervinca's legs. Pervinca startled, liquid heat gone through her, a damp laugh pushed against her shoulder, and Rosemary rising up and then leaning now. The clamp of hands, the press of fingers, and Pervinca leaned back and Estella pulled against her, and Rosemary's soft tongue, wicked, teasing, was a far more effective thing.

She might have said something, but bit her lower lip instead, Estella breathing against her, damp and hot, Rosemary moving, and Pervinca not wishing the moment to stop, not wishing the feeling to end. When she did open her mouth, her lower lip aching, sweat and glory, she made only one soft moan before Estella's hand pressed, sly, over her mouth, muffling sound, her other hand sliding, slipping, soft to Pervinca's hip.

There was a moment there where Rosemary moved up, fingers now instead of tongue, and kissed Pervinca wish such intensity that Pervinca simply forgot to moan. They were all slick now, and Pervinca opened her eyes long enough to look at Rosemary, and Rosemary at she – and they nodded, and Estella bit on Pervinca's neck, and Pervinca's exclaim made little sense, and Rosemary laughed into her mouth.

'Aren't we to dance?' Rosemary said, as if she meant to take lead, and Pervinca had had enough sense driven from her that she only nodded, as well as she could, Estella's mouth hot and pinning, sucking on her skin, Rosemary's fingers moving at pace and then slowing to heated breath – Pervinca thought her senses might simply slip from her head.

So she gave over control, if she had ever had it, let Estella and Rosemary kiss over her shoulder, a lovely vision just to her right, Estella's fingers joining Rosemary's, Pervinca gasping, clenching, one of her legs pulling back, if only so she might better feel. She was caught between skin and skin, and Rosemary kissed her cheek and Estella licked her ear, and when Pervinca came it was quite a shattering event, a different heat spreading through her, pulsing, deep.

Not that Estella or Rosemary gave up, fingers moving, kisses probing, Pervinca caught between slick glistening skin, and now for certainly all sense was gone from her mind.

When she could, she twisted her mouth rounded to kiss Estella, Rosemary's fingers sliding deep, a jolt through Pervinca and then she felt herself shatter all again, and her kiss broke so she might laugh, weary, against Estella's glowing lips. There was another laugh, and Rosemary nipped at Pervinca's ear, and Pervinca swung her head round slowly, leaned forward, kissed Rosemary with leisure, Rosemary's fingers not quite finished, yet.

But Pervinca decided then to give back as she was given, slid free of Estella's loose grip, pressed firm against Rosemary, pushed her down, Rosemary's fingers slipping away. Pervinca caught Rosemary's mouth, kissed her, and from behind, Estella laughed – when Estella moved, she did so only to better pin Rosemary, and Pervinca pushed her knee up, pressed against the wet heat at Rosemary's center.

She was gathering herself together, Rosemary breathing hard, trembling, and Estella laughed, again with cheer. But she said nothing, only kissed Pervinca's cheek, then her lips – and Pervinca kissed Rosemary, even as Rosemary moaned, sweet as sparking heat.

Another go, and needed cheer. If night, and the cold of new year, had seemed far away already, then it was now only made more distant, as they made themselves more close.