Disclaimer: I own nothing. Period. Not even Pippin (*sob*). Everything
belongs to the genius J.R.R. Tolkien. Not like you didn't know that
already.
Author's Note: This is just a cute story about the escapades of a younger Merry and Pippin. It was inspired by D for Dumbledores in my big periwinkle book of LOTR. I plan to add a few more chapters in the near future. Told from Merry's POV. And now.on with the story!
~*Chapter One*~ On Bringing Home Baby Bumblebees.
"Pippin slow down! I just ate second breakfast!" But my little cousin only giggled and ran faster. I plodded after him a bit before clutching my stomach and doubling over, praying that I wouldn't have to be reunited with my rather large breakfasts.
"What's da matter, Mer?" Pippin stopped and turned around, his mouth hanging open as it always does when he stares at something (and I must say it makes him appear quite stupid).
"I don't feel too good, Pip," I said, groaning.
"Why?" he asked, the same look on his face.
"Cause I was hungry."
"Why?"
"I dunno."
"Why?"
"Just because."
"Why?"
"SHUT UP, PIP!"
His eyes suddenly welled up and his bottom lip quivered.
"I-I'm s-sorry Merry! I did-didn't m-mean t-to annoy you!" By this point tears were streaming down his rosy cheeks. Honestly, Pippin can be such a little baby.
"It's okay, Pippin." I sighed. It can be so hard being the older, mature one. "O-okay Merry," sniffled Pippin, wiping his oversized eyes. "I won't ever annoy you, Merry, never, ever, ever, again. I pwomish."
"Fine. Now leave me alone until my tummy feels better. I'll catch up with you later." My second breakfast did a cartwheel in my stomach.
"Okay Merry." He turned and walked a few feet before looking back at me, his eyes still big and watery.
"You won't die, will you, Merry?" he whimpered, his lip beginning to tremble again.
"No, Pip, I'll be fine in a bit," I replied with a sigh.
"Oh. All right." He looked much less upset. Pip waved his pudgy little hand and skipped off, leaving me lying on the ground clutching my belly in pain.
Lucky for me I didn't see my breakfast again. I took a few short naps, which did make me feel a bit better. It seemed like hours had passed (and perhaps they did) as I lay there on the ground with my stomach churning. But I was finally able to muster enough strength to get up and find Pippin. I was about to stand up when I heard a terrified scream. It took me quite by surprise, causing me to topple back onto my (rather sensitive) bum.
"What the.?"
Suddenly, Pippin emerged, running, from a small clump of trees. My eyes widened in horror as I saw what was chasing him: a giant, black, buzzing, MONSTER! My cousin was waving his arms about wildly, trying to fend off the beast. It was then I realized that it was not one monster, but DOZENS OF THEM!! They were all flying in a group! Each would dive at poor Pippin, and after each dive he would scream in pain and try to swat their little bodies away. But the things would only fly back, regroup, and dive at him again, and again, and again!
I watched in utter terror when it dawned on me: Pippin was running, the little monsters in hot pursuit, right at ME!
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I must have leapt nearly three feet in the air. Completely forgetting the dull ache in my tummy I took off as fast as my fuzzy hobbit feet could carry me. In my panic, I tripped over a stone. I struggled to get up but I only tripped over my own feet (Mum always tells me that I have abnormally large feet for a hobbit of my age). I turned my head; Pippin was nearly upon me.
"Pippin!" I cried desperately. "Pippin! Stop! Run the other way! I'm here!"
"MERRY! SAVE MEEEEEE!!!!"
"Pippin--DON'T--"
It was too late. Pippin threw his small, chubby, self on top of me. And the ferocious monsters followed. I felt their little bodies hit me, bounce off my face, fly down my shirt, and get stuck in my curly hair. Then--PAIN! Utter pain as they dug their teeth into me. I began to cry as hard as my cousin (who was still lying on top of me, at least acting as a shield).
"I've got to get help!" I though in a panic. "But first I've gotta get Pip off me!" I gave a mighty shove and Pippin fell off. I leapt to my feet and grabbed his hand.
"C'mon! Let's get outta here!" I gave him a tug but he wouldn't move--he was crying too hard.
"Pip, PLEASE!" I could barely think through all my pain and tears. I opened my mouth to yell at him again but a monster flew in there, too! I managed to spit it out, but not before it bit me firmly on the tongue.
"BBBBLLLLLLLEEEEEEHHHHHHH!" I cried, beginning to hop around with my poor tongue searing with pain. "PWIP! GWET HWELP! NWOW! AW MWY HWOLE! PWEASE!" Only Elbereth knows how I managed to choke out those words. But somehow, my message got through to my thick-skulled cousin. He ran. I don't know what made him change his mind, but he ran faster than I've ever seen a hobbit run before. Thankfully (for me, that is) he took some of the monsters with him.
~*~
"What, in all of Middle Earth, were you thinking, Peregrin Took?"
"I dunno, Auntie Esmeralda."
Pippin and I were both lying in my mum's bed. I winced as she rubbed a mixture of healing herbs on my little wounds. I felt a bit better since the attack, but my tongue was very swollen (not to mention numb) and my sensitive bum was still throbbing.
"What were those things, Auntie Esmeralda?" Pippin inquired as he rubbed the smelly herbal paste that was on his arm.
"Don't touch that, Peregrin," Mum scolded. "The 'monsters' as you called them are known as dumbledores. They're rather vicious flying creatures. They live together in a hive and make honey all day. Now--"
"I like honey," Pippin interrupted. "Yes, dear. Now my question is, young Pippin, why did they stop making honey?" Mum gave him that scary look she always gave me when I did something bad and wouldn't fess up to it.
Pippin's marked up face turned pink. "I uh.well.I.dunno." Pippin stammered.
"C'won, Pwit! Spwit i ow!" I cried, even though I could barely talk. " I yamma know, pwoo, why tha dwumbledwoores stopth makewing honwee twoo attacth mwy senwapwif bwum!"
Pippin flushed a deep red. "I'm sworry I made them hurt your bum, Merry, honest. But.they."
"Yes, Pippin?" Mum asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"I like honey," he said simply.
"Is that it?"
"Well, I saw their big brown house thing and I saw the honey and my tummy said 'I want honey NOW!'" Pippin continued.
"Go on."
"So I thought 'They look cute and fuzzy, why not just poke a stick up there and get some?' Then.they got miffed at me. A few came down and bit me on the arm. I started to cry and I squashed one, but that just made more and more and more come out!" His already large eyes got even bigger in terror as he recalled the moment. "They all started to attack me so I ran away! But they all followed! It was terrible."
Mum sighed, but there was a look of amusement playing on her face. "Well, Peregrin, I hope you've learned that dumbledores aren't cute and cuddly. And they don't bite they sting. They've got little barbs attached to their bottoms that they jab into your skin."
Pippin had a look of awe on his face. "How do you know so much Auntie?" he marveled.
"I've been around, Pippin, I've been around," she chuckled quietly. "Now you just rest here. Your Uncle Saradoc has gone to fetch your father. They'll be here in a little while. I'll go get you two troublemakers some tea, perhaps it'll make you feel better." Mum walked out, closing the door quietly behind her.
There was silence.
"M--Merry?" Pippin ventured after a good fifteen minutes.
"Wep?"
"Are--are you cross with me?"
"Wesh."
"What?"
"Wesh!"
"What?!"
"UH. HUH."
That seemed to get the message across. It can be so hard to communicate when your tongue's the size of a loaf of bread. The corners of Pippin's little mouth turned down into a frown.
"I'm sorry Merry."
I said nothing.
Pippin then leaned over and looked me right in the eyes. "I'll make the boo-boos all better, pwomish." He then kissed me lightly on the cheek and lay back on his side of the bed.
If there's one thing I've ever learned from Pippin, it's that you can't stay angry at him for very long.
~*~
Author's Note: So that's that! Please read and review! Stay tuned for future chapters. Erm.I'd just like to that J.C. Rocket for being my ever- so-wonderful beta reader! Eeek! And I can't forget my sister! Thanks, Deebs, for being a good sport and holding your tongue and reading Merry's lines so I could get it right! 'Tis all.
Author's Note: This is just a cute story about the escapades of a younger Merry and Pippin. It was inspired by D for Dumbledores in my big periwinkle book of LOTR. I plan to add a few more chapters in the near future. Told from Merry's POV. And now.on with the story!
~*Chapter One*~ On Bringing Home Baby Bumblebees.
"Pippin slow down! I just ate second breakfast!" But my little cousin only giggled and ran faster. I plodded after him a bit before clutching my stomach and doubling over, praying that I wouldn't have to be reunited with my rather large breakfasts.
"What's da matter, Mer?" Pippin stopped and turned around, his mouth hanging open as it always does when he stares at something (and I must say it makes him appear quite stupid).
"I don't feel too good, Pip," I said, groaning.
"Why?" he asked, the same look on his face.
"Cause I was hungry."
"Why?"
"I dunno."
"Why?"
"Just because."
"Why?"
"SHUT UP, PIP!"
His eyes suddenly welled up and his bottom lip quivered.
"I-I'm s-sorry Merry! I did-didn't m-mean t-to annoy you!" By this point tears were streaming down his rosy cheeks. Honestly, Pippin can be such a little baby.
"It's okay, Pippin." I sighed. It can be so hard being the older, mature one. "O-okay Merry," sniffled Pippin, wiping his oversized eyes. "I won't ever annoy you, Merry, never, ever, ever, again. I pwomish."
"Fine. Now leave me alone until my tummy feels better. I'll catch up with you later." My second breakfast did a cartwheel in my stomach.
"Okay Merry." He turned and walked a few feet before looking back at me, his eyes still big and watery.
"You won't die, will you, Merry?" he whimpered, his lip beginning to tremble again.
"No, Pip, I'll be fine in a bit," I replied with a sigh.
"Oh. All right." He looked much less upset. Pip waved his pudgy little hand and skipped off, leaving me lying on the ground clutching my belly in pain.
Lucky for me I didn't see my breakfast again. I took a few short naps, which did make me feel a bit better. It seemed like hours had passed (and perhaps they did) as I lay there on the ground with my stomach churning. But I was finally able to muster enough strength to get up and find Pippin. I was about to stand up when I heard a terrified scream. It took me quite by surprise, causing me to topple back onto my (rather sensitive) bum.
"What the.?"
Suddenly, Pippin emerged, running, from a small clump of trees. My eyes widened in horror as I saw what was chasing him: a giant, black, buzzing, MONSTER! My cousin was waving his arms about wildly, trying to fend off the beast. It was then I realized that it was not one monster, but DOZENS OF THEM!! They were all flying in a group! Each would dive at poor Pippin, and after each dive he would scream in pain and try to swat their little bodies away. But the things would only fly back, regroup, and dive at him again, and again, and again!
I watched in utter terror when it dawned on me: Pippin was running, the little monsters in hot pursuit, right at ME!
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I must have leapt nearly three feet in the air. Completely forgetting the dull ache in my tummy I took off as fast as my fuzzy hobbit feet could carry me. In my panic, I tripped over a stone. I struggled to get up but I only tripped over my own feet (Mum always tells me that I have abnormally large feet for a hobbit of my age). I turned my head; Pippin was nearly upon me.
"Pippin!" I cried desperately. "Pippin! Stop! Run the other way! I'm here!"
"MERRY! SAVE MEEEEEE!!!!"
"Pippin--DON'T--"
It was too late. Pippin threw his small, chubby, self on top of me. And the ferocious monsters followed. I felt their little bodies hit me, bounce off my face, fly down my shirt, and get stuck in my curly hair. Then--PAIN! Utter pain as they dug their teeth into me. I began to cry as hard as my cousin (who was still lying on top of me, at least acting as a shield).
"I've got to get help!" I though in a panic. "But first I've gotta get Pip off me!" I gave a mighty shove and Pippin fell off. I leapt to my feet and grabbed his hand.
"C'mon! Let's get outta here!" I gave him a tug but he wouldn't move--he was crying too hard.
"Pip, PLEASE!" I could barely think through all my pain and tears. I opened my mouth to yell at him again but a monster flew in there, too! I managed to spit it out, but not before it bit me firmly on the tongue.
"BBBBLLLLLLLEEEEEEHHHHHHH!" I cried, beginning to hop around with my poor tongue searing with pain. "PWIP! GWET HWELP! NWOW! AW MWY HWOLE! PWEASE!" Only Elbereth knows how I managed to choke out those words. But somehow, my message got through to my thick-skulled cousin. He ran. I don't know what made him change his mind, but he ran faster than I've ever seen a hobbit run before. Thankfully (for me, that is) he took some of the monsters with him.
~*~
"What, in all of Middle Earth, were you thinking, Peregrin Took?"
"I dunno, Auntie Esmeralda."
Pippin and I were both lying in my mum's bed. I winced as she rubbed a mixture of healing herbs on my little wounds. I felt a bit better since the attack, but my tongue was very swollen (not to mention numb) and my sensitive bum was still throbbing.
"What were those things, Auntie Esmeralda?" Pippin inquired as he rubbed the smelly herbal paste that was on his arm.
"Don't touch that, Peregrin," Mum scolded. "The 'monsters' as you called them are known as dumbledores. They're rather vicious flying creatures. They live together in a hive and make honey all day. Now--"
"I like honey," Pippin interrupted. "Yes, dear. Now my question is, young Pippin, why did they stop making honey?" Mum gave him that scary look she always gave me when I did something bad and wouldn't fess up to it.
Pippin's marked up face turned pink. "I uh.well.I.dunno." Pippin stammered.
"C'won, Pwit! Spwit i ow!" I cried, even though I could barely talk. " I yamma know, pwoo, why tha dwumbledwoores stopth makewing honwee twoo attacth mwy senwapwif bwum!"
Pippin flushed a deep red. "I'm sworry I made them hurt your bum, Merry, honest. But.they."
"Yes, Pippin?" Mum asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"I like honey," he said simply.
"Is that it?"
"Well, I saw their big brown house thing and I saw the honey and my tummy said 'I want honey NOW!'" Pippin continued.
"Go on."
"So I thought 'They look cute and fuzzy, why not just poke a stick up there and get some?' Then.they got miffed at me. A few came down and bit me on the arm. I started to cry and I squashed one, but that just made more and more and more come out!" His already large eyes got even bigger in terror as he recalled the moment. "They all started to attack me so I ran away! But they all followed! It was terrible."
Mum sighed, but there was a look of amusement playing on her face. "Well, Peregrin, I hope you've learned that dumbledores aren't cute and cuddly. And they don't bite they sting. They've got little barbs attached to their bottoms that they jab into your skin."
Pippin had a look of awe on his face. "How do you know so much Auntie?" he marveled.
"I've been around, Pippin, I've been around," she chuckled quietly. "Now you just rest here. Your Uncle Saradoc has gone to fetch your father. They'll be here in a little while. I'll go get you two troublemakers some tea, perhaps it'll make you feel better." Mum walked out, closing the door quietly behind her.
There was silence.
"M--Merry?" Pippin ventured after a good fifteen minutes.
"Wep?"
"Are--are you cross with me?"
"Wesh."
"What?"
"Wesh!"
"What?!"
"UH. HUH."
That seemed to get the message across. It can be so hard to communicate when your tongue's the size of a loaf of bread. The corners of Pippin's little mouth turned down into a frown.
"I'm sorry Merry."
I said nothing.
Pippin then leaned over and looked me right in the eyes. "I'll make the boo-boos all better, pwomish." He then kissed me lightly on the cheek and lay back on his side of the bed.
If there's one thing I've ever learned from Pippin, it's that you can't stay angry at him for very long.
~*~
Author's Note: So that's that! Please read and review! Stay tuned for future chapters. Erm.I'd just like to that J.C. Rocket for being my ever- so-wonderful beta reader! Eeek! And I can't forget my sister! Thanks, Deebs, for being a good sport and holding your tongue and reading Merry's lines so I could get it right! 'Tis all.