Notes: This was written for fun. I'll probably update it once a week. It won't be long. It'll most likely be about three or four chapters long, if everything goes well.
Remember: This is just for laughs.
"It's freezing cold out here! How much longer till we get to Minas Tirith?"
"I told you once, Pip, we still have a little ways to go."
"Why did we have to leave in winter, Merry?"
"Pippin, don't ask so many questions. If you be quiet, I just might go faster."
"Really? That's nice."
"Pippin."
"Yes, Merry?"
"Be quiet."
"Sorry."
The horse plodded along silently, pulling the small covered wagon behind it. In it sat Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took, both of whom were bundled up in various layers of clothing, with large winter coats and a blanket draped over their shoulders. Merry held the reins in his hands tightly, and every time he let out a breath, it appeared before his face as a practical white cloud. Pippin had lowered his head and dug himself into his bundle, breathing from his nose and quietly glancing around. They were a few hours away from Minas Tirith, which meant that by the time they arrived it would be morning.
"We should probably take a rest," Merry said wearily. His eyelids were beginning to droop and his muscles were tiring.
"We should've rested an hour ago," Pippin grumbled, "but you didn't listen to me."
"I wanted to get as far as possible before we actually have to take a rest," Merry retorted. He pulled on the reins slightly, and the horse came to a stop. "Let's climb in the back and eat."
"Good. I'm starved!" Pippin exclaimed.
He pushed the blanket off his shoulders and climbed in the back of the wagon where he would be protected from the winds. Merry soon followed him and once inside he shed off his jacket and dug into their food. He grabbed a few pieces of bacon and some fruit and tossed them to Pippin, who grabbed them and grinned happily. Merry got himself the same thing and bit into an apple, smiling as he watched Pippin almost devour his food.
"I was just thinking-" Pippin began.
"Since when do you think?" Merry interrupted with a smirk on his face as Pippin shot him a glare.
"Anyways, as I was going to say, I was thinking that this winter seems awfully cold. I've been wondering why," Pippin finished.
"I hear that there's been some awfully cold winds blowing down from the mountains this year," Merry replied, chewing on a slice of bacon, "and that's why autumn was colder than usual."
"Well, that would explain things! Too bad we don't have control over the weather; else it'd be much nicer out."
"I'm sure it would be. All right, are you done? Well, you can steer the wagon for a bit. I've been on the reins for hours now."
"That horse hates me though! He likes you an awful lot more than me, Merry. You're right though, you've been trying to stay awake for a while now. Alright, only because you're my friend!"
Pippin climbed back out and Merry leaned backwards, letting out a sigh.
From now on, I am not going to agree to Pippin's wild ideas. First it was raiding Farmer Maggot's crops, then it was spying on the council, and after that was going to Isengard, and then there was when he convinced me that joining the army to go fight Mordor would be a good idea because we'd be able to help. Now he got me to come along with him to Minas Tirith!
Merry shook his head and soon drifted off to sleep.