This is my Pippin love story! I hope you enjoy, and by the way, I'm looking for Lord of the Rings co-authors if anyone is interested, pm me!
That Fool of a Took
Peregrin Took Love Story
Chapter One-
"Get the big one!" Merry shouted to Pippin and I.
"This one?" Pippin asked, holding a nicely sized red firework. Trying to outdo Pippin's and impress Merry, I felt my soft green-coloured eyes widen.
"Check this out!" I held up a huge firework, that slightly resembled a dragon.
It Merry's turn to let his eyes widen, "That's the one".
We all scrambled to get out of the cart, me having the hardest time with the fire work that was probably as big as I was.
Tossing the firework to Merry, I stood under the tent and looked at it in satisfaction. That outta outdo that Took.
Merry didn't pay me half the attention he did to Pippin, and it wasn't fair! I was his adoptive sister, didn't that beat cousin? It did. Just not best friend.
Merry stuck the firework in the ground, and lit it. He immaturely pushed it at Pippin, "Put it in the ground!". Pippin, not surprisingly, pushed it back at him, "It is in the ground!".
Then, I noticed something that one of us should have noticed sooner.
"Wait!" I cried, running towards them, "We're under a tent!".
They looked at each other, then at me. Then we all looked at the fuze.
Oops.
The firework shot off, taking the tent with it, and sending us all to the ground, singed black.
I stared, wide-eyed, at the firework. It did look like a dragon. A very vivid dragon. I gaped at it, as screams erupted from the party.
The dragon flew very close to the ground, towards the hobbits at the party, then, when everyone thought they were safe, it circled around, flying again at the poor hobbits. Then it burst out by the lake, causing a beautiful scene.
There was a chorus of "Ooh"s and "Ahh"s, then deafening applause.
Merry laid a hand on my shoulder, "Good pick".
A smile tilted my lips, but Merry and Pippin's yelps caused it to flee, and probably rock itself in a hole and sucking its thumb.
"Meriadoc Brandybuck" I whirled around to see Gandalf the Gray holding Merry and Pip's ears, "And Peregrin Took".
"Aren't you forgetting somebody?" I asked, smiling sheepishly at the wizard, "You know, it was my idea".
Merry shot me a somewhat grateful look.
"Saphira Brandybuck" Gandalf released Merry and Pippin, who immediately tried to scurry away, but stayed put when Gandalf gave them a stern look.
"That's what they call me" I replied, shooting my oh-so-loyal brother and cousin a glare. "It was all my fault, I picked the fire work and I set it off as well".
"Indeed" he answered.
I prepared myself for a scolding. But much to my surprise, the old wizard laughed, and I darted my gaze from side to side. He was laughing. That was never a good sign for us.
"Well, I suppose you all deserve punishment then, don't you?".
"Eep!" I squealed as Merry splashed cold water at me, "STOP! Its cold!".
He laughed, flicking water at me from a wet rag.
"Oh, it is? I never would have thought" Merry smiled brightly at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. He's got one of those smiles that makes you want to smile, you know?
"Incoming!" Merry tossed a plate at me, and I caught it, drying it with my towel. Pippin brought in another load of dirty plates and bowls. He looked unhappy.
"I can't believe that we have to wash dishes while the rest of the family gets to hear the dinner speech" he scoffed, pulling a plate from the pile and started to wipe it in a irritated fashion.
"Because you obviously wanted to go so badly" I retorted, leaping to catch his badly thrown plate.
He smiled faintly at me, and Merry's eyes twinkled.
"Well, at least we have an extra pair of hands" Merry pointed out, winking at me, "Nice job trying to cover up for us".
"What do you mean? I was a part of it!" I argued, smiling at him.
"Of course you were, little sister of mine" I glared, although the title made my stomach flutter. A sister. I was a sister.
"I'm barely younger than you, Merry" I said, catching two plates as both of the boys threw it at the same time.
"As old as Pip" Merry answered, "Obviously still a child".
"Hey!" Pippin hit him in the side with a towel, "Well, if you want an older sister you can have any of mine- Pimpernel, Pearl, or Pervinca".
Somehow, I managed to catch every dish that was thrown to me. While Merry and Pippin spoke with each other, closer than I could dream of getting with either of them.
"He's gone!" the shriek rang out, and many of Bilbo's relatives walked out of the party. The same look of confusion was on every face.
"What happened?" I asked, stepping closer to Merry.
Pippin answered, "I think somebody might be gone".
Merry and I rolled our eyes. That was such a Pippin-like answer.
"Meriadoc! Saphira! Come on children!" Saradoc shouted. I smiled as he called. Even when my name was new, he never managed to forget me.
"Hello father" Merry said, walking over to meet with his father.
I, on the other hand, squealed "Daddy!" and ran over to him.
His cheeks didn't even redden. Saradoc was used to me.
"We better go get your mother" he said, looking over to where a group of Tooks were. Esmeralda was formerly a Took before she married Saradoc.
Saradoc waved before joining his wife. Glancing over, I saw Pippin's gaze glued to where people were leaving the party.
Then, like lightning, he shot out, tackling a dark haired hobbit.
"Pip! Its not nice to tackle your cousins!" Merry scolded, pulling Pippin off of the hobbit.
I recognized it as Frodo, and, not able to think of anything to say, I burst out with, "Happy Birthday!"
I blushed as he laughed.
Turning to Pippin, he said "I swear, you never leave me be!"
Pippin grinned broadly, "Well, I won't deny that!".
We all laughed.
Frodo stood and dusted himself off, "Well, I'm sorry, but I must be off".
The hobbit ran off to his hobbit-hole, kicking up dust as he went.
"That was spazzy" Pippin commented, hitting my shoulder lightly, "That happy birthday of yours".
I frowned, adjusting my dress. It was very uncomfortable, that dumb old dress.
Merry grabbed my hand, and yanked me towards Saradoc and Esmeralda, who were waving us over, "Come on Saphira!".
"You aren't even a real Baggins!" Lobelia spat, obviously unhappy that Bilbo had only given her spoons. Nice silver spoons, but still spoons.
Merry and I sent each other worried glances. We should have known this would happen if we stayed to help Frodo give stuff from the will.
Every hobbit from anywhere relatively close was crowded around, trying to smuggle little unnoticeable stuff from the house. Frodo had explained that Bilbo had disappeared.
"Hey Saphira! Bilbo left you this!" Frodo called from the other room, a look of melancholy on his face from Lobelia's comment.
"Thanks!" With a pause I added, "Don't mind Lobelia, she's got something I her mind that messes her up".
Looking at my gift, I saw it was a beautifully crafted sword with Elven characters along the middle. I had no idea what it said, but anything in Elvish was most likely cool.
The sheath was shiny silver scale-like skin, with a blue gem on it.
Almost as if it was made for me.
That would have been way too weird.
"You- you" Lobelia fumed, "You're a Brandybuck!".
This time Frodo laughed, and Lobelia stormed out.
"Hear that Merry? That's an insult if you like" Frodo shouted over.
Merry smiled mischievously, "A compliment, Mister Baggins. Yet, so very not true". With a giant grin plastered on his face, he added, "You obviously didn't inherit Saphira and my sexiness".
