Title : Acting
Word Count : 225
Rating : K for nothing. Not even violence.
Disclaimer : I do not own the characters herein contained. I only own the text.
Watching the trilogy all over again. And reading it actually, but that's in French and takes a lot longer. Movies are better anyway. This is from the second movie, during the scene in which you first see Merry and Pippin. I love them, and feel there's something between them. Seriously. So I wrote this with that pairing in mind, even though there seriously aren't really anything but implications. Only there if you want it, and all. Dialogue in style of Cormac McCarthy in particular, and many authors in general. /Concludes most importantly, with waving gestures./
Merry feels terrible, nauseous and sore and tired. His head and shoulders hurt more than he can remember them ever having hurt before. Finally the exhaustion overtakes his mind, and sinks him into the darkness. He dreams of when he was a little boy and he was so sick his parents were sure he would die. His mother gives him cup after cup of tea, until he begins to choke. He wakes with the smell of tea and herbs thick in his nose, and a foul draught thick in his throat. He coughs, and it spills all over his cloak. He feels all the worse for waking, a headache and nauseous stomach compounded by a sore throat. Pippin is eyeing him nervously, calling his name.
-Hello Pip.
-You're hurt
-I'm fine. It was just an act, Merry tells him. It is the best lie he can come up with.
-An act?
-See? I fooled you too. Don't worry about me Pippin, Merry smiles as best he can, lending all the comfort he can to the other hobbit. He is relieved when Pippin is distracted by mention of Aragorn. He spends the rest of his energy trying not to fall asleep again. Pippin drifts off a little later, and Merry watches him sleep.
I'll keep you safe, my friend. We'll get back to the Shire somehow.