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I might take a while to update this, because I have loads of other stories I'm trying to finish too and seeing as it's half term, I figured I should start on the (better than homework!) I really like Pippin, he's really cute in a childish sort of way, Lol. Please review and tell me what you think!
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The wind blew savagely round the trees as the company sheltered in the thick forest for the fourth day in a row. Four long, weary days of collecting sticks for no apparent reason. It was pitch black at that very moment, and the four hobbits that happened to be awake could scarcely see to the end of their noses. Which was a bother for Pippin, the youngest, as he was terrified of the dark.
Sam, who wasn't fond of the dark either, was the person who was supposed to be keeping watch, but seeing as his friends could not sleep, they decided to tell each other stories.
Pippin gripped onto Merry's sleeve fiercely. He was almost crying with fear, the only thing that comforted him was the fact that he was near his best friend and cousin. It didn't really help that they were telling ghost stories, even Frodo had begun to look a bit scared!
Sam looked round at his friends and launched into a ghost story, providing creepy voices.
"My old gaffer told me this one, there was this old inn in Hobbiton right? Well, everyone said it was haunted, then this bloke, a ranger I think he was, stayed at the inn, said he wanted the best room they had. The innkeeper told him that no one stayed in the best room, it was haunted! Anyone who was anyone stayed away from it! But the ranger took the room anyway. Well, that night, he was a bit scared, which is strange for a ranger ain't it! But he barred the doors and locked the windows then settled down into his bed, then a voice said in his ear. 'Good, now we're locked in for the night!'
Sam paused and squinted round at the hobbits that were staring at him wide - eyed, then his eyes fell on Pippin who, as far as Sam could make out, looked terrified.
"You know where that inn stood? It stood right where Pippin's house is now!" He added on grinning mischievously.
Pippin yelped with fear and covered his ears with his hands as if expecting some ghostly voice to say something to him at that very moment.
"Okay, I think that's enough about ghost stories now!" Interrupted Merry giving Pippin a quick hug too show everything was okay. Pippin clung onto Merry's coat and looked around with wide eyes.
"It really is too dark to do anything." Piped up Frodo suddenly, trying to find Sam. "We really need some source of light.But Aragorn told us not to light another fire in case we attract unwanted attention!"
The hobbits looked round at the camp, thinking about their own problems and worries, but also trying to think of a way to make light.
"I wanna go to sleep!" Thought Pippin miserably, he was scared, cold and grumpy, he was always grumpy when he didn't get enough sleep.
"I KNOW!" Hissed Sam quietly, making the other three hobbits jump. "Let's use Gandalf's stick! He's made it glow loads of times, right Frodo?"
Frodo frowned, although the other three couldn't see it, they could tell he was when they heard his tone of voice. "I don't know Sam - Gandalf would probably kill us if we used his stick without permission!"
Merry stood up and tripped over Pippin immediately, then after dusting himself off, he went and retrieved Gandalf's stick being as quiet as he could. Pippin, meanwhile, scrambled backwards until he felt the base of a tree, Aragorn was sleeping near a tree, perhaps he was near Aragorn. The thought made him feel a little safer, so he decided to stay where he was.
Merry shuffled round the camp until he found what he was looking for, he heard Frodo make a quiet noise as Merry bumped into him, then Merry thrust Gandalf's stick into his hands.
"What are you doing?" Asked Frodo, feeling the stick in his hands.
"You use it! You've seen Gandalf use it more times than any of us!" Replied Merry, taking a few steps back then falling over Sam who had taken refuge on the floor.
"Honestly." Thought Frodo. "It's a wonder they haven't woken anyone up! Especially Legolas!" Little did Frodo know, Legolas was awake and was listening to what the hobbits were doing.
"Go on Frodo!" Whispered Sam, giving Frodo a little poke in the sides. Frodo took a deep breath then held the stick out in front of him.
"Hi ga mera-mera to moe agatta!" He mumbled shakily.
Immediately there was a blinding flash of light, making Legolas sit straight up, Frodo dropped the stick immediately wincing as though it burned him, he fell backwards into Sam, who caught him and pushed him to the floor as another flash of light made everyone who wasn't already awake, wake up. Chaos insued as Merry tried to jump for his bed, landed next to Frodo and Sam who were clutching each other in terror, Legolas stood up and tried to find the stick to stop it from shooting flashs of light everywhere, Aragorn and Boromir ran into each other, Gimli started hitting tree's with his axe in a panic and Gandalf began roaring with anger.
Then somewhere in the midst of all that, came a loud scream of pain.
"PIPPIN?!" Screamed Merry, after everyone had quietened down. Light suddenly flooded the camp, and everyone looked up at Gandalf who was holding his stick looking stern.
"Just what is going on here?" He asked angrily. Glaring round at the three hobbits who were huddled in the middle of the camp looking scared. "And just where is Peregrin Took?"
Merry's eyes went wide as he saw a limp figure lying at the base of a tree not to far from where he was standing. He ran over to it, and turned it over. It was Pippin. He was pale and his mouth was open slightly, but he was unconscious.
"Who used my stick?" Roared Gandalf, storming over and glaring Sam and Frodo, who shrank back slightly.
"I - I did - B - But I didn't mean t - too hurt a - anyone!" Stuttered Frodo, swallowing hard as Gandalf,glared at him.
"And just what spell did you cast?" He asked, calming down somewhat.
Frodo racked his brains, trying to think. It was one Bilbo had taught him, saying he should use it if anyone should need to 'Grow up' but he never really understood what it meant, the problem was he couldn't remember what it was either.
I might take a while to update this, because I have loads of other stories I'm trying to finish too and seeing as it's half term, I figured I should start on the (better than homework!) I really like Pippin, he's really cute in a childish sort of way, Lol. Please review and tell me what you think!
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The wind blew savagely round the trees as the company sheltered in the thick forest for the fourth day in a row. Four long, weary days of collecting sticks for no apparent reason. It was pitch black at that very moment, and the four hobbits that happened to be awake could scarcely see to the end of their noses. Which was a bother for Pippin, the youngest, as he was terrified of the dark.
Sam, who wasn't fond of the dark either, was the person who was supposed to be keeping watch, but seeing as his friends could not sleep, they decided to tell each other stories.
Pippin gripped onto Merry's sleeve fiercely. He was almost crying with fear, the only thing that comforted him was the fact that he was near his best friend and cousin. It didn't really help that they were telling ghost stories, even Frodo had begun to look a bit scared!
Sam looked round at his friends and launched into a ghost story, providing creepy voices.
"My old gaffer told me this one, there was this old inn in Hobbiton right? Well, everyone said it was haunted, then this bloke, a ranger I think he was, stayed at the inn, said he wanted the best room they had. The innkeeper told him that no one stayed in the best room, it was haunted! Anyone who was anyone stayed away from it! But the ranger took the room anyway. Well, that night, he was a bit scared, which is strange for a ranger ain't it! But he barred the doors and locked the windows then settled down into his bed, then a voice said in his ear. 'Good, now we're locked in for the night!'
Sam paused and squinted round at the hobbits that were staring at him wide - eyed, then his eyes fell on Pippin who, as far as Sam could make out, looked terrified.
"You know where that inn stood? It stood right where Pippin's house is now!" He added on grinning mischievously.
Pippin yelped with fear and covered his ears with his hands as if expecting some ghostly voice to say something to him at that very moment.
"Okay, I think that's enough about ghost stories now!" Interrupted Merry giving Pippin a quick hug too show everything was okay. Pippin clung onto Merry's coat and looked around with wide eyes.
"It really is too dark to do anything." Piped up Frodo suddenly, trying to find Sam. "We really need some source of light.But Aragorn told us not to light another fire in case we attract unwanted attention!"
The hobbits looked round at the camp, thinking about their own problems and worries, but also trying to think of a way to make light.
"I wanna go to sleep!" Thought Pippin miserably, he was scared, cold and grumpy, he was always grumpy when he didn't get enough sleep.
"I KNOW!" Hissed Sam quietly, making the other three hobbits jump. "Let's use Gandalf's stick! He's made it glow loads of times, right Frodo?"
Frodo frowned, although the other three couldn't see it, they could tell he was when they heard his tone of voice. "I don't know Sam - Gandalf would probably kill us if we used his stick without permission!"
Merry stood up and tripped over Pippin immediately, then after dusting himself off, he went and retrieved Gandalf's stick being as quiet as he could. Pippin, meanwhile, scrambled backwards until he felt the base of a tree, Aragorn was sleeping near a tree, perhaps he was near Aragorn. The thought made him feel a little safer, so he decided to stay where he was.
Merry shuffled round the camp until he found what he was looking for, he heard Frodo make a quiet noise as Merry bumped into him, then Merry thrust Gandalf's stick into his hands.
"What are you doing?" Asked Frodo, feeling the stick in his hands.
"You use it! You've seen Gandalf use it more times than any of us!" Replied Merry, taking a few steps back then falling over Sam who had taken refuge on the floor.
"Honestly." Thought Frodo. "It's a wonder they haven't woken anyone up! Especially Legolas!" Little did Frodo know, Legolas was awake and was listening to what the hobbits were doing.
"Go on Frodo!" Whispered Sam, giving Frodo a little poke in the sides. Frodo took a deep breath then held the stick out in front of him.
"Hi ga mera-mera to moe agatta!" He mumbled shakily.
Immediately there was a blinding flash of light, making Legolas sit straight up, Frodo dropped the stick immediately wincing as though it burned him, he fell backwards into Sam, who caught him and pushed him to the floor as another flash of light made everyone who wasn't already awake, wake up. Chaos insued as Merry tried to jump for his bed, landed next to Frodo and Sam who were clutching each other in terror, Legolas stood up and tried to find the stick to stop it from shooting flashs of light everywhere, Aragorn and Boromir ran into each other, Gimli started hitting tree's with his axe in a panic and Gandalf began roaring with anger.
Then somewhere in the midst of all that, came a loud scream of pain.
"PIPPIN?!" Screamed Merry, after everyone had quietened down. Light suddenly flooded the camp, and everyone looked up at Gandalf who was holding his stick looking stern.
"Just what is going on here?" He asked angrily. Glaring round at the three hobbits who were huddled in the middle of the camp looking scared. "And just where is Peregrin Took?"
Merry's eyes went wide as he saw a limp figure lying at the base of a tree not to far from where he was standing. He ran over to it, and turned it over. It was Pippin. He was pale and his mouth was open slightly, but he was unconscious.
"Who used my stick?" Roared Gandalf, storming over and glaring Sam and Frodo, who shrank back slightly.
"I - I did - B - But I didn't mean t - too hurt a - anyone!" Stuttered Frodo, swallowing hard as Gandalf,glared at him.
"And just what spell did you cast?" He asked, calming down somewhat.
Frodo racked his brains, trying to think. It was one Bilbo had taught him, saying he should use it if anyone should need to 'Grow up' but he never really understood what it meant, the problem was he couldn't remember what it was either.