Day One: Being the first day of knowing about the existence of one Peregrin Took.
He's called Pippin. What a name! His name is Peregrin Took but everyone calls him Pip or Pippin. Oh and he's so cute. Peregrin Took. Pippin! And he is so very funny. Him and that Merry are inseparable, the terrible twosome. The two terrible trixters.
Of course, my older sister Bandora said they were immature and that the southern Tooks, as us northerners call them, should control their little Pippin. But she's a snooty little snob – no better than the Sackville-Bagginses if you ask me... which no one does.
Because I'm the second youngest of twelve children. Twelve little hobbits. Three pairs of twins, all of which are boys, and then three more boys on top of that. Then there's my older sister, Bandora and younger sister Melody-Sapphire, or Mel as most people call her. The three youngest of the twelve. Oh my life is wonderful... NOT!
I just can't fit in! At all. All my older brothers can go gallivanting around the northern shire, getting into all sorts of mischief. But me and my dear sisters cannot. NOT FAIR!
And my sisters both hate me. But I hate them more. Mel was originally supposed to be called just Melody but when she was born and opened her eyes my dear parents just had to put sapphire in her name because of her blue eyes. Just add to her vanity then! For she unfairly is the prettiest hobbit to grace the northern Shire.
She has beautiful blonde hair that curls perfectly into cute little golden ringlets. She has big blue eyes and long eyelashes which she bats when she wants something from someone. Eurgh! I hate it when she does that. Everyone dotes on her and only Bandora and I know that she's not really as sweet and adorable as she looks. All she wants is everyone to love her and worship her – I know; despicable
But Bandora is no better. Bandora is snobby and bossy and horrible. At least she's ugly. She has dull boring limp greasy brown hair and tiny watery blue eyes. She has a pasty complexion and because she refuses to spend any time out of the house, she is as pale as a white orc.
Not that I've ever seen an orc or goblin. But I'd like to – if they ever try and invade the northern boundary of the shire again then I'll be ready. Did you know that my great grandfather Bandobras 'Bullroarer' Took prevented a huge goblin invasion into the Shire. Oh yeah, and he invented golf. Just saying.
But back to Pippin. I love him. I watched him the whole night of the party. We had a party to celebrate the anniversary of the Battle of Greenfields. That was when Bullroarer defeated the goblins and invented golf. He cut the head of the leader with a huge stroke and it went flying down a rabbit hole. We celebrate it every year – you know just to show off to the whole of the Shire that we northern Tooks are important too. And they wonder why I hate my family. They're just so distasteful!
I know my father wants to be Thain because he thinks it's his right as a Took. What an idiot! Mum agrees though, but it's really embarrassing; do they not know that half the Shire laughs behind their backs. We are literally the Sackville-Bagginses of the north. By the Valar I hate my life.
But back to Pippin. I didn't speak to him at all but that's fine because I don't really talk to anyone. I'm not shy ok! I just don't particularly like being social. So there.
But I did watch him. The tricks that he and Merry were getting up to. My great aunt Lucinda couldn't work out why her wine tasted like vinegar. She still drank it all though! And during one of my dad's pompous speeches, Pippin 'accidentally' let go one of his fireworks. It's a good job we were outside! That was when Bandora took a dislike to him. She idolises dad. Eurgh! - even the thought of it makes me want to throw up. All over her.
He did speak to me once. Pippin that is. It was when Merry had left to go to the loo and he was on his own. I had spent the night sitting under the old apple tree, watching the goings on, and by this time I had climbed up into the branches to hide from my mother. No one could see me... but Pippin did.
He walked over to the tree and threw up a chicken leg and a flagon of wine.
"Some supplies my lady," he said, "To last you in case you are besieged by your family." I laughed at this – someone finally understands me – and he looked up at me, winked, and then walked off.
And ever since then (then being last night), my heart has belonged to Peregrin Took. My Pippin.
A/N: Opinions? Yay or nay? :P