Sweet-Tasting Tears
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What is it about you
That makes me smile
Once in awhile?
Your enchanting emerald eyes?
Your soft, sun-kissed cinnamon curls?
Your laugh that brightens the light,
Burning deep into midnight?
My tears silenced by the rain
My fears silenced by the pain
All these years,
Where have you been?
~A Poem From Me To Pippin
Chapter One: Of Innocence In Slumber
Merry slowly awoke to a cozy, warm sensation at his side. He traced his hand over the source of the heat, to discover it had thick, soft curls.
Big, bright chocolate eyes opened with renewed intensity to discover that the little warm form was indeed his six-year-old cousin, Pippin.
It was the fresh start of summer. How Merry loved summer. The sunbeams spilling warmth across the lands, the flowers blooming, the mushrooms sprouting, the juicy red apples, the summer parties, swimming in the river... everything about summer, Merry loved. He couldn't wait until the annual party in two weeks officially symbolizing the start of summer. Auntie Eglantine and Uncle Paladin III had come down to Buckland for a few weeks to help prepare the party and such. Along with them they brought Pearl, Pimpernel, Pervinca and Pippin. Poor Pippin had been so frightened coming to this new place, his first time away from his home in Tuckborough. But seeing Merry after three long months had awakened the vigor and out- going personality he possessed. This morning was the first breakfast-and second breakfast- to be eaten with his beloved cousin.
"Pippin," Merry groaned, trying to roll Pippin over so he could sit up. "Pip, wake up. C'mon Pippin, it's morning."
Pippin remained lying motionless on the bed. He was snuggled up to Merry, his thumb in his mouth, softly snoring. Last night had been long and tiring for the youth and he fell asleep instantly while Merry had placed him on the bed to help him undress. Reluctant to waken the adorable little hobbit, Merry dressed Pippin in dark blue silk pajamas without him stirring. A whisper of enchanting lullaby echoed in Merry's chambers, the candles dimming and burning out. The night swallowed them into darkness but Merry was soothed with the gentle feel of his cousin sleeping beside him. All was well in the summer midnight.
Merry smiled at Pippin and carefully lifted him out of bed without waking him. Merry held Pippin tight to his shoulder with his arm while he made the bed with his other arm. He laid Pippin across the neat covers, brushing his bouncy and unruly curls out of his peaceful face and kissed his forehead. Pippin's eyes fluttered but did not open.
Suddenly, a quiet tapping sounded from behind Merry. He spun around only to see a few of his hobbit friends from the Shire pressing their faces against the window, waving and grinning. Frodo was with them.
Their tapping grew louder and more excited. Merry glanced in panic back to Pippin, whose snoring stopped, a sure sign of him rising out of his deep sleep. Merry wanted the young hobbit to get all the sleep he needed, for today was going to be a big day.
Merry stumbled quickly, fully awake, to the window and pulled it open forcefully, the beautiful vine paintings round the frame sliding back to allow the hobbits in.
Frodo was first to enter. The boys had constructed a ladder leading up to the window, the four of them practically on top of one another, eager to get in. Merry was delighted and surprised, for there were no hobbit lads his age around Buckland for him to socialize with, yet he had many friends his age from the Shire, Frodo being one of them, his other cousin. Frodo grinned at Merry.
"Hullo Merry. Rigor and I thought it might be fun to visit you today. Maybe we can go swimming-or picnicking? How are you, my lad, are you well?"
Rigor Longholes stepped forward. His strange gaze from his grey eyes was transfixed on the bed. Merry eyed him suspiciously.
"What's this? A Took, I presume? What's his name, Merry? What's he doing here?" Rigor's southern accent drawled lazily as he inspected the small slumbering form sprawled on the bed with his menacing glare.
Frugrin Prork slapped his hand on Merry's back. "A little friend, eh Merry? He can play with us too." Frugrin had bright red hair and a sort of golden coloured eyes, and his friendly voice assured Merry somehow. Rigor's grey eyes, black hair, and shadowy appearance, however, did not.
The other two boys were twins, yet they looked totally different, the Dulaithol's, Rimlish and Timlish, Rim and Tim for short. Rim had dark auburn hair and brown eyes and Tim had blonde hair and the same brown eyes. Tim walked up to the bed and peered closely at Pippin.
"Seems sorta scrawny, don't cha thinks, Rig? Too small for our adventures."
Merry finally piped up. "Pippin is not too small! He is a Took, but only half Took. He is half Brandybuck as well. And Rigor, remember that I'm half Took too! Pippin has a brave heart and as much mischeivousness as any of you!" He gazed fiercely into the steel eyes of Rigor. Rigor snorted.
"Pippin? A name of foolishness that is! Well, Merry, I accept your challenge. Let's just see if this young Took meets our standards. He shall be a worthy companion if he is everything you say he is."
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Author's Note:
Hope you like this chapter, please review!
Chapter Two up soon.
Author's Note: Hey! Hope you like this chapter! Please review!
What is it about you
That makes me smile
Once in awhile?
Your enchanting emerald eyes?
Your soft, sun-kissed cinnamon curls?
Your laugh that brightens the light,
Burning deep into midnight?
My tears silenced by the rain
My fears silenced by the pain
All these years,
Where have you been?
~A Poem From Me To Pippin
Chapter One: Of Innocence In Slumber
Merry slowly awoke to a cozy, warm sensation at his side. He traced his hand over the source of the heat, to discover it had thick, soft curls.
Big, bright chocolate eyes opened with renewed intensity to discover that the little warm form was indeed his six-year-old cousin, Pippin.
It was the fresh start of summer. How Merry loved summer. The sunbeams spilling warmth across the lands, the flowers blooming, the mushrooms sprouting, the juicy red apples, the summer parties, swimming in the river... everything about summer, Merry loved. He couldn't wait until the annual party in two weeks officially symbolizing the start of summer. Auntie Eglantine and Uncle Paladin III had come down to Buckland for a few weeks to help prepare the party and such. Along with them they brought Pearl, Pimpernel, Pervinca and Pippin. Poor Pippin had been so frightened coming to this new place, his first time away from his home in Tuckborough. But seeing Merry after three long months had awakened the vigor and out- going personality he possessed. This morning was the first breakfast-and second breakfast- to be eaten with his beloved cousin.
"Pippin," Merry groaned, trying to roll Pippin over so he could sit up. "Pip, wake up. C'mon Pippin, it's morning."
Pippin remained lying motionless on the bed. He was snuggled up to Merry, his thumb in his mouth, softly snoring. Last night had been long and tiring for the youth and he fell asleep instantly while Merry had placed him on the bed to help him undress. Reluctant to waken the adorable little hobbit, Merry dressed Pippin in dark blue silk pajamas without him stirring. A whisper of enchanting lullaby echoed in Merry's chambers, the candles dimming and burning out. The night swallowed them into darkness but Merry was soothed with the gentle feel of his cousin sleeping beside him. All was well in the summer midnight.
Merry smiled at Pippin and carefully lifted him out of bed without waking him. Merry held Pippin tight to his shoulder with his arm while he made the bed with his other arm. He laid Pippin across the neat covers, brushing his bouncy and unruly curls out of his peaceful face and kissed his forehead. Pippin's eyes fluttered but did not open.
Suddenly, a quiet tapping sounded from behind Merry. He spun around only to see a few of his hobbit friends from the Shire pressing their faces against the window, waving and grinning. Frodo was with them.
Their tapping grew louder and more excited. Merry glanced in panic back to Pippin, whose snoring stopped, a sure sign of him rising out of his deep sleep. Merry wanted the young hobbit to get all the sleep he needed, for today was going to be a big day.
Merry stumbled quickly, fully awake, to the window and pulled it open forcefully, the beautiful vine paintings round the frame sliding back to allow the hobbits in.
Frodo was first to enter. The boys had constructed a ladder leading up to the window, the four of them practically on top of one another, eager to get in. Merry was delighted and surprised, for there were no hobbit lads his age around Buckland for him to socialize with, yet he had many friends his age from the Shire, Frodo being one of them, his other cousin. Frodo grinned at Merry.
"Hullo Merry. Rigor and I thought it might be fun to visit you today. Maybe we can go swimming-or picnicking? How are you, my lad, are you well?"
Rigor Longholes stepped forward. His strange gaze from his grey eyes was transfixed on the bed. Merry eyed him suspiciously.
"What's this? A Took, I presume? What's his name, Merry? What's he doing here?" Rigor's southern accent drawled lazily as he inspected the small slumbering form sprawled on the bed with his menacing glare.
Frugrin Prork slapped his hand on Merry's back. "A little friend, eh Merry? He can play with us too." Frugrin had bright red hair and a sort of golden coloured eyes, and his friendly voice assured Merry somehow. Rigor's grey eyes, black hair, and shadowy appearance, however, did not.
The other two boys were twins, yet they looked totally different, the Dulaithol's, Rimlish and Timlish, Rim and Tim for short. Rim had dark auburn hair and brown eyes and Tim had blonde hair and the same brown eyes. Tim walked up to the bed and peered closely at Pippin.
"Seems sorta scrawny, don't cha thinks, Rig? Too small for our adventures."
Merry finally piped up. "Pippin is not too small! He is a Took, but only half Took. He is half Brandybuck as well. And Rigor, remember that I'm half Took too! Pippin has a brave heart and as much mischeivousness as any of you!" He gazed fiercely into the steel eyes of Rigor. Rigor snorted.
"Pippin? A name of foolishness that is! Well, Merry, I accept your challenge. Let's just see if this young Took meets our standards. He shall be a worthy companion if he is everything you say he is."
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Author's Note:
Hope you like this chapter, please review!
Chapter Two up soon.