A/N: Hiya peeps! *waves frantically for attention* :D this is my very first piece of fica up here at ff.net, so PLEASE don't start flaming me just yet! you're more than welcome to when I start to fic total crap after crap, but for now, I'll try my best! FYI I had an urge to do the fic at 2 a.m…. while watching mtv…go figure.. and I got into thinking that it may turn out with some potential… well u tell me! ^^
A/N: One more thing. I haven't finished reading The Lord of the Rings, but I swear I'm a pure avid fan of the movie trilogy… So please forgive/inform me of any character background abuse…OCs will be inevitable until I finish reading the books…*sigh*… Fic may get slashy as plot builds up… I'm all open to suggestions, please please tell me what u think of it as well as what u wanna see in the future…
Summary:
It was Pippin's wedding earlier this morning. Funny he's in the Green Dragon right now. Getting all drunk. With another lass, too………………..And you're telling me you're not curious.
Disclaimer:
Everything Lord-of-The-Ringsy here belongs to Tolkien. Yes, even Pippin. *sigh* At the very least Poppy is mine!! Mwahahahahaha…*ducks flying tomatoes*
PS: The song I used for this chapter is Kelly Clarkson's The Trouble With Love Is… amazing song…
Chapter 1 – The Trouble with Love Is
Love can be a many splendoured thing…
Can't deny the joy it brings…
A dozen roses…
Diamond rings…
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"You," he mouthed earnestly, "own the most gorgeous pair of clear blue eyes I have ever seen."
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Dreams for sale…
And fairy tales…
"And you," chided Poppy, "are so drunk, you have no idea what you're babbling on about, Perigrin Took," she giggled. He's drowned himself in uncountable number of pints, but at least he's feeling better. Nothing like it has ever happened in the history of the Shire before, and he deserves getting intoxicated silly.
It'll make you hear a symphony…
And you'll just want the world to see…
But like a drug that makes you blind…
It'll fool you every time…
Pippin undoes the top button of the collar on his white, wrinkled, used-to-look-a-lot-more-formal shirt. "Could you believe it, Poppy," he said matter-of-factly, with an ironic air of incredulity, "--Diamond, the lass I was about to marry…she… did…that!!" and with the last three words he threw his hands up in the air, releasing himself into an outburst of tear-induced laughter.
"I know! Maybe she'd forgotten to wear her garter and rushed straight home. Who knows, hobbit-lasses nowadays!" choking herself in a false mirth, she could feel the salty-bitter tears well up in her eyes as she thought deep down in you, Pippin, there's one 'eck of a miserably depressed hobbit. What did you ever do to deserve this?
She tried her very best to come up with reasons of why the event had happened; but the reasons soon turned into hopeless excuses and morphed into desperate lies. She gulped down another pint to suppress the madness.
The trouble with love is…
It can tear you up inside…
Make your heart believe a lie…
It's stronger than your pride...
"Forgotten her garter?! That's really sweet, Poppy…" his voice deepened to a more solemn tone. "On our wedding day, my Diamond, ran off from me, bursting into tears--"
I watched as Pippin revives the morning incident. His smoky green eyes were overwhelming with tears once more, his rosy cheeks burning a deep cherry red, and his hair in a forsaken mess. He gestured of her walking towards him, as if it were a reminiscent of a sweet recalling dream, simply adoring her dark auburn curls and her silhouette figure laced in an elegant wedding gown. "—she ran, I daresay, ran off from me to the lad on his pony, threw her arms around him and galloped away. She looked back just once, y' know, blew me a kiss, and she tossed her bouquet away. She flung the flowers to me." All the while his expression was somewhat in a daze. "Could you believe it, Poppy?" a moment of silence gave way, and poor Pippin was just gazing into empty space, resting his weary chin on his hands. Tears flowed down his reddened and puffy cheeks and Poppy tried to sweep them away but as she reached, he burst into a raging storm of expression – shock, confusion, despair – a maddening sight. "She blew me a kiss and flung the flowers to me...!!" She could barely hold the view any longer. She held back her hands and the tears that dared to fall from her.
After an interval of silence he composed himself and spoke a little more softly and intently, she could almost barely hear the tremble in his coarse, ragged voice. "Oh you should've seen her, Poppy. She was absolutely stunning. I was the luckiest hobbit-lad in all of Middle-earth to have her." He voiced these words just staring at her, lost in the sea of her aquamarine eyes. "'Twas a really funny thing seeing her go off like that. But you should've seen her, Poppy, she was so beautiful. Did you see her Poppy? My pretty wife? Did you see how amazingly beautiful she looked?" He uttered these words with unreserved adoration.
What happened to the cheery Pippin I always knew? What happened to the carefree, silly Pippin I'd known deep down in my heart? She clutched her chest, reminscing the days when Pippin would just do an inane feat only to tumble into a crate of apples, and Merry and her would simply laugh at him. "He looks like a grand roasted pig with that apple in his mouth!" bursted Merry. She agreed relentlessly at the remark. "What happened to those days, Pippin?" she thought.
Pippin aimlessly continued, "…did you see her? Her hair had the golden tint of leaves that fell in autumn, and it was in a little pretty bun, an' a few locks fell on the side of her fair porcelain face." A little smile crept in the corner of his lips. " An' did you see her little freckles? An' an' her rosy cheeks? She had the beauty of an elf, no, no, more than an elf!… Did you see her, Poppy? Did you see how amazing she looked?" He swallowed a tear down his throat, just smiling and staring into blank space once more.
The trouble with love is…
It doesn't care how fast you fall…
And you can't refuse the call…
See you've got no say at all…
Of course she had seen her. She was Diamond's beloved bridesmaid, not to mention close friend. Diamond had told her five minutes before the ceremony: "I'm sorry Poppy but this is it. I can't do this. I cannot go on." Poppy in the midst of confusion, assured her that she was only a little nervous about the wedding. "No. He will come. I shall hope he won't be too late though, for I love him still…" Poppy burst out and argued and denied of her sudden change of plans, "But I can't you see! Pippin is a wonderful lad, but my heart does not go to him. I still love another, Poppy, and I have made my decision. It's too late now. Nothing you can say will stop me. He's coming to take me away. I'm sorry I had to do this now but I had to before it's too late--"
She knew he was coming to get her. And yet she couldn't have told a thing to Pippin.
Now I was once a fool it's true…
I played the game by all the rules…
But now my world's a deeper blue…
I'm sadder but I'm wiser too…
The groom was so excited, so thrilled, that all he said to his best friend was "Merry, I will be a different man from this morning henceforth," he announced proudly. "Things will be different from now on," he uttered seriously, but a hint of sarcasm danced in his eyes. "Save that you don't trip over her gown or anythin'. Don't you mess this one up, Pip! But you will still have time to spend with your dear ol' cousin, won't you?" And with that Merry embraced him affectionately, knowing how his best friend had been throbbing for this day to come. "Aye, Merry. You know, I have never felt this way about any other lass. I believe I have never been any happier my entire life."
I swore I'd never love again…
I swore my heart would never mend…
Said love wasn't worth the pain…
But then I hear it call my name…
"Well you go out there and go marry her, then!" He gave his friend a stiff pat on the shoulder and an assuring smile before the ceremony began. Poppy couldn't do it. She couldn't think of a way to explain it to him, or to control her conflict of emotions at that moment. She thought--
The trouble with love is…
It can tear you up inside…
Make your heart believe a lie…
It's stronger than your pride…
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"How do you break such a heart?"
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The trouble with love is…
It doesn't care how fast you fall…
And you can't refuse the call…
See you've got no say at all…
She wanted to say Diamond was a witch, a demon, a-a- cursed hound to have done that. She was no prettier than the devil in disguise.
"Aye, I was there, Pip. She looked absolutely marvellous," was all that she could simply reply.
Every time I turn around…
I think I've got it all figured out…
My heart keeps calling…
And I keep on falling…
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Pippin took another sip of his pint and smiled at her. "Aye, she looked splendid, didn't she?"
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Over and over again…
This sad story always ends the same…
Me standing in the pouring rain…
It seems no matter what I do…
It tears my heart in two…
Still, in his own eyes pain and depression was still empowering him. Seeing this she cradled his cheek in her hand and with her thumb, caringly swept off a fresh tear that was rolling from his eyes. "Pippin, listen. I know it might be hard to believe me right now, but everything will turn out for the better, alright? I promise, and I won't let anything sadden you anymore, even if all of the Shire were under siege, Even if you were assassinated by a hoard of Ringwraiths I will keep your spirits high, as it always were before and always meant to be. Nothing will turn out for the worst again, I promise you. I just won't let it happen." Her deep, keen eyes searching his, assuring him that her words were true. Pippin took hold of her supple hand and held them tight. She swore she saw a beam of sunshine dancing in his eyes once more, as they once used to.
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"You always know how to make me feel better, you know."
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The trouble with love is…
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"Well I'm just happy you're smiling again," said Poppy.
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It can tear you up inside…
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"Poppy, I wasn't lying to you before when I said you've got the most gorgeous pair of eyes."
"I wasn't lying when I told you you were drunk, either," She replied, nonchalantly.
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It's stronger than your pride…
"Would you say I was lying if I told you that… I think… I'm…" he swallowed hard, mustering up all of his courage and stupidity and letting go of everything he believed in, down to his last scrap of common sense. Am I really doing this? Would it be bad if I did? Was it the right time? What would she think of me if I did? He let everything go.
"…I'm in love with you?"
The trouble with love is…
A rush of icy blood rushed through her body as he uttered these words to her. Though she only answered "Pippin… I-I-I'd say you were very, very drunk", deep in her heart she had hoped he wasn't.
It's in your heart... it's in your soul…
"What would you say if I told you that I'm pretty sure I'm falling madly in love with you right at this very moment? Would you still say I was drunk? Would you still say I was lying to you?" He shot these questions at her, bullet after bullet, locking his hazy emerald eyes on hers, not even letting her out of sight or even think of changing the subject. He wanted to know. He needed to know.
It doesn't care how fast you fall...You're losing your control…
And you can't refuse the call…See you've got no say at all…
"Pippin, I—" she fumbled over her words and for that moment, the rest of the world was shut out. Everything and everyone at the Green Dragon was oblivious to her.
In a slightly more threatening tone he repeated, "Would you still say I was lying if I told you that I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you right here right now at this very moment and however way you may try you will never ever be able to stop me?" He shot again, his words quick and flawless and gravely in tone; not letting a single tremble escape his throat.
"Pip, I, I—"
"Shhhh," he hushed her not to utter a single word, laying a finger on her scarlet lips. He traced them softly from one corner to the other, only now realizing how supple and soft they were. Before Poppy could do anything or even think of doing anything, Pippin had taken her by her jaw, and hauled her closer towards him. His forehead sparred against hers as he gazed deeper into her dreamy blue eyes. With that he gave a coarse whisper, "I was dead serious when I told you you have the most gorgeous pair of eyes I have ever seen." Their breaths were practically mingling with eachother in this serene moment. She was drugged by all this; all she could see were his deep emerald eyes, all she could hear was his voice, and all else she could feel was him, his coarse whisper, his warm emotions. Brushing his lips against her honey-butterscotch curls, they scented of sweet, luscious strawberries and peaches and plump, ripe apples in autumn. And then aroused with sudden impatience, he ran his fingers through her hair and maddeningly slowly, dragged her even closer and finally, sealed off her shudders with his fine lips, not letting them escape her mouth. Deepening his kiss for one spellbinding moment, he deliberately broke it off far too punctually, her lips still wanting to trail his. "Now, would you still say I was drunk if I tol—" ignoring his words she hauled him back, her hands pulling him from the nape of his neck. She planted her lips in his, and kissed him again, and again, and again, until it drove Pippin crazy. He finally locked her in his arms, drugging her again to a deep, maddening kiss. His tongue slid in tactfully from the corner of her tight lips and in hastening rhythm, skillfully recoiling it back and darted it in again, exploring curiously in the depths of her mouth. There his tongue lingered and again, retaliating and darting back into her. She succumbed to his lusty kiss, drowning herself in the pleasure. He didn't just kiss her, though; his kiss slowly became rough and possessive and he drank her, satisfying an insatiable thirst, a hunger he had pained too long from. He drank her off her life, tasting every sip of her as if it were his last, making sure he didn't waste one single, sweet drop. She raced her fingers through his toffee hair as he massaged the dip of her curved back, moaning in deep pleasure as both their hearts were beating furiously against the other. She gave out soft whimpers when his kisses started to get aggressive, but she liked it. The feeling of finally having herself ceded in his warm embrace was sheer bliss. Again and again, his dizzying kisses grew deeper and deeper still until finally, he released his lips and they both found themselves exasperated and out of breath.
When her hot eyes finally found his, she called out his name at last.
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"Pippin," she mouthed.
"Yes, Poppy?"
"I wouldn't really like to say you were that drunk."
He smiled. "I told you I wasn't lying."
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~end of chapter 1~
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A/N: Phew! That was a loooong one ^^;; To those who're reading this, Pippin has not lost his mind, making out with another lass on the same day of his wedding, but I assure you, there is a plot in this…I think… ^^;; do sacrifice me half a minute to review, I aim to please… ideas are always welcome… thank you!!