Merry and Pippin.
That's all I ever hear. Merry and Pippin this, Merry and Pippin that. Don't get me wrong, I love my older cousin like a brother. We're best friends! But I'm truthfully tired of hearing it. It's always Merry and Pippin. Go around the streets of Hobbition, you'll hear them say our names. It's not:
"Did'cha hear what Pippin and Merry did yesterday?"
Nope. It's never, ever ever like that, and it won't ever be. It's always:
"Merry and Pippin are such trouble makers! Those two got into Farmer Maggot's crops the other day!" A older hobbit may say.
"Merry and Pippin you say? Isn't Merry's real name Meriadoc Brandybuck?" Another might answer.
Only then would a friend of our butt in and say: "Yes, but don't forget Peregrin Took."
It's always been Merry first. Sometimes I don't mind. When we get into trouble, Merry is always scorned first. He was born first after all. He's always the first one caught- usually because of my clumsyness- and the first one to have a sore bottom the next day. But sometimes, it's not so great. An clear excample would be our 12th birthday. I decided to wait- a very hard job- and throw my birthday party with Merry. I waited four months and a day. It was great, but everyone cried:
"Merry! Open your presents Merry! Open yours too Pippin!"
It was Merry's birthday on that day, but it still hurt. I don't let it show. It still hurts, even now. He became an 'adult' first. He was the first one to hurt the Witch King, the first one to go to battle, the first to become a hero. Sometimes- just sometimes- I wonder if I'll ever be first. I wonder if I'll ever come before Merry.
Okay, that was totally random, but I think I like it. Please review- FIRST LOTR FIC.