Disclaimer Note: For starters I don't own Lord of the Rings. If I did, Pippin might have been the ringbearer and Gimli would sprout pointy ears. Also, I don't own Treasure Island, although all the characters do my bidding. Please enjoy the story.
The Lord of the Rings
MEETS
Treasure Island
CHAPTER I
"And so came the third age of Middle Earth and the defeat of Sauron or Mordor." concluded Cirdan.
"Old fairy stories," scoffed Bill Ferny. "Maybe spending time with these elven folk was why old Bilbo was so cracked."
"And what's the problem with being cracked?" my cousin Merry inquired.
"Keep your nose out of this, young hobbit. It doesn't concern you. Ho, Pippin, more rum," the elf yelled to me in his half drunken state. I rushed to the kitchen to tell Frodo Baggins, the manager of this fine establishment.
"But where is Sauron's ring now?" Merry questioned while I wrestled with ninety kegs of beer. The top one decided to sway a bit and when I tried to catch it Frodo somehow managed to find himself a bit damper than usual. He gave me his well known glare of death, and I was certain I was a gonner. Then there came a glorious knock at the door. ( As I look back on it now, it sounded quite rapid and frightened, but it was certainly glorious then.) Merry dashed through the guests, rudely shoving several of them aside and arrived at the door, looking quite dignified indeed.
"Welcome to the. . . "he began as he opened the door, but his speech was cut off by what he saw.
"Merry, what is it?" I whispered, breaking an eternal silence in which no one had moved a muscle.
"Frodo," Merry, summoned, his voice no louder than a whisper.
"Half a moment, I'm nowhere near decent enough to greet guest, you fool of a Brandybuck. This beer will never wash out of my hair! Ugh! My clothes are sopping! Hang on a minute Merry, just hang on," Frodo ordered as Merry began to protest. Cirdan rose and, tripping over an unconscious guest, fell face first and slid past Merry, straight out the door. What followed was a bit of cursing in tongues I had never heard before. At least, I assume it was cursing because Frodo rushed out of his dressing room, hair flying every which way, pants backwards, and his mithril coat covering him, but upside down, and began boxing my ears out.
"Child abuse! "Shouted an intoxicated guest.
"I'm not a child!" I objected loudly. Then everything stopped.
"Pip, can you hear me?" Cirdan screamed.
"'Course I can hear you, loud and clear. Now please stop shouting."
"I'm not shouting," he protested just as loudly. After seeing that I was alright, her rose, teetering just enough so I could tell he was certainly not sober, and spoke with Frodo in hushed tones. Don't ask me how I know, but I thought they said something about a map and a spring. I began to listen more intently, but Cirdan noticed and dragged me off to my room, which didn't do much good because then the elf began freaking out and yelling about a black spot.
"Pippin, get out here! We need help!" Merry yelled. I rushed out of my room. Alright, I won't lie, I ran into it first , and then checked Merry's room. No one to be found. I then went on to Frodo's . The result was the same.
"Where are you?"
"We're in Cirdan's room. Hurry!" The voice was Frodo's. I rushed up the stairs to the elf's chamber, tripped on the top step, and stumbled in the door. I was greeted by the sight of two hobbits and an elf on their hands and knees amongst many chests of wood gold, silver, mithril, and enough papers to feed an army.
"What's all this?" I wonder aloud.
"We're looking for a map, Pip. It's shaped like a ship, but is folded oddly. We've got to find it fast," My cousin explained, not even looking at me. Just then I heard a knock at the front door of the inn.
"Don't answer it!"Cirdan whispered forcefully as I rose. I opened my mouth to ask why, but my hand rested on one of the boards in the wall. To my surprise it moved. No one was watching, so I pulled it out. My left hand rested itself, as if by fate, upon an age worn paper, which I brought out of the wall.
"Merry," I whispered. He glanced up and saw what I had.
"Cirdan is that. . . "
"Yes, by the powers, Pippin! Beyond the stars!" the elf exclaimed. Downstairs there was an enormous clamor, which caused me to jump six feet into the air. Both of my cousins looked terrified; Cirdan tried to remain calm. "Go quickly out the window," he instructed us. As I ran towards it, I heard footsteps on the stairs, approaching quickly. Merry slid down the tree just outside the window and I followed right behind him. As my feet hit the ground I saw Frodo still lingering in the window frame. It looked as if he and Cirdan were arguing in hushed tones. At last he swung his feet out the window, and not a moment later, the door to Cirdan's room was forced open and the three of us heard such shrieks as I had never heard before, piercing my heart with intense fear.
"Let's go," Frodo whispered as things in the room began to quiet down. Even in the dim moonlight which shone, I could tell he was crying softly. I don't think Merry knew.
When we reached the bridge I figured we were safe enough to stop.
"Not yet, Pip," Frodo said, gently raising me up. "We've got to keep going." I followed him off towards town, exhausted and scared. It was only then hat I realized I was now part of the greatest adventure of my life.