~*~* A/N: This is my new story, I hope you guys enjoy! *~*~
With a sly smirk thrown to his partner in crime, Pippin crept closer and closer to the sleeping wizard. Merry stifled a giggle as Pippin wrapped his hand around the magic staff that Gandalf held. Gently, he pulled it from his hands, and then two quickly ran off with their prize.
"What are we going to do?" asked Merry, his large hobbit eyes wide with excitement.
"I'm going to turn you into a toad, Meriadoc!" exclaimed Pippin, pointing the staff threateningly at Merry.
"No you're not!" Merry giggled and grabbed onto the staff as well, wrestling to get it out of Pippin's hands. At that moment, a sharp breeze drew across the field of the Shire they stood in. A bright light emitted from the staff, and smoke rose about them.
"What did you do?!" exclaimed Pippin, as he and Merry disappeared from the Shire, and Middle-Earth all together.
They looked around, standing suddenly in the middle of a modern city. Pippin and Merry both jumped back, holding onto each other, as a car drove by.
"You kids all right?" came a voice from behind them, from a young woman who was struggling with several grocery bags that she was hauling out of her car. Pippin and Merry looked at her wide-eyed, and she returned the look.
"Are you kids escapees from the Renaissance Faire, or what?" she said with a grin, as Pip and Merry rushed up to her, helping her with the bags she carried. She merely looked more bewildered at this show of courtesy, and pointed to a door on the upstairs of a building. The staircase was outside.
"My apartment's up there," she said, and started to walk toward it. Merry and Pippin froze.
"You-you-you live up there?" Merry asked, his eyes wide.
"Well, uh, yea," she said, and shrugged. "What, are you kids afraid of heights?"
Pippin shook his head, putting on a face of bravery. "No, of course not! And I'm not a kid, I'm twenty eight years old!"
The girl laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Sure, kid."
"Wait a minute," said the girl, after the groceries had been set down, "You two are trying to tell me that you're from a different world, dimension, or galaxy all together, that you're Hobbits, whatever that is, and that you're in your twenties?"
"No," said Merry, with a shake of his head. "I'm thirty one."
"That's ridiculous," she replied, "You two are so small."
Pippin looked slightly offended.
"I'm sorry," she continued, "But are you guys being absolutely serious?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Pippin.
"This is crazy," she mumbled, then shrugged. "So what brings you guys to New York?"
"What's a New York?" asked Merry.
"We're in New York," she explained with a gesture of her hand. "In the USA, the western hemisphere."
"Oh," said Pippin, and he glanced at Merry. Quickly, they went over the story of stealing Gandalf's staff and then somehow getting here. Pippin looked like he may burst into tears.
"This is all my fault," he said softly, dropping his head, and the girl dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Oh, you poor boy," she said gently, and lifted his chin. He looked up at her through teary eyes.
"What is your name?" she asked, wiping away a stray tear that cascaded down his cheek.
"Pippin.. Peregrin Took rightly, but everyone calls me Pip or Pippin." She smiled.
"Well, Pip. I'm Kristin. And I'm going to take care of you and your friend until you figure out to get back to wherever you came from. Now, are you two hungry, or thirsty?" Pip looked up at her, finally a smile forming on his face.
"I could use an ale," he said softly.
~*~* A/N: Be on the lookout for more of this story soon! Reveiw please! *~*~
With a sly smirk thrown to his partner in crime, Pippin crept closer and closer to the sleeping wizard. Merry stifled a giggle as Pippin wrapped his hand around the magic staff that Gandalf held. Gently, he pulled it from his hands, and then two quickly ran off with their prize.
"What are we going to do?" asked Merry, his large hobbit eyes wide with excitement.
"I'm going to turn you into a toad, Meriadoc!" exclaimed Pippin, pointing the staff threateningly at Merry.
"No you're not!" Merry giggled and grabbed onto the staff as well, wrestling to get it out of Pippin's hands. At that moment, a sharp breeze drew across the field of the Shire they stood in. A bright light emitted from the staff, and smoke rose about them.
"What did you do?!" exclaimed Pippin, as he and Merry disappeared from the Shire, and Middle-Earth all together.
They looked around, standing suddenly in the middle of a modern city. Pippin and Merry both jumped back, holding onto each other, as a car drove by.
"You kids all right?" came a voice from behind them, from a young woman who was struggling with several grocery bags that she was hauling out of her car. Pippin and Merry looked at her wide-eyed, and she returned the look.
"Are you kids escapees from the Renaissance Faire, or what?" she said with a grin, as Pip and Merry rushed up to her, helping her with the bags she carried. She merely looked more bewildered at this show of courtesy, and pointed to a door on the upstairs of a building. The staircase was outside.
"My apartment's up there," she said, and started to walk toward it. Merry and Pippin froze.
"You-you-you live up there?" Merry asked, his eyes wide.
"Well, uh, yea," she said, and shrugged. "What, are you kids afraid of heights?"
Pippin shook his head, putting on a face of bravery. "No, of course not! And I'm not a kid, I'm twenty eight years old!"
The girl laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Sure, kid."
"Wait a minute," said the girl, after the groceries had been set down, "You two are trying to tell me that you're from a different world, dimension, or galaxy all together, that you're Hobbits, whatever that is, and that you're in your twenties?"
"No," said Merry, with a shake of his head. "I'm thirty one."
"That's ridiculous," she replied, "You two are so small."
Pippin looked slightly offended.
"I'm sorry," she continued, "But are you guys being absolutely serious?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Pippin.
"This is crazy," she mumbled, then shrugged. "So what brings you guys to New York?"
"What's a New York?" asked Merry.
"We're in New York," she explained with a gesture of her hand. "In the USA, the western hemisphere."
"Oh," said Pippin, and he glanced at Merry. Quickly, they went over the story of stealing Gandalf's staff and then somehow getting here. Pippin looked like he may burst into tears.
"This is all my fault," he said softly, dropping his head, and the girl dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Oh, you poor boy," she said gently, and lifted his chin. He looked up at her through teary eyes.
"What is your name?" she asked, wiping away a stray tear that cascaded down his cheek.
"Pippin.. Peregrin Took rightly, but everyone calls me Pip or Pippin." She smiled.
"Well, Pip. I'm Kristin. And I'm going to take care of you and your friend until you figure out to get back to wherever you came from. Now, are you two hungry, or thirsty?" Pip looked up at her, finally a smile forming on his face.
"I could use an ale," he said softly.
~*~* A/N: Be on the lookout for more of this story soon! Reveiw please! *~*~