Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction Story One.
Authors Note:
I do not own lord of the rings, it is of course the work of the great J.R.R Tolkien
Please read and enjoy. Also this is my first fanfic so I hope it doesn't sound too sappy or cheesy :) .
Chapter 1 : Rowan
The sun was shining warm in the summer afternoon of July the 7th. At Brandy Hall there was a commotion loud enough to wake the dead. Esmarelda Brandybuck was having her second child. She already had a son, Meriadoc but she had always craved a daughter. She and her husband had been trying for a year now but nothing had come of their efforts until one day the doctor was called.
The doctor had come round and only had to look at her bump to say that she was pregnant. All three Brandybuck's were thrilled and the thought of having a little brother or sister excited Merry so much that the day he found out he just had to rush round telling everyone.
Now Esmarelda was in her bedroom with some maids and her husband giving birth to her beloved child. Merry sat outside listening to the shrill screams and soothing shouts. He wondered if everything was alright. Very soon the screams died down and a pure cry was heard. Merry jumped up wanting to see his new sibling. His best friend and cousin had three big sisters, Merry was jealous and he so badly wanted one of his own.
Merry was not aloud in for three days to see his sister but nobody would tell him why.
"They wont let me see her." Merry pouted sitting by the Brandywine River with Pippin.
"How'd you know it's a girl?" Pippin asked light heartedly. They had gone for a walk in the sun and had taken a small picnic to their favourite place beside the river.
"Because nurse Angelica said so" he huffed and flopped heavily down onto his belly. The sky was clear and blue.
"Maybe." said pippin biting onto his apple. " she is unwell?" The concern and hurt was clear in Merry's eyes but Pippin did not know what to do to comfort him. He gulped down his apple when he noticed Merry bowing his head onto his arms and his breathing became deep.
THUD! Pippin flung himself down beside his cousin.
"Hey Merry, c'mon, I'm no good at this comfortin business, that's what you do." he was trying desperately hard to cheer up his friend. Merry lifted his head and sighed. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking of what names they should like to call her and of what mischief they might drag her into.
Once back at Brandy Hall, Merry was getting ready for bed when Nurse Angelica knocked and came in. He greeted her with a quick smile and plonked himself down onto the bed. His heart suddenly flipped when he noticed her solemn gaze at the floor.
"Master Merry. If you would like you may see your sister? She is in the next room with your mother." she looked toward the door. Why was she so nervous?
"I would love to see her, but" he shifted a little with excitement and with nervousness "she isn't ill? Is she?"
The nurse gave a laugh "No, no she is a very healthy little child" with that she led him down the hall a bit and into what was to be his sisters bedroom.
He walked in as if one wrong footfall would be the end of middle-earth. There was his mother, sitting in a rocking chair in a white robe and a small bundle cradled in her arms. Merry thought his mother looked like she had been crying but maybe they were tears of joy. He couldn't tell. Walking over quietly he peered at the small sleeping face. His eyes grew wide.
" her ears." Merry pointed out "they, they aint pointy" he said clearly but softly. His only reply was a shake of the head.
"Merry. Would you like to hold her?" Esmarelda held out her arms for him to take the baby bundle. Taking it ,he settled himself in an armchair by the feeble fire and stared down at his own little sister. A million thoughts ran through his mind, like, why didn't she look like a hobbit? What would she be like as she grew up? Would she love him as much as he loved her right now? From that second Merry decided he was going to look after her for ever. She was his sister!
"What's her name?" Merry whispered.
"Well dear, we haven't chosen one yet" his mothers eyes smiled. "What do you think?"
Merry glanced down at her, she had long eyelashes, and wisps of copper brown hair, a cute button nose and the sweetest way of sucking her thumb. He considered her for a moment and mentally went through the list he and Pippin made earlier. There was Glorianna? Or Cora? Or Miranda. But the one that stuck out in his mind the most was Rowan.
" what about….." he paused "Rowan?" his mother smiled. When she nodded her long hair bobbed up and down. Rowan opened her eyes for a heartbeat and Merry caught a glimpse of big brown eyes.
"Ro for short." He smiled and gently rocked her back to sleep.
That night Merry couldn't sleep. Two million thoughts bubbled inside his head. His biggest thought was why did she not have some of the distinct traits of a hobbit. It was strange but never the less he loved her very much. Curling under the soft duvet he played in his head what he would like to happen the next day.
'He would meet Pippin and they were to go into Hobbiton to buy things for Ro, they would call in on Frodo and he would get to boast about his sister'
With that thought in mind Merry fell into a deep slumber. He slept soundly until the early hours of Friday morning when he was woken with shouting. Rubbing his eyes he sat up and stared around. It was very dark.
"TELL. ME. THE. TRUTH!" the shouting could be heard faintly from down the corridor but it was clear. Wondering what had happened Merry slipped out of his warm cocoon and tip toed to the door. Pressing his ear against the hard wood he heard his father shouting the same line over and over.
"TELL. ME. THE. TRUTH!" a wave of worry and anxiousness overcame him. His father was easy to flare into anger but he had never heard him shout like this in all his life.
THUD!
Was what Merry heard next. Then many feet scuffling towards the direction and then finally Rowan's piercing cries.
Soon the whole of Brandy Hall was in chaos. People were rushing in and out of rooms and shouting to one another. Merry was now standing outside his bedroom watching the commotion, not daring to move. Suddenly everybody stood still. Saradoc was marching down the hall.
"Da-" but Merry stopped mid sentence, his fathers look was deathly. One of his uncles followed Saradoc out into the night air but he could now hear two distinct cries. One was clearly his sister's and the other… Sounded like his mother?
Merry was scared, he was only 14, and never before had his parents had such a bad fight. As soon as Merry neared the bedroom his uncle Rorimac swirled him round and told him "to be off to bed" he did as he was told but sat on his bed listening to women crying and whispers from down the corridor. Was this something to do with Ro?
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