A/N: So, this occurred to me randomly (as all stories do) and I hope it's not too random. It was originally going to be a oneshot but then I realized how long it would be and decided that it would be better as a short story. So, please review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings.
"Uncle Pippin! Uncle Pippin!" little voices chorused from outside the hobbit hole of one Peregrin Took. It was loud enough for the not-so-young Pippin (as his friends so affectionately called him) to look up from his second breakfast.
A grin spread across his face as he pushed out his chair, snatched a biscuit from his plate, and trotted to get the door. He opened the rather large door (at least, large in comparison) to see several children's faces shining up at him.
"Well, it couldn't be the Gamgee children!" he cried and shook his curly locks. "I wasn't expecting them to come for another hour more!" The children laughed and pulled at his sleeves.
"We came early! We came early!" they told him loudly. Pippin threw his hands in the air and acted as he if were very frustrated.
"Well, I wasn't expecting the Gamgee children for another hour," he insisted. "You shall simply have to come back in an hour!" The children took him as serious and immediately began to plead to be let in.
"Oh, please Uncle Pippin!" they begged, pulling even harder at his sleeves and the cuff of his pants. "We came so early! We wanted to come early!" Pippin finally laughed at them and opened the door wider.
"Well, as you came so early, I will allow you to come in now this one time," he reasoned and the children were so happy. There were only four of them at this point but if Pippin knew Rosie and Sam there would be more on the way. Pippin then realized he had left his second breakfast on the table and quickly rushed to go and save it, luckily he was just in time. He quickly placed it on a high cupboard for later (a hobbit could not waste perfectly good food) and turned to face the chattering children.
"Well, as you are here a whole hour early, what did you plan on doing?" Pippin asked and the children exploded into noise.
"Daddy told us that you knew a good story!" Elanor said eagerly.
"Because he said he was fresh out of stories," Merry (not the elder but the child named after Sam's good friend) explained.
"And we wanted to hear a new one!" Rose exclaimed.
"So could you tell us one?" they asked in unison. Pippin stared down at the faces, slightly taken aback. Sam knew that Pippin was rather terrible at telling stories. He always managed to forget something or stuttered too much or got too off the topic. Sam always just told him to tell about what he knew.
About what he knew…
"Alright, sit down and I'll tell you a story," Pippin agreed and the children dashed into a sitting room. Pippin sighed and followed after, hoping that he didn't ruin his own story.
"What is it going to be about?" the girl asked.
"Will it have dragons? Or soldiers? Or talking trees?"
Pippin just smiled at them and nodded.
"It will have everything that a story could ever need," he promised. Then cleared his throat.
"Once upon a time there was a young Baggins that lived quietly in his hobbit hole. He lived with his uncle and they got into all sorts of mischief together…" Before Pippin could continue he was interrupted.
"Daddy told us this story," a young boy said with a sigh. Pippin just smiled at him.
"Not the way I'm going to tell it. Now hush and let me talk." The children fell respectively silent. They probably listened to Uncle Pippin more than they did their father, but they listened to Uncle Merry the most.
Pippin cleared his throat again for dramatic effect and then leaned in towards the children.
"Once upon a time there was a young Baggins that lived quietly in his hobbit hole. He lived with his uncle and they got into all sorts of mischief together…"
A/N: So… good? Bad? Let me know! The actual story telling will happen in the next chapter.