Running Away
Prologue
Pippin snuck out as quietly as he could without waking his father, or mother, or sisters. He succeeded. For a bit. When he walked out into the parlor room, he had totally forgotten about the dog, Killer. Killer was possibly a German Shepard mixed with some other dog. Pippin thought it was Pit Bull because the dog was so mean. Killer's ears twitched. Pippin froze as the dog looked up at him, and snarled. His eyes grew wide, and he tried to walk away. Killer began to bark.
"Shh! SHH!" Pippin said, unsuccessfully trying to quiet the dog. Killer ran towards him, and Pippin screamed. He ran outside as the rest of the household woke up.
"What's going on out there!" his father bellowed. Pippin was afraid, no, terrified, of his father. He gulped as he watched his father walk into the room, his mother next to him, rubbing her eyes. Although he was hidden by the thick shrubs underneath the window, Pippin thought he could be seen whenever his father looked around. He thought his father could gaze into his soul; figure out his innermost thoughts. Pippin gulped again as he heard the front door close, and his father walked out with a thick wooden stick, ready to club an-y-one who got in his way. Killer trotted outside beside him. The dog looked his direction, and Pippin did his best to stay hidden. When the dog looked away, he took off, running as fast as his 17 year old legs would carry him.
LATER THAT DAY
Merry ran about the Shire, calling his younger cousin. Frodo and Sam were assisting him. They were split up into three sections; Frodo around the roads of Bag End; Sam around the river; and Merry around Buckland and Tuckborough. Little did they know it was going to be years ever since they saw him again; and how much Pippin had changed.