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"It's too hot," said Pippin fanning himself with his hand. "If this heat continues, I think I shall die." He pretended to gasp for air and collapsed back onto the grass.
Merry rolled his eyes. "My dear cousin, I do believe that you are overreacting. Do you remember that Summer when we were at Brandy Hall? It was much hotter there."
Pippin rolled onto his stomach and began to pull at the grass. "No, Merry, I don't remember that Summer, but I can say I will remember this one for the rest of my days." He tossed a few blades of grass in front of him and a small gust of wind blew them back into his hair.
Merry looked over his shoulder and saw Frodo laying under the shade of a near by tree. "How can you stand this heat Frodo? We're sweating the hair off our toes and you look as happy as a rabbit in Farmer Maggot's garden." Merry fanned himself with a book laying close to him.
Frodo looked at him with half closed eyes. "It's simple my dear Merry. I just ignore it."
"Ignore it?! How can you ignore it?"
"Like this." Frodo closed his eyes and that was the end of the conversation.
The three Hobbits were sitting outside behind Bag End for it had gotten too hot inside the house. Even with all the windows open, there was hardly a breeze to be felt.
It was mostly quiet except for the occasional complaint from Pippin and the sound of Sam's shears. Frodo opened his eyes and saw Sam working on the hedges. His hair hung heavily around his face and the shirt that he was wearing stuck to his back. He was humming to himself and Frodo recognized it as one of Bilbo's old songs.
"Sam, come and join us in the shade," Frodo called.
"No thank you Mr. Frodo," Sam answered but not stopping once. "I have to finish my work."
Frodo laughed. "Not only did you inherit your gaffer's love of gardening, but his dedication and stubbornness too!"
Merry and Pippin turned to see what Frodo was laughing at but they didn't have to guess long. It was clear when they saw Sam looking more miserable then all of them after working in the Sun all afternoon.
"Come and join us Sam." Pippin tried to sound cheerful, but the heat was making him sleepy. "It's a little cooler under the trees," added Merry. Frodo, Pippin and Merry all ganged up on Sam until he finally gave into their wishes. He sat next to Frodo and wiped his face with the handkerchief that was sticking out of his back pocket.
Frodo laid back on the grass and smiled to himself. "Isn't this nice-"
"Nice!?" shouted Merry and Pippin together.
"You didn't let me finish. What I was going to say was: Isn't this nice, the four of us being together; certainly not the heat!" he laughed.
"It's too hot," said Pippin fanning himself with his hand. "If this heat continues, I think I shall die." He pretended to gasp for air and collapsed back onto the grass.
Merry rolled his eyes. "My dear cousin, I do believe that you are overreacting. Do you remember that Summer when we were at Brandy Hall? It was much hotter there."
Pippin rolled onto his stomach and began to pull at the grass. "No, Merry, I don't remember that Summer, but I can say I will remember this one for the rest of my days." He tossed a few blades of grass in front of him and a small gust of wind blew them back into his hair.
Merry looked over his shoulder and saw Frodo laying under the shade of a near by tree. "How can you stand this heat Frodo? We're sweating the hair off our toes and you look as happy as a rabbit in Farmer Maggot's garden." Merry fanned himself with a book laying close to him.
Frodo looked at him with half closed eyes. "It's simple my dear Merry. I just ignore it."
"Ignore it?! How can you ignore it?"
"Like this." Frodo closed his eyes and that was the end of the conversation.
The three Hobbits were sitting outside behind Bag End for it had gotten too hot inside the house. Even with all the windows open, there was hardly a breeze to be felt.
It was mostly quiet except for the occasional complaint from Pippin and the sound of Sam's shears. Frodo opened his eyes and saw Sam working on the hedges. His hair hung heavily around his face and the shirt that he was wearing stuck to his back. He was humming to himself and Frodo recognized it as one of Bilbo's old songs.
"Sam, come and join us in the shade," Frodo called.
"No thank you Mr. Frodo," Sam answered but not stopping once. "I have to finish my work."
Frodo laughed. "Not only did you inherit your gaffer's love of gardening, but his dedication and stubbornness too!"
Merry and Pippin turned to see what Frodo was laughing at but they didn't have to guess long. It was clear when they saw Sam looking more miserable then all of them after working in the Sun all afternoon.
"Come and join us Sam." Pippin tried to sound cheerful, but the heat was making him sleepy. "It's a little cooler under the trees," added Merry. Frodo, Pippin and Merry all ganged up on Sam until he finally gave into their wishes. He sat next to Frodo and wiped his face with the handkerchief that was sticking out of his back pocket.
Frodo laid back on the grass and smiled to himself. "Isn't this nice-"
"Nice!?" shouted Merry and Pippin together.
"You didn't let me finish. What I was going to say was: Isn't this nice, the four of us being together; certainly not the heat!" he laughed.