Entwives Journey

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It was another luxurious day in the shire. The sun illuminated the land, making the crops, and hills glow. Hobbits strolled along the many paths, laughing and smiling as most hobbits tend to do. The smell of pie drifted along the road, drawing even the most reluctant of hobbits to the Took's door. Diamond Took made by far the best carrot pie in all the West Farthing, and you'd be a cracknob not to think so.

Peregrin Took loved her pastrys, but every now and again you would hear hushed whispers on how he was a cracknob. Well not that he minded the nickname, it made him laugh, and that was always a good thing. He enjoyed being different, and that was a good thing since he topped the other hobbits by at least one foot. How he became this size was not a mystery, after all the journey of the four hobbits was well know around the Shire. Pippin, as his close friends called him, would never let them forget it.

It had been ten years since the final phase of their long journey had come to a close. Frodo had chosen to live amongst the elves, which seemed to escape the fickle minds of the Shire inhabitants. 'Just like Bilbo that one. No just like all the other crazy Bagginseses.' Not that his kin minded that much, from what Pippin heard, they were living quiet nicely in Frodo's old burrow. Ten years of peace and happiness, but for Pippin, the years had dragged by slowly.

Not that he didn't like his new life in the shire, he was one of the best known blokes from here to the Southern Marshes! But fame was never his aspiration, adventure was. Diamond had tried to pull him into her way of thinking, and like most others that was that life in the shire was the best thing anyone could wish for. Pippin normally went along with this train of thought until he remembered his old friends. He rarely saw Sam anymore, though Merry and Estella paid frequent visits to his home.

But sadly those weren't Pippins only friends, and the memory of the others always reminded him of the good old days. Those days were fearful yes, but still the journey of the Fellowship would always linger with him, and his heart would always lie in adventure. Aragorn had become what everyone wished in a great king, Gimli and Legolas were touring all of Middle Earth, Frodo and Gandalf were far away in the land of the elves. Everyone's lives had separated, never again to be reforged.

Yes he missed his old friends, he would give anything to see them again, but with everyone so spread out, he knew the chances of that weren't likely. Pippin dreamed of returning to Gondor, of heading proudly into the city he had once protected. Though Diamond didn't nurse this silly fantasy, and he knew he could not leave her.

Today was one of the boring days, where the minutes seemed to stretch into hours, and everything stood still. Pippin sat staring out into the fields of his homeland, dreaming yet again of something he could never have.

"Peregrin Took! Why do I always find you sulking the day away, when you could be out, having a good time." His wife's curt tone chided him and he looked away ashamed. "In case you have forgotten your still young, you should save this kind of behavior for when you become as old as your gaffer!" Pippin ran his hands through his long golden brown curls, trying to find someway to get his wife back on his good side.

"Now don't you give me any sass Mr. Took, you need to be out and about on a day like today!" Pippin tried to disagree, but of course as always Diamond shoved away any retorts he could make. "Away with ye now, go see Merry if you must, tell Estella I said 'hello'. Off we you, off, off!"

Pippin found himself being shoved out the door, he turned around just as the round door slammed in his face. He grumbled something at the door, something sounding like an explanation.

"You do know the doors not going g to answer, right?"

Pippin turned around shocked by the sound of the voice. "Sam? Could it be?" A smile made its way on Pippins face as he ran down the cobblestone walkway to his friend. Laughing he hugged his old friend, "Finally made your way down to West Farthing? About time, I'd've thought you were long dead my friend." He laughed again.

Sam was about to reply, when something sounded in the distance. "It sounds like some lass just got the spooks." Sam said, scratching his head in confusion.

Pippin laughed, long and hard, not stopping to answer Sam's questioning look. Finally after Pippin finished his fit, he wiped the tears from his eyes as he pointed to the distance. Along the curving path Sam could just make out the tall figure bouncing this way and that, almost dancing along the road. As he got closer, Sam could make out the features that told who the whooping fellow was. "Well I'll be darned, if it isn't Merridoc!"

Merry spotted them and sent out another squeal like sound. He was still a good few yards away, but both hobbits could feel the anticipation radiating off him. It seemed he couldn't wait to give them the news, and began yelling out gibberish. As he got closer, he sped up, now yelling something that shocked both waiting hobbits.

"Entwives! Entwives! Oh Pip we forgot! We forgot! We made a promise and we forgot! Entwives! Entwives."

..Ok please review, I love constructive criticism. Since this is my first fanfic, I would love the advice… thanks ;)