Hey guys! This is my new story. It's a little Pippin story so I hope that you like it! Also THANKS for the great reviews on my other stories!

Disclaimer: I don't know or own any of these characters.

Pippin is 10 and Merry is 19.

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"Maybe I don't wanna be Thain someday, maybe I wanna be normal like everyone else!" Pippin yelled at his mother and father. "Son, you have no choice. This is what you have to be when you grow up," Paladin said to his son.

"Well, I don't think that its fair that I don't get a choice-- maybe right now all I wanna do is be a kid!" he shouted, turning away from his mother and father, for no future Thain was supposed to show tears and if his father saw him crying he would forever be shamed. He started towards the door; he needed to go somewhere just anywhere but here.

"Now where do you think you are going?" His father went after him to bring him back into the sitting room, "I was not done talking to you." He grabbed Pippin's arm and turned him back around to face him.

When Paladin forced him back around Pippin looked straight into his father's eyes and anger flared up in them, "Well, I'm done talking to you," Pippin said in a low voice. He wrenched his arm free and ran out the door into the darkening night.

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Merry and Frodo were walking along the road to Tookland. They had just come back from the market to get some food for Eglantine Took for, they were staying with the Tooks that week and she had asked them if they would go to the market for them.

Merry thought that something wasn't right; before they had left for the market, they saw Paladin go to Pippin's room and he had heard him say, "Son, your Mother and I need to talk to you"

"Paladin is just too hard on the boy sometimes," Frodo shook his head sadly. "After all he is just 10."

Merry agreed-- Paladin was known for making sure everything was perfect, and he wanted his son to be no less.

"Pippin shouldn't have to go through that, he's told me that he thought his father didn't love him and just wanted everything his way," Merry said, looking at Frodo, "And when I heard him say that, I just wanted to go and yell at Paladin but I knew it wasn't my place; now, however, I think I may have to step in."

"Just don't go getting Pippin and yourself into more trouble; I don't think Pippin could handle that," Frodo said, becoming silent as they reached the Took door.

They walked into the house and immediately they could tell something was indeed wrong. As they walked into the sitting room, Paladin was sitting on the chair silently. He turned his head towards them as they entered the room, "Is Pippin with you?"

"No wasn't he here when we left?" Merry said getting a sinking feeling in his heart.

"No, not anymore, he got angry at something I said and ran out of the house," Paladin said, looking slightly angry.

"So why didn't you go after him?" Merry said, starting to get angry at his uncle's lack of concern.

"Well, I figured he just needed to cool down and that he would have been back by now." Paladin rose from the chair.

"Somebody needs to go out there and look for him!" Merry yelled, "He could be lost or worse, hurt, if he hasn't come back by now!"

"Well then you go look for him yourself if you are so worried! If the Fool of a Took can't even get back here then he had it coming!" Paladin yelled back at him.

Merry looked at his uncle in disgust and was about to give him a piece of his mind but Frodo broke into the conversation. "Come on Merry, let's go look for Pippin. Let's let him cool down some." Frodo pushed Merry towards the door.

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Once they were out the door Merry screamed in anger, "I just wanna punch him, he has no idea how much his ordering and demands are tearing up Pippin!"

"Now Merry, let's not think about that right now. We need to find Pippin, then we will talk about it later," Frodo said. They walked into the woods betting that would be the first place Pippin would go to.

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Pippin ran out of the house as fast as his little legs could carry him, and his tears blinding him as he ran through the forest.

He tripped over a tree root sticking out of the ground, and when he landed he stayed there and cried gut-wrenching sobs that shook the tiny body. He didn't want to have to go back home-- his father wanted so much out of him and something's he couldn't even understand yet.

After several minutes the crying turned into hiccups, and he looked around. He was by a river in the middle of the forest and he thought that he heard thunder in the distance.

He looked up into the sky and saw that it had become darker and the looks of a bad storm were coming up.

Pippin stood up on shaky legs and was about to turn back the way he came, but something colorful in the water caught his eye. There in the middle of the river was a shiny toy boat. It was painted a bright blue color, and he thought that some hobbit child must have lost it somewhere up the river.

He decided to wade out there and try and get the boat. At first he slowly waded into the middle making sure he had his footing. As soon as he reached the boat that was floating by a big rock, he took it in his hands for a couple of minutes he was in awe of the boat. It surely showed that it was carefully carved, and must have taken a while to make. There was no use in letting this beautiful boat go to waste, so he thought he would take it with him and would ask Merry to go with him to help find the owner of the boat.

Pippin felt the first rain drops of the storm, and decided it was time to go. As he was turning, something tightened around his foot and bit into the skin around his ankle. He had somehow got his foot caught in a piece of wire fence. He tired to use his hands to get the fence from around his foot, but ended up getting his hands cut by the sharp metal and rust and it just made the fence wrap tighter around his foot. He tried to pull the whole pieced of wire up but, something was holding it down. Fear crept into his chest. The storm was staring to get worse, and as the wind was picking up, it brought a great chill.

With all of his might the ten-year-old Pippin tried once again to get the fence from around his ankle, but it was no use. He was stuck.

Tears welled up in his eyes; he might die if he couldn't get free. Suddenly the rain started pouring and his whole body became soaked. The wind was louder and colder. His body was shivering from being in the water, and he knew he had to do something.

He started yelling at the top of his lungs hoping that maybe-- just maybe-- someone would be passing by and hear him, thought with the wind, his small voice was lost in the storm.