Okay, I'm trying something new this time. I'm writing a "happy" poem
rather than a "dark" poem. Please R/R.
I'd like to dedicate this poem to Goldrider, a huge Pippin fan and my first
(only) fan. Cheers, Goldrider! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Pippin (sniff) or any of JRR Tolkien's other
characters.
LOVE
"What are you writing, Pip?"
Peregrin Took jumped and quickly covered his notebook with his arm.
"Nothing," he mumbled.
Meriadoc Brandybuck sat down next to his cousin. "Come on. What is it
really?"
"Just a poem." Pippin was now blushing a brilliant shade of red.
Merry grinned wickedly. "To whom?"
"To myself," the younger hobbit snapped. "Mind your own business."
"Is it to Diamond?" Merry pressed further. When Pippin did not respond, he
asked kindly, "May I see it?"
"It's not very good," Pippin muttered. "I don't think I'll give it to
her."
"Let me see it. Maybe I can help." Pippin reluctantly handed the notebook
over.
Diamond, oh Diamond, how sweet the sound
Just the sight of you makes my heart pound
So long have I watched you, so long have I seen
The beautiful lady you have always been. (I'm not a stalker!)
When I went away, I knew I might never return
I saw mountains crumble, I saw cities burn
But through it all, you were always on my mind
How lovely you are, and how kind
And when I came back, you were there to greet me
With your beautiful voice, which sounded so sweetly.
But lately I have realized how lonely I am
Despite all my friends like Merry and Sam.
What I truly need is actually a wife
To make me happy, to complete my life
True I'm not ready to get married yet
But I'm looking for a girlfriend and my eyes are set
On you
Tell me true
When you answer, will you make me smile?
I promise it will be worth your while!
~Pip
"It's good," Merry told him. "Not the best in the world, but it'll do.
She'll like the humour."
* Just a quick note. The story ended up taking attention away from the
poem, which was NOT my intention. Also, I know the poem itself is crap; I
had a hard time with this one. But it worked out, because I imagine Pippin
is not exactly a professional poet. Also, I imagine him to have a sense of
humour like the one displayed in the poem.
rather than a "dark" poem. Please R/R.
I'd like to dedicate this poem to Goldrider, a huge Pippin fan and my first
(only) fan. Cheers, Goldrider! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Pippin (sniff) or any of JRR Tolkien's other
characters.
LOVE
"What are you writing, Pip?"
Peregrin Took jumped and quickly covered his notebook with his arm.
"Nothing," he mumbled.
Meriadoc Brandybuck sat down next to his cousin. "Come on. What is it
really?"
"Just a poem." Pippin was now blushing a brilliant shade of red.
Merry grinned wickedly. "To whom?"
"To myself," the younger hobbit snapped. "Mind your own business."
"Is it to Diamond?" Merry pressed further. When Pippin did not respond, he
asked kindly, "May I see it?"
"It's not very good," Pippin muttered. "I don't think I'll give it to
her."
"Let me see it. Maybe I can help." Pippin reluctantly handed the notebook
over.
Diamond, oh Diamond, how sweet the sound
Just the sight of you makes my heart pound
So long have I watched you, so long have I seen
The beautiful lady you have always been. (I'm not a stalker!)
When I went away, I knew I might never return
I saw mountains crumble, I saw cities burn
But through it all, you were always on my mind
How lovely you are, and how kind
And when I came back, you were there to greet me
With your beautiful voice, which sounded so sweetly.
But lately I have realized how lonely I am
Despite all my friends like Merry and Sam.
What I truly need is actually a wife
To make me happy, to complete my life
True I'm not ready to get married yet
But I'm looking for a girlfriend and my eyes are set
On you
Tell me true
When you answer, will you make me smile?
I promise it will be worth your while!
~Pip
"It's good," Merry told him. "Not the best in the world, but it'll do.
She'll like the humour."
* Just a quick note. The story ended up taking attention away from the
poem, which was NOT my intention. Also, I know the poem itself is crap; I
had a hard time with this one. But it worked out, because I imagine Pippin
is not exactly a professional poet. Also, I imagine him to have a sense of
humour like the one displayed in the poem.