Hey folks,

I read a couple of cool Merry/Pippin stories and started to think about writing one of my own. I love this brotherly interaction between the two Hobbit´s. Well, I hope you´ll like my story. I tried very hard to make it cute, exciting and Merry/Pippin – like.

I don´t have to mention that J.R.R. Tolkien is the "father" of the characters... and I don´t do this for money. Just for fun and for the great folks that write here...~Key

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Black Mists and Emerald Green

He was angry. With stomping footsteps he walked down the corridor. Promising himself he would kill the lad if he could get his fingers around his throat. As he walked by one of the supply-rooms he could hear a small laughter coming from inside. ´Gottcha!´ he thought, smiling wickedly. With all his might he pushed open the door and blurted: "Peregrin" the rest of the name he called was drowned in a loud banging and clatter. Flour filled the air, making it almost impossible to breath. His nose began to itch and his eyes to sting. ´What the hell´ he thought, then it hit him. "Pepper!" he exclaimed, starting to cough. A gentle touch, almost as a breeze on his leg let him crouch down. He would get this little brat for this. But his hands just grabbed thin air.

Pippin's eyes stringed and he had to sneeze permanently. But he couldn't stop grinning all way down to the creek. As he arrived, he firstly drank a couple handful of water, washed his face, then sat down and tried to get himself comfortable. His feet dangling in the water, he closed his eyes and relaxed. ´Stupid Brandybuck´ he thought. Merry´s face was nothing but priceless as he grabbed into his pockets this morning, feeling it was filled with honey, ´Still stupid Brandybuck, trying to frame me of eating the last piece of pie. His own fault he got sticky fingers.´ He couldn't help but start laughing again. "Stupid Brandybuck!" he muttered.

He hated to stay at Brandy Hall in the summer. It was boring. He wasn't allowed to stray through the land as back home. He had to stay near his uncle's hole, being baby-sat by his older cousin. Pippin sighed. "PIPPIN!" The voice of his cousin sounded nothing but furious. "Bring your filthy little throat up here so I can strangle you!"

A fit of sneezing interrupted Merry´s never-ending cursing. As he eventually finished he could see the little rat standing down at the creek, grinning merrily. ´THIS-IS-IT!´ he thought and started for his young cousin.

Pippin saw his cousin starting to chase after him. ´Stupid Brandybuck!´ he grinned. He knew that it wasn't a match to beat Merry in running. He was a strong and fast runner and he had to be. A lot of the older ones back home loved to push around the smaller and weaker. Pippin had to learn early that you either run or give in. So he jumped over the creek and dashed into the bushes on the other side. He could hear a splashing sound and some more cursing from Merry, as he worked himself deeper into the dark forest. "STOP!" Merry cried as he saw him vanishing through the bushes. Pippin almost started to laugh. He wasn't going to stop.

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TBC..... I hope ;)