You Had Me At Hello
By- (ohmigosh I forgot my username)
Disclaimer: JR Tolkien is God, yadda yadda, I heart him, he's a genius, and I don't own any of the LOTR characters which is fine (I wouldn't mind owning Dominic Monaghan's nose, but hey) but I may toy with them as I wish! Mwahahahahahaha ::cackles insanely::
RIGHT! On with the show-
* Chapter 1 *
Merry climbed high up into the apple tree, continuing his ascent to the very top to gather the ripest apples. He looked down over his shoulder at his best friend and younger cousin Pippin on the ground, holding a bucket.
"Oi! You wanna hurry up? I'm starving down here!" Pippin whined. "Yeah well I'd love to see you get up here love, its not that easy." Merry spat
Pippin's heart foolishly gave a little flutter when Merry called him love, even though he knew Merry had said it sarcastically. He knew what he felt inside for Merry was imprudent but he couldn't help it. Merry was truly his best friend, but sometimes when it was just the two of them he couldn't help admiring his golden-brown curly mop top and big brown eyes; yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn't bring himself to tell his companion how he felt. He kept asking himself "Well what's the worse that could happen?" He already knew the answer to that however- he might lose him forever. Merry would get so scared or disgusted he'd never speak to him again. A life without Merry would be utterly incomplete, and was unacceptable so he would just have to live with his burden for now. Up in the tree, Merry shook down apples, occasionally looking down at Pippin who looked utterly lost in his thoughts. He stopped for a moment and watched him more closely; the way his nose wrinkled, how he pouted his lower lip and got a far-away look in his eyes. Suddenly Pippin shook his head and murmured something to him self, shaded his eyes and looked to the pinnacle of the tree.
"What're you staring at wanker?" Pippin crowed
"I was just watching you," Merry said softly.
"What for?" Pippin's heart skipped a beat.
"No reason," Merry shrugged it off nonchalantly.
Pippin nodded and sat down, leaning against the tree watching a fat velvety bumblebee waddle around on a dandelion. He thought about how Merry looked up in that tree among the apple blossoms, the sun shining on his hair and bare arms that were turning bronze from the still-warm autumn sunshine. In the midst of his thoughts he didn't hear Merry call his name until he dropped a monster of a McIntosh on his head. Pippin startled and looked up.
"I called you 3 or 4 times, what are you up to?" Merry quipped.
"Just thinking.about nothing in particular," Pippin added quickly.
Merry climbed down the tree's thick branches, dropped an armful of apples into the bucket and plopped himself down next to Pippin.
"Tell me what's bothering you, I've had no one to talk to all afternoon."
"Well.you see, it's kind of personal," Pippin said slowly.
"Come on now, is it a lass?" Merry chirruped.
Pippin thought a moment, and assessed it carefully. "Well, yes someone I like muchly."
"Pray tell- did you naughty with her?" Merry's eyes lit up.
"NO I did not naughty with her. I haven't told her yet."
"Well what are you waiting for?! Get to it and have some fun," he nudged Pippin's ribs.
"I can't. I'm very well mates with her, and it would be weird."
"All I can tell you is to take your time to tell her, do it, and get it over with. How bad could it be?"
"You couldn't even begin to imagine," Pippin muttered
How bad was THAT?! MOTHER. I feel I need a shower to wash off the bad-ness of that P.O.S story.more later though (
Disclaimer: JR Tolkien is God, yadda yadda, I heart him, he's a genius, and I don't own any of the LOTR characters which is fine (I wouldn't mind owning Dominic Monaghan's nose, but hey) but I may toy with them as I wish! Mwahahahahahaha ::cackles insanely::
RIGHT! On with the show-
* Chapter 1 *
Merry climbed high up into the apple tree, continuing his ascent to the very top to gather the ripest apples. He looked down over his shoulder at his best friend and younger cousin Pippin on the ground, holding a bucket.
"Oi! You wanna hurry up? I'm starving down here!" Pippin whined. "Yeah well I'd love to see you get up here love, its not that easy." Merry spat
Pippin's heart foolishly gave a little flutter when Merry called him love, even though he knew Merry had said it sarcastically. He knew what he felt inside for Merry was imprudent but he couldn't help it. Merry was truly his best friend, but sometimes when it was just the two of them he couldn't help admiring his golden-brown curly mop top and big brown eyes; yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn't bring himself to tell his companion how he felt. He kept asking himself "Well what's the worse that could happen?" He already knew the answer to that however- he might lose him forever. Merry would get so scared or disgusted he'd never speak to him again. A life without Merry would be utterly incomplete, and was unacceptable so he would just have to live with his burden for now. Up in the tree, Merry shook down apples, occasionally looking down at Pippin who looked utterly lost in his thoughts. He stopped for a moment and watched him more closely; the way his nose wrinkled, how he pouted his lower lip and got a far-away look in his eyes. Suddenly Pippin shook his head and murmured something to him self, shaded his eyes and looked to the pinnacle of the tree.
"What're you staring at wanker?" Pippin crowed
"I was just watching you," Merry said softly.
"What for?" Pippin's heart skipped a beat.
"No reason," Merry shrugged it off nonchalantly.
Pippin nodded and sat down, leaning against the tree watching a fat velvety bumblebee waddle around on a dandelion. He thought about how Merry looked up in that tree among the apple blossoms, the sun shining on his hair and bare arms that were turning bronze from the still-warm autumn sunshine. In the midst of his thoughts he didn't hear Merry call his name until he dropped a monster of a McIntosh on his head. Pippin startled and looked up.
"I called you 3 or 4 times, what are you up to?" Merry quipped.
"Just thinking.about nothing in particular," Pippin added quickly.
Merry climbed down the tree's thick branches, dropped an armful of apples into the bucket and plopped himself down next to Pippin.
"Tell me what's bothering you, I've had no one to talk to all afternoon."
"Well.you see, it's kind of personal," Pippin said slowly.
"Come on now, is it a lass?" Merry chirruped.
Pippin thought a moment, and assessed it carefully. "Well, yes someone I like muchly."
"Pray tell- did you naughty with her?" Merry's eyes lit up.
"NO I did not naughty with her. I haven't told her yet."
"Well what are you waiting for?! Get to it and have some fun," he nudged Pippin's ribs.
"I can't. I'm very well mates with her, and it would be weird."
"All I can tell you is to take your time to tell her, do it, and get it over with. How bad could it be?"
"You couldn't even begin to imagine," Pippin muttered
How bad was THAT?! MOTHER. I feel I need a shower to wash off the bad-ness of that P.O.S story.more later though (
