A/N:
Timeline: This story takes place after the Lord Of The Rings, but Rosie and Sam have not gotten together yet, (Obviously) and Gandalf and Frodo have not left yet. (Obviously.) Everyone is probably in different places than they were when the books ended, but I don't know, as I'm in the middle of reading the books now.
Geology: I looked at a map in the book, and there is no river going straight from the Shire to Rivendell, so I made one up. I'm going to say it goes all the way to meet up with the Anduin. (The river that flows from Lothlorien all of the way down to Gondor.)
Time: (As opposed to timeline.) I wrote in here that it takes about five days to get from the Shire to Rivendell, which it most definitely doesn't, but for the purpose of this story, it does.
Now enough minor technicalities! Relax and enjoy the story! Please don't review and tell me that it isn't realistic as far as the books or even the movies are concerned, because I already know that. It's just meant ot be fun and entertaining. In no way am I as good a writer as J.R.R. Tolkien!
If you hate my story and wish to flame it, go right ahead, I'll ignore it. Most of you flamers are too cowardly to even review non-anonymously anyways so there. :P.
Enjoy! Enough of my too-long author's note! Read! Review! And be merry!!!!!
Juliette. (4.)
Gandalf's Staff.
Chapter One:
At The Tavern.
Frodo, Merry, Pippin, and Samwise were all at the tavern, drinking and having a merry time.
Frodo was merry, Merry and Pippin were goofy, and Sam spent most of his time gazing at the waitress, Rosie.
"Cheer up, Sam," said Frodo, "there's to much to be happy about to be brooding in your drink."
"I know," said Sam glumly. "Except for one thing. And that's that Rosie hasn't paid me so much as a glance all evening."
Suddenly Merry and Pippin who hadn't been listening at all, jumped up out of their seats and linking their arms, started dancing around, singing nothing in particular, except: "La, la alala alaal alaalalal laa lal ala la!" They broke down into their chairs again, in a heap of laughter.
Frodo rolled his eyes at Sam, but Sam continued staring at Rosie, his chin in his hand.
Merry glanced at Pippin and Frodo, and then leaned over and poked Sam, causing him to shriek and throw his drink up in the air, right onto an innocent Pippin.
This in turn, caused Pippin to shriek and he held his shirt away from his body. "Ew, I'm all wet!" he exclaimed.
Merry pointed at him and howled with laughter. Pippin glared at him. "Oh yeah? Well, see how you like it!" And he proceeded to dump his drink on Merry's head.
Merry, now soaking wet, glowered at Pippin. He picked up his drink. "Oh yeah? Well, see how Frodo likes it!" And he turned around and threw his drink on Frodo.
"Ah!" exclaimed Frodo, who had previously been snickering.
Merry and Pippin were laughing so hard they were crying, and they slung their arms around each other's shoulders and laughed uproariously.
Frodo grinned and shook his head, raising his drink to his lips.
After a few moments, Merry and Pippin had calmed down and they looked dejectedly into their empty cups. They looked at each other and commented on their various states of wetness and even managed another snicker at Frodo before they suddenly looked at Sam, the only dry one of the group. Frodo glanced over too, and they all smiled a little evilly at him.
Sam noticed them looking and he threw up his hands. "I'm innocent!" He cried.
His hands, or rather one hand up in the air, was the signal in that tavern for a refill of drinks, and Rosie saw it and headed over to their table. Sam didn't notice.
"I wasn't laughing or nothing, honestly!"
Merry and Pippin looked over at Frodo, who was the only one with a full cup and he grinned and raised his cup as if to dump it on Sam.
Sam covered his head.
Just then Frodo saw Rosie over Sam's shoulder and he lowered his cup. Merry and Pippin looked over where Frodo was looking and then the table was silent.
Sam lifted his arms and his head just in time to see Rosie stop at their table.
"Did any of you want a refill?" she asked sweetly.
Merry and Pippin immediately held out their cups and smiled winningly at her. Sam managed a weak smile before also holding up his cup.
Rosie shook her head as she refilled their cups. "Perhaps if you stopped playing around with your drinks, you wouldn't need a refill!" She said. "The only gentleman I see is Mister Samwise here." She gave him a smile and went on her way to the next table.
Merry's mouth dropped open. "Sam, a gentleman!?" He and Pippin started laughing again, and Frodo smiled at Sam.
"I think she likes you, Sam."
Sam was bright red he stared after Rosie for a moment, before turning and looking at Frodo. "You really think so, Mister Frodo?" He asked hopefully.
"Yes," said Frodo. "And now..." He threw his drink on Sam.
Merry and Pippin, surprised, looked over at Sam, their eyes wide. Then they cracked up laughing, slapping Frodo on the back, who only grinned and raised his eyebrows at Sam.
Sam, whose mouth was hanging open, sat there in shock as liquid dripped from his hair and nose. And then finally, he too, smiled and started laughing.
Their laughter was short-lived however, for a moment later, the door to the tavern banged open and a tall wizard with long white hair and a white robe and cloak stormed into the room, causing the whole tavern to look at him. "Peregrin Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck!" He shouted.
"Gandalf!" Gasped Merry and Pippin, and they dived under the table, quivering over by Frodo's legs.
"Ah!" Said Frodo, for the second time that evening. "Get off!"
Gandalf stomped over to the table. "Where are they?" He asked, obviously angry. Before Frodo or Sam had a chance to answer, he looked under the table and pulled out a terrified Pippin and Merry. He shook them. "What did you do with it!?" He thundered.
"Do with what?" Merry attempted to say innocently.
"Do not play games with me, Meriadoc!" Shouted Gandalf, still very angry, "what did you do with it?"
"We didn't do it on purpose, honestly!" Quivered Pippin.
"Do what?" Frodo asked, curiously.
"These two idiots stole my staff!"
"Hey!" Said Merry indignantly.
"What did you do with it!?" Gandalf shook them harder.
Merry squeaked.
"We didn't mean to!" Pippin said.
"Didn't mean to WHAT?" Gandalf dropped Merry.
"Nothing," Merry said quickly, "we didn't do anything."
"Silence!" Roared Gandalf. He turned back to Pippin. "Well?"
"It was an accident!" Pippin insisted.
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY STAFF!?" Gandalf shouted.
"We didn't mean to drop it in the river!" Yelled Merry. "It was an accident!"
Gandalf dropped Pippin and turned to Merry, who covered his mouth quickly. "Oops," he said.
"You did WHAT?!" Gandalf asked.
"Uhhhh..." Said Merry.
Gandalf rubbed his forehead. "I have got to get my staff! You two are coming with me!" He pointed at Merry and Pippin. "Whether you like it or not!"
"When did you drop the staff in the river, Merry?" Frodo asked.
"About 5 days ago," said Merry.
Frodo thought for a moment then looked at Gandalf. "Gandalf, your staff would be all the way at Rivendell by now!"
Gandalf thought for a moment. "You're right. We'd better hurry then. Let's go!" And he yanked poor Merry and Pippin out the door.
Frodo stood up and ran after them, leaving Sam alone at the table.
Sam sighed in frustration and looked back and forth between Rosie and the door. Rosie came over to the table. "Are all of your friends leavin' Mister Samwise?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah," he said glumly."
"Where are they off to in such a hurry?"
"They're goin' off on another adventure I expect," Sam said.
"Well, why aren't you goin' with them?"
Sam shrugged and stood up. "I s'pose I am."
Rosie smiled. "Well then take this along with you." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "You have a good evening, Mister Samwise." She smiled at him and went back behind the counter.
Sam stood there in shock for a moment, his mouth hanging open before he pulled himself together and shook his head. "Well, then," he said to himself, "I guess I'm off on another adventure." And he walked out the door to join his friends, giving one last glance to Rosie.