I don't own LOTR. I most likely never will. Tolkien is the godly creator of
Middle-Earth and all it's inhabitants, if you want to sue me, speak to my
lawyer.
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"Merry, Look!" Pippin shoved a piece of paper in Merry's face. Merry grunted and pulled it back so he could properly see it.
"What is it?" he asked, beginning to read it.
"It's a chain letter! If I don't send copys to everyone I know, bad things will happen!" said Pippin, in a voice that sounded, to Merry, impossibly small. Surely, Pippin didn't believe in that rubbish?
"Pippin, just throw it out. Nothing will happen, chain letters are just junk." Merry said as he finished reading it.
"I can't! Didn't you read it? I'll be cursed forever! I don't want to be cursed, Merry...Merry! Give it back!" Pippin yelled as Merry held it high abovehis head and out of Pippin's reach.
"Pip...nothing bad will happen! Chain letters are a big joke, ebveryone knows it" Pippin was jumping up and down, trying to grab the letter from Merry's clutches.
"Merry, give it to me! I don't want to be cursed! I..." Pippin trailed off as the letter was snatched from Merry's grasp by the wind. "Look what you've gone and done, Meriadoc Brandybuck! There goes my letter, and now I'll surely have bad luck for as long as I live." Pippin said sadly.
"Don't be foolish, Pip." said Merry, patting Pippin's head, "If you're even the smallest bit cursed, may the hair on my toes fall out by morning" He started to walk away, and Pippin, after a moment of staring in the direction the letter had blown off to, ran to catch up with him. They walked a while in silence, until they came to Pippin's house.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Pip." Merry said, as Pippin silently climbed the steps to his front door and went in.
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"What do you say to some apples from Farmer Maggot's tree?" asked Merry casually the next day, as he and Pippin lay side-by-side on a hill by the Brandywine. Pippin shook his head.
"I might fall." he said simply.
"Don't be silly, Pip, you've never fallen once, and you're the better climber of the two of us"
"Yes, but with my luck, I'd better not take any chances."
"You're not still on about that stupid letter, are you?" Merry asked, exasperated.
"Last night I gave myself a paper cut." said Pippin. "It's because I didn't send out all those letters"
"Pippin, you always give yourself paper cuts!" Merry said, Pippin turned his eyes from staring off into space to meet with Merry's.
"But it really hurt this time, " he said. He showed Merry his finger. Merry sat up a bit to inspect it.
"What am I looking at?" he asked. Pippin sighed.
"My cut! Can't you see how huge it is? I'm telling you, it really HURT!" Merry tried, but for the life of him couldn't see anything on Pippin's finger. Not even a speck of dirt. Pippin pulled his finger back and let his hand drop to his side. "I hope all the hair on your feet falls out." he said. Merry jumped up and held out his hand to help Pippin.
"Come on, you're just being paranoid. Let's go to Maggot's apple tree, if you won't climb then I will!" Pippin looked at him skeptically, but didn't take his hand. 'You might pull too hard and send me flying down the hill,' was his excuse. Soon, after a couple exasperated sighs from Merry and somenervous glances around, Merry and Pippin were off to the tree. Pippin kept scaning for safety hazzards along the way. Merry couldn't really comprehend how a shrubery could be dangerous, but kept his mouth shut as Pippin edged away from itand kept walking.
As soon as they reached the tree, Merry threw down his jacket and jumped to grab the first branch. He continued the motion, climbing the tree, until he reached a branch with many red, shiny apples hanging from it. "Watch out, Pippin! I'm going to throw them down!" called Merry.
"Don't, Merry! I'm sure they'll hit me on the head!"
"Pip, you've been hit on the head by many an apple before, and trust me, it won't be the last time"
"Merry, I-" began Pippin, but soon many apples came showering down upon him. Pippin scurried around, trying to catch them all in his shirt. He caught the last one sucessfully, and smiled to himself. He had once again shrewdly averted disaster. Merry started to climb down the tree. Suddenly, his foot missed a branch and he came tumbling to the ground.
"Ahh!" cried Pippin, as he saw his best friend fall, "Curse my bad luck!" He dropped the apples from his shirt and ran over to Merry's unconsious form, and shook him forcefully. Merry's eyes fluttered open. Pippin gave a small gasp/laugh of triumph.
"You're alive! But curse my bad luck, I've bruised all the apples! I told you I should have sent those letters!Did you listen...no..."
Merry stared at Pippin for a minute as he rambled on. Finally, he spoke. "Hi, I'm Linda" he said. Pippin stopped rambling aloud (mostly to himself) and stared at Merry sas if he had gone insane.
"...What?"
"I said, 'Hi, I'm Linda', who are you?"
" Merry! Stop fooling around! I have to grieve over the apples!" yelled Pippin angrily. Merry, oblivious to Pippin's anger, just stared at him with a silly grin on his face.
"You're cute...what's your name?" he asked. Pippin's head snapped up at Merry's comment, and forgot about his anger over the ruined apples.
"W..what?" he asked.
"What's your name?" Merry smiled, showing every single tooth in his mouth.
"Um...Pippin." Pippin said nervously. He could tell Merry wasn't fooling around. Curse his bad luck! n WHY had he even shown Merry the letter in the first place?!
"That's a nice name." sighed Merry, as he stood up and then grabbed Pippin's hand, pulling him up with him. "Let's go pick flowers!" Merry skipped off, still holding Pippin's hand.
TBC......
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"Merry, Look!" Pippin shoved a piece of paper in Merry's face. Merry grunted and pulled it back so he could properly see it.
"What is it?" he asked, beginning to read it.
"It's a chain letter! If I don't send copys to everyone I know, bad things will happen!" said Pippin, in a voice that sounded, to Merry, impossibly small. Surely, Pippin didn't believe in that rubbish?
"Pippin, just throw it out. Nothing will happen, chain letters are just junk." Merry said as he finished reading it.
"I can't! Didn't you read it? I'll be cursed forever! I don't want to be cursed, Merry...Merry! Give it back!" Pippin yelled as Merry held it high abovehis head and out of Pippin's reach.
"Pip...nothing bad will happen! Chain letters are a big joke, ebveryone knows it" Pippin was jumping up and down, trying to grab the letter from Merry's clutches.
"Merry, give it to me! I don't want to be cursed! I..." Pippin trailed off as the letter was snatched from Merry's grasp by the wind. "Look what you've gone and done, Meriadoc Brandybuck! There goes my letter, and now I'll surely have bad luck for as long as I live." Pippin said sadly.
"Don't be foolish, Pip." said Merry, patting Pippin's head, "If you're even the smallest bit cursed, may the hair on my toes fall out by morning" He started to walk away, and Pippin, after a moment of staring in the direction the letter had blown off to, ran to catch up with him. They walked a while in silence, until they came to Pippin's house.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Pip." Merry said, as Pippin silently climbed the steps to his front door and went in.
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"What do you say to some apples from Farmer Maggot's tree?" asked Merry casually the next day, as he and Pippin lay side-by-side on a hill by the Brandywine. Pippin shook his head.
"I might fall." he said simply.
"Don't be silly, Pip, you've never fallen once, and you're the better climber of the two of us"
"Yes, but with my luck, I'd better not take any chances."
"You're not still on about that stupid letter, are you?" Merry asked, exasperated.
"Last night I gave myself a paper cut." said Pippin. "It's because I didn't send out all those letters"
"Pippin, you always give yourself paper cuts!" Merry said, Pippin turned his eyes from staring off into space to meet with Merry's.
"But it really hurt this time, " he said. He showed Merry his finger. Merry sat up a bit to inspect it.
"What am I looking at?" he asked. Pippin sighed.
"My cut! Can't you see how huge it is? I'm telling you, it really HURT!" Merry tried, but for the life of him couldn't see anything on Pippin's finger. Not even a speck of dirt. Pippin pulled his finger back and let his hand drop to his side. "I hope all the hair on your feet falls out." he said. Merry jumped up and held out his hand to help Pippin.
"Come on, you're just being paranoid. Let's go to Maggot's apple tree, if you won't climb then I will!" Pippin looked at him skeptically, but didn't take his hand. 'You might pull too hard and send me flying down the hill,' was his excuse. Soon, after a couple exasperated sighs from Merry and somenervous glances around, Merry and Pippin were off to the tree. Pippin kept scaning for safety hazzards along the way. Merry couldn't really comprehend how a shrubery could be dangerous, but kept his mouth shut as Pippin edged away from itand kept walking.
As soon as they reached the tree, Merry threw down his jacket and jumped to grab the first branch. He continued the motion, climbing the tree, until he reached a branch with many red, shiny apples hanging from it. "Watch out, Pippin! I'm going to throw them down!" called Merry.
"Don't, Merry! I'm sure they'll hit me on the head!"
"Pip, you've been hit on the head by many an apple before, and trust me, it won't be the last time"
"Merry, I-" began Pippin, but soon many apples came showering down upon him. Pippin scurried around, trying to catch them all in his shirt. He caught the last one sucessfully, and smiled to himself. He had once again shrewdly averted disaster. Merry started to climb down the tree. Suddenly, his foot missed a branch and he came tumbling to the ground.
"Ahh!" cried Pippin, as he saw his best friend fall, "Curse my bad luck!" He dropped the apples from his shirt and ran over to Merry's unconsious form, and shook him forcefully. Merry's eyes fluttered open. Pippin gave a small gasp/laugh of triumph.
"You're alive! But curse my bad luck, I've bruised all the apples! I told you I should have sent those letters!Did you listen...no..."
Merry stared at Pippin for a minute as he rambled on. Finally, he spoke. "Hi, I'm Linda" he said. Pippin stopped rambling aloud (mostly to himself) and stared at Merry sas if he had gone insane.
"...What?"
"I said, 'Hi, I'm Linda', who are you?"
" Merry! Stop fooling around! I have to grieve over the apples!" yelled Pippin angrily. Merry, oblivious to Pippin's anger, just stared at him with a silly grin on his face.
"You're cute...what's your name?" he asked. Pippin's head snapped up at Merry's comment, and forgot about his anger over the ruined apples.
"W..what?" he asked.
"What's your name?" Merry smiled, showing every single tooth in his mouth.
"Um...Pippin." Pippin said nervously. He could tell Merry wasn't fooling around. Curse his bad luck! n WHY had he even shown Merry the letter in the first place?!
"That's a nice name." sighed Merry, as he stood up and then grabbed Pippin's hand, pulling him up with him. "Let's go pick flowers!" Merry skipped off, still holding Pippin's hand.
TBC......
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