Disclaimer: Hail Skyfire and her plotbunny generator! I have indeed also taken the idea of Oboebyrd and started a collection of random plotbunnies, so basically it isn't very original. None of the chars are mine, blah blah blah. Nonetheless, here in the first one, as the challenge was:

Pippin falls in love with Aragorn's pet gerbil while looking at the moon in Bree.

Without further ado, the story!

1 Priscilla Margaret Petunia, Queen of Pip's Heart



The Moon is beautiful. It's immortal light is so… so eerily romantic. Scary how that is. Especially the way the white rays hit this godforsaken town. I hate Bree. Lots of open spaces and drunk people. It smells bad too. Really bad. I wanna go home. But not yet.

No, not yet…

Sigh; what nice night. I seem to be the only one not sleeping. I can't sleep. Not now. No, not now…

I feel so alive in the moonlight. It's something I've never felt before. I've stood in the Moon's rays many times prior to this night, but it's altogether a completely different feeling. Now that I've found her. The first time I saw her she was sitting on that wooden stool, her large innocent eyes glancing about nervously. I feel sorry for her. I just met her a few minutes ago and I feel sorry for her. Pathetic, pathetic Hobbit.

Aye, I can't get over the feel of her hair! Soft as silk, thin as paper… not very nice, the way I described it, but there aren't any words to express the touch of her hair! It's long and just so soft. She's the traveling type, I could tell, since her hair was a little scruffy, but that just makes her all the more wonderful.

Oh, you terrible Moon, why do you make me fall head over heels like this? Or were we meant to be? Everything about her is perfect, not a fault.

And her hands…

She's short, too. Like me! But a bit shorter. A lot shorter, really. Maybe she hasn't had her growth spurt yet. Girls start really late sometimes. Anyway. Her hands are lean, her nails are sharp and pointy, like I've heard about when old Bilbo spoke of Elves. They're so delicate, and light, too… same with her arms. A little skinny, but that's okay. I love her anyway.

Just the perfect Hobbit wife for me! Pudgy like they're supposed to be, and she eats healthily with lots of snacks in between. I'm so happy! She looked at me with this glint of scared fascination when the silly Ranger- man introduced us – what's his name? Arapon? Stider? Stouter? Something-er. Strider? I think that's it. Or some other name. I wasn't paying attention. Was I supposed to be? Oops.

But that doesn't matter now. I have fallen in love with the most beautiful of creatures.

Ah, yes, and her name… her name is Priscilla Margaret Petunia. What a lovely name! It sounds so heavenly to my ears. Except when Ranger-boy said it. It sounded like a… nevermind.

She's more of the quiet type, though. Doesn't say much, but squeaks if you run your fingers through her hair. Very shy. Not very social, but that's still okay. She likes to hang around that scruffy person a lot. They seem to be close. Too close. Wah, why can't it be me?

Oh, Moon! You have bewitched me! How can I now love another? Okay, let's leave Merry out of this, that was a one time thing, and do you mind not shining your white light across his body like that? I'm trying to be romantic and fall in love with someone else right now! Thank you.

Aye, but woe to the Hobbit who has had his heart captured by a simple creature such as Petunia. Oh! She loves me! She really loves me! She's nibbling at my finger now! A love nip, no doubt. Hah, Aragorn! Your gerbil loves you no more! She is mine now, and mine to cherish forever!

Dearest Moon, dearest Priscilla Margaret Petun…

So, ARAGORN is his name! Wow! I actually remembered! Oh, Mr. Moon, be proud of me!!