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"That's How Hobbits Are Meant To Be"

Frodo looked at the Ring lustfully and with a thin look on his face.

"It's not normal," the young Pippin said. "He may be my cousin, but he isn't a hobbit."

Merry nodded as he pulled another piece of lembas bread out of his pocket. "He has no interest in food, and he definitely lacks optimism."

Merry looks at Frodo again. "I say we give him that optimism! What do you say to that, dear Pippin?"

"I say, let's do it, dear Merry!" Pippin grinned.

Gandalf was brushing his beard when the two ran up to him.

"Oh, great and wise Gandalf..." Merry began, "We are unworthy to stand before your wizardly self!"

"If it's the fireworks you want, lads, better luck next time." Gandalf chuckled and went back to his grooming.

Pippin sighed, "No, Gandy, we were looking forward to the trash embedded in your beard. Pwease?"

"Haha, Peregrin! Of course! I found a bottle of shampoo, and...some razors...oooh! A lollipop!

Merry smiled. "I could use...ALL OF THOSE!...plus, a few fireworks couldn't hurt..."

"Hehe, better luck next time."

[next chapter coming soon!]