Copyright © 2002 by Jenolas
Note: This is my very first attempt at a LOTR fanfic, so PLEASE be gentle lol
Disclaimer: I do not claim these LOTR characters as my own---they were created by JRR Tolkien, not me. I'm not publishing this, so I'm not getting paid for writing this. This idea was inspired by Jeanster
CHAPTER 1
"How many more times are we going to do this?!" Pippin Took exclaimed as he and Merry Bradybuck, their hands filled with carrots and cabbages, dashed through the crops of Farmer Maggot.
"This is the last time!" Merry called over his shoulder, briefly glancing back at his partner in crime.
"Why don't I believe you?" Pippin mumbled as the crops ended and a field of grass beheld them.
"Doesn't this....aaaahhhhh!" Merry exclaimed as he realized that if he kept going, he would run right off the cliff into the raging river below.
Being a quick thinker, Pippin slid to a stop, grabbing the collar of Merry's shirt and the two hobbits tumbled back onto the grass. "That was close, Mrry."
"Close indded," Merry nodded in agreement. He snapped his head around as the voice of Farmer Maggot bellowed through the tall corn stalks. "Let's split up---it'll be harder for them to catch us."
"You're right," Pippin nodded eagerly. "We'll meet back at Frodo's."
"Back at Frodo's," Merry replied before dashing off in the opposite direction.
Pippin scooped up his fallen vegetables and tucked them in his shirt tail, clutching them against him as he ran across the patches of grass, dirt, and tree roots. "Ahhh!" he cried as his toe caught on a tree root and he landed face first into a patch of clovers. "Oh no, oh no," he mumbled as his vegetables rolled in different directions.
Pippin scrambled to his feet and chased after the run-away vegetables. "One, two, three, four...oh no," he moaned, realizing that he was still a cabbage short. He set his vegetables against a tree and started scrounging around in the leaves and dirt.
Pippin froze as he heard a low hissing sound. He instantly darted under a nearby thistle bush and averted his eyes skyward. After making sure the skies were clear, he breathed a sigh of relief and climbed from under the bush, wincing as thorns clawed at his clothes and skin. "Ow!" he exclaimed as a sharp pain surged through his calf. He looked at his leg to see blood seeping through his pants leg in the shape of a slash.
Pippin glanced down further to see something glint in the sunshine. He leaned down, brushing away dirt to retrieve a funny shaped item. Holding the item close to him, he scurried from under the bush, standing and brushing himself off. "A lamp," he murmured, turning the item over in his hands. "What's that?" he mumbled as he used his shirt sleeve to brush away dirt. "It's some sort of elvish," he said, biting his lip as he feverishly rubbed his sleeve over the lamp.
Pippin shrieked as the lamp jumped to life, bouncing from his hands and landing on the ground with a loud clank and began billowing smoke through it's spout.
Frightened, yet intrigued, Pippin ducked behind a tree, peeking out to see what would happen next.
Pippin watched in amazement as the smoke subsided, revealing a gorgeous elf. This elf resembled his dear friend Legolas---the same golden silk hair, the smooth, creamy skin, and crystal blue eyes. "Legolas?" he asked cautiously, timidly stepping from behind the tree.
"No," the elf spoke, her voice sounding hollow to his ears.
"You're a woman?" he asked, quite surprised since she was a spitting image of his elf friend.
"Yes," the woman spoke. "I am Megolas, guardian of the lamp. That lamp holds great power, little one."
"Power??" Pippin squeaked, his mind instantly flashing to the one ring Frodo had been entrusted to. "No, thank you. I don't want anything to do with anything of power," he told her politely, backing away from her slowly as if she were an orc.
"But you freed me," Megolas argued. "I have been imprisoned to that lamp for thousands of years. You have freed me, little one, so I am in your debt."
"Debt?" he asked, quite confused.
"Yes. As guardian of the lamp, I hereby grand you three wishes for releasing me."
"Three wishes?" Pippin repeated, his brain slowly absorbing what he had just been told.
Megolas sighed heavily. "You are entitled to three wishes---anything your heart desires."
"Anything," Pippin grinned, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
What will Pippin wish for?? Is Megolas telling the truth?? STAY TUNED :)
Note: This is my very first attempt at a LOTR fanfic, so PLEASE be gentle lol
Disclaimer: I do not claim these LOTR characters as my own---they were created by JRR Tolkien, not me. I'm not publishing this, so I'm not getting paid for writing this. This idea was inspired by Jeanster
CHAPTER 1
"How many more times are we going to do this?!" Pippin Took exclaimed as he and Merry Bradybuck, their hands filled with carrots and cabbages, dashed through the crops of Farmer Maggot.
"This is the last time!" Merry called over his shoulder, briefly glancing back at his partner in crime.
"Why don't I believe you?" Pippin mumbled as the crops ended and a field of grass beheld them.
"Doesn't this....aaaahhhhh!" Merry exclaimed as he realized that if he kept going, he would run right off the cliff into the raging river below.
Being a quick thinker, Pippin slid to a stop, grabbing the collar of Merry's shirt and the two hobbits tumbled back onto the grass. "That was close, Mrry."
"Close indded," Merry nodded in agreement. He snapped his head around as the voice of Farmer Maggot bellowed through the tall corn stalks. "Let's split up---it'll be harder for them to catch us."
"You're right," Pippin nodded eagerly. "We'll meet back at Frodo's."
"Back at Frodo's," Merry replied before dashing off in the opposite direction.
Pippin scooped up his fallen vegetables and tucked them in his shirt tail, clutching them against him as he ran across the patches of grass, dirt, and tree roots. "Ahhh!" he cried as his toe caught on a tree root and he landed face first into a patch of clovers. "Oh no, oh no," he mumbled as his vegetables rolled in different directions.
Pippin scrambled to his feet and chased after the run-away vegetables. "One, two, three, four...oh no," he moaned, realizing that he was still a cabbage short. He set his vegetables against a tree and started scrounging around in the leaves and dirt.
Pippin froze as he heard a low hissing sound. He instantly darted under a nearby thistle bush and averted his eyes skyward. After making sure the skies were clear, he breathed a sigh of relief and climbed from under the bush, wincing as thorns clawed at his clothes and skin. "Ow!" he exclaimed as a sharp pain surged through his calf. He looked at his leg to see blood seeping through his pants leg in the shape of a slash.
Pippin glanced down further to see something glint in the sunshine. He leaned down, brushing away dirt to retrieve a funny shaped item. Holding the item close to him, he scurried from under the bush, standing and brushing himself off. "A lamp," he murmured, turning the item over in his hands. "What's that?" he mumbled as he used his shirt sleeve to brush away dirt. "It's some sort of elvish," he said, biting his lip as he feverishly rubbed his sleeve over the lamp.
Pippin shrieked as the lamp jumped to life, bouncing from his hands and landing on the ground with a loud clank and began billowing smoke through it's spout.
Frightened, yet intrigued, Pippin ducked behind a tree, peeking out to see what would happen next.
Pippin watched in amazement as the smoke subsided, revealing a gorgeous elf. This elf resembled his dear friend Legolas---the same golden silk hair, the smooth, creamy skin, and crystal blue eyes. "Legolas?" he asked cautiously, timidly stepping from behind the tree.
"No," the elf spoke, her voice sounding hollow to his ears.
"You're a woman?" he asked, quite surprised since she was a spitting image of his elf friend.
"Yes," the woman spoke. "I am Megolas, guardian of the lamp. That lamp holds great power, little one."
"Power??" Pippin squeaked, his mind instantly flashing to the one ring Frodo had been entrusted to. "No, thank you. I don't want anything to do with anything of power," he told her politely, backing away from her slowly as if she were an orc.
"But you freed me," Megolas argued. "I have been imprisoned to that lamp for thousands of years. You have freed me, little one, so I am in your debt."
"Debt?" he asked, quite confused.
"Yes. As guardian of the lamp, I hereby grand you three wishes for releasing me."
"Three wishes?" Pippin repeated, his brain slowly absorbing what he had just been told.
Megolas sighed heavily. "You are entitled to three wishes---anything your heart desires."
"Anything," Pippin grinned, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
What will Pippin wish for?? Is Megolas telling the truth?? STAY TUNED :)