Disclaimer: I don't own the Lord of the Rings (duh!)

A/N: just a story where Frodo accidentally poisons Pippin and..well, things happen. BTW, male Frodo is weird so I have changed him into a girl due to the intense torture I have made him go through in In the Darkness.

Chapter One: Poisoned Mushrooms

"Frodo?"

"Mmm?" she hummed, not looking up from her novel.

"I'm hungry."

"...I don't have anything for you."

"Yes you do." Pippin argued. "that packet with that strange..."

"That was a raw sausage pack." Frodo said bluntly.

"But I'm hungry!"

"Then you'll just have to wait patiently until Sam and Merry get back."

"Why don't you cook? Girls should know how." Pippin just wouldn't stop pestering her.

"Pippin, Sam and Merry went to collect firewood." Frodo tried to say as calmly as she could when all she really wanted to do was whack him on the head with her book. Seriously, was there even a brain in there?!

"I can't wait that long," Pippin whined like a puppy.

Frodo sighed and began to reach towards her pack. Pippin's eyes lit up. "You can't have any sausages now, no doubt, but I might have something else...a sandwich or two..." she frowned in confusion when her hands came out empty.

"But I packed..." she started to say, when Pippin pulled her to her feet and dragged her towards the opposite of the way they had come. Frodo smiled sympathetically as she heard the youngest Took's stomach rumbling. So he really was that hungry.

They walked for a long bit until they saw some mushrooms growing on the side of the bushes. They looked very strange and she was worried they might be poisonous and...

Too late.

Pippin was already digging into the small feast. Frodo eyed him anxiously. Nothing seemed to be wrong and anyway, Aragorn wouldn't allow them to go anywhere that had anything poisonous. Right?

She was about to pick a few mushrooms to take back to camp, but Sam's voice stopped her, alarmed.

"Miss Frodo!"

She turned around. Sam and Merry had just emerged the clearing, worry evident on their faces.

"Where were you?" the latter demanded. "We've been worried sick!"

"Oh... Pippin was hungry -"

Merry was cut off as his best friend seized a purple berry from the next bush - Frodo was all for calling it a very big ball - and hurled it right at his face. It hit his nose and burst, covering poor Merry's face with fruity liquid.

"Cheeky bastard!" he said in mock annoyance. Pippin just laughed and aimed another berry at him, and it hit it's mark with a little splash.

"Cheeky little bastard!" Merry repeated, as if he couldn't believe his cousin had just thrown a piece of food at him so playfully. Well, that's Pippin for you.

"Whatever, you do, don't ever eat anything in these bushes," Sam warned her in a frightened hiss, while Merry and Pippin continued to splatter each other with fruit.

"Sure," Frodo replied with a smile, only half-listening as she watched the scene before her happily.