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The Ten Commandments of Rule Breaking
Prologue
"Right," said Merry, as he rolled out the makeshift map on the table. "In three days we leave for Rivendell for Mister Bilbo's one hundred and...and... and... and whatever birthday party. We will be staying there for ten days, so we have that amount of time to cause utter chaos at Lord Elrond's expense!"
Pippin looked doubtfully at the map Merry had prepared. "What is that supposed to be?"
Merry frowned at him. "Rivendell, Imladris, the Last Homely House, you know!"
"It looks like a lot of old squiggles," Pippin replied, trying to keep a straight face.
"Fine! Forget about the map!" he cried, brushing it off the table. "The point is, this is a perfect trouble making opportunity, my dear cousin, and we can not let it pass without giving it a second thought!"
"Got any ideas then?" said Pippin hopefully, the flicker of a smile spreading across his face.
"A few," said Merry smirking.
"Like... fireworks!"
"Not quite what I had in mind. What if we....."
"How did you get down here?" Frodo had just walked into their hiding place, which just so happened to be the cellar of Bag End. "You could just go to the Green Dragon if you wanted a drink, you don't always have to come down here and steal my wine!"
"As a matter of fact, we are not stealing your alcohol, this time anyway. I was merely instructing our young cousin to be on his best behaviour when we go to your Uncle Bilbo's birthday party."
"And you are doing this in my cellar because..." said Frodo, unconvinced. Merry's mouth opened and shut several times, but no sound was produced.
"Will there ever be a day when I have reason to believe you?" said an exasperated Frodo. "So if you're finished lecturing Pippin, Merry, I suggest that you both come upstairs with me and have a glass of whatever non-alcoholic beverage you desire."
Merry sighed. "We'd love to, Frodo, but we have a lot to prepare before we leave for Rivendell. So, we must be leaving. Good day to you," he said before walking past Frodo, up the steps, and out the door of Bag End, with Pippin close behind.
"Merry!" whispered Pippin, as they strode down Sharkey's End. "Do you reckon we should have told him about the tunnel we've been building under the floorboards?"
"No!" Merry muttered urgently. "He'd only fill it in, and I'm not surrendering my midnight tonic to Frodo just because of a hole in the ground!"
Meanwhile, Frodo was making a couple of mental notes. One; to check the cellar thoroughly. And two; remind Elrond, when they got to Rivendell, what a couple of pranksters Merry and Pippin are.
A.N. Don't worry, it will get better! Please review! Sweetdeath04
& Thorney
The Ten Commandments of Rule Breaking
Prologue
"Right," said Merry, as he rolled out the makeshift map on the table. "In three days we leave for Rivendell for Mister Bilbo's one hundred and...and... and... and whatever birthday party. We will be staying there for ten days, so we have that amount of time to cause utter chaos at Lord Elrond's expense!"
Pippin looked doubtfully at the map Merry had prepared. "What is that supposed to be?"
Merry frowned at him. "Rivendell, Imladris, the Last Homely House, you know!"
"It looks like a lot of old squiggles," Pippin replied, trying to keep a straight face.
"Fine! Forget about the map!" he cried, brushing it off the table. "The point is, this is a perfect trouble making opportunity, my dear cousin, and we can not let it pass without giving it a second thought!"
"Got any ideas then?" said Pippin hopefully, the flicker of a smile spreading across his face.
"A few," said Merry smirking.
"Like... fireworks!"
"Not quite what I had in mind. What if we....."
"How did you get down here?" Frodo had just walked into their hiding place, which just so happened to be the cellar of Bag End. "You could just go to the Green Dragon if you wanted a drink, you don't always have to come down here and steal my wine!"
"As a matter of fact, we are not stealing your alcohol, this time anyway. I was merely instructing our young cousin to be on his best behaviour when we go to your Uncle Bilbo's birthday party."
"And you are doing this in my cellar because..." said Frodo, unconvinced. Merry's mouth opened and shut several times, but no sound was produced.
"Will there ever be a day when I have reason to believe you?" said an exasperated Frodo. "So if you're finished lecturing Pippin, Merry, I suggest that you both come upstairs with me and have a glass of whatever non-alcoholic beverage you desire."
Merry sighed. "We'd love to, Frodo, but we have a lot to prepare before we leave for Rivendell. So, we must be leaving. Good day to you," he said before walking past Frodo, up the steps, and out the door of Bag End, with Pippin close behind.
"Merry!" whispered Pippin, as they strode down Sharkey's End. "Do you reckon we should have told him about the tunnel we've been building under the floorboards?"
"No!" Merry muttered urgently. "He'd only fill it in, and I'm not surrendering my midnight tonic to Frodo just because of a hole in the ground!"
Meanwhile, Frodo was making a couple of mental notes. One; to check the cellar thoroughly. And two; remind Elrond, when they got to Rivendell, what a couple of pranksters Merry and Pippin are.
A.N. Don't worry, it will get better! Please review! Sweetdeath04
& Thorney