A/N: So...this basically came out of nowhere. Most of my random stories come out of nowhere...I saw the word 'Mellon' and...er...this came out...
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR.
Summary: Pippin gets two words confused with each other...
Melon or Mellon?
The Fellowship had arrived at Moria. The entire aura of the place inspired fear in almost everybody in the group, except for one very ignorant Hobbit who still wasn't quite sure what their whole mission/quest/thing was about.
The very ignorant Hobbit which I speak of was, of course, none other than the famous...or, rather, infamous, Peregrin Took, called Pippin by all.
Pippin was, at present, daydreaming about a feast while throwing rocks into a very scary looking pool. He could almost taste the piping hot meat, dripping with fat, the fresh vegetables, the cakes. These uncivilized Elves and Men and that one Wizard had no idea about how important Hobbit's eating habits were to them. Breakfast, second breakfast, with a pipe in between, well, it was practically sacrilegious to miss that. And elevensies...how he missed elevensies! Lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, a good smoke...
Ignorant though he was, Pippin was very set in his ways, and so far all this Quest had done for him was completely throw him off of his sleeping, eating, and smoking habits. Not to mention how much he was missing his drinks from the Green Dragon...
"Hey, Pip,"
Pippin heard the voice of his friend and relative, Merry, and it took him away from his wonderful daydreams.
Merry came to stand near him and began throwing rocks too.
"You know, Merry," Pippin whispered,(for it seemed eerie to speak in a loud voice in such a place) "I was just thinking about all the good meals we used to have back home. I sure do miss it."
"Yes, well..." Merry trailed off before forming a complete reply.
Then, Pippin heard a word that made his ears perk up.
"Did somebody say 'melon'?" He asked, while the rest of the group crowded around some open door. "I would give just about anything for a good piece of melon."
"He didn't say 'melon', Pippin! He said 'mellon'. It's the Elvish word for friend." Frodo replied.
"Oh..." Pippin's face fell. He went to gather his things, as everybody was filing into the doorway.
"Look!" He said randomly. "A sword!"
Everybody turned for a split second to look at him, then rolled their eyes and trudged forth, into that dark deepness known as Moria...and poor, hungry Pippin followed behind, dragging his feet and thinking about melon.
A/N: I think I could've done this better, but as it's just a short little thing, I'm not going to work on it for days and perfect it...