Peregrinisms
Summary: A number of small Pippin drabbles, ranging from birth to the inevitable, in no specific order. Chapter One: Some Things
Author's Note: Just a place to post my little drabbles, all Pippin-centric, with appearances from many others. Please feel free to r&r.
I do not own Tolkien or any of the following characters or places.
Chapter One: Some ThingsYear 1398. Pippin 8, Merry 16
"Merry, it's not fair!" Groaning inwardly, Merry lifted himself up to sit cross-legged upon his warm, heavily blanketed bed. Pippin stood there wearing a disgruntled expression, hands folded across his chest. Rubbing his eyes, he did not fail to notice the dimness of the room, or the utter silence from the rest of the Hall. It was too early for this.
"Pray tell, what's not fair?"
"Doderic won't let me come with him to feed the farm aminals!"
"Animals, Pip, and so what? It's not even light yet: use the time properly, and go back to sleep."
"I said animals. But Merry, I was already awake. I just wanted to go with him, but he got mad and said I couldn't."
"Why not?" asked Merry reluctantly, not really awake enough to care about the answer.
"He said that last time I went, I was being stupid, and got him into trouble." Merry blinked.
"Last time? What did you do last time you went with him?"
"Nothing. I just helped him to feed them. He said I wasn't feeding them right."
"And how were you feeding them?" Pippin shrugged in confusion.
"Well, Doderic wanted me to feed the old bull some hay, but I didn't think it would like the hay. Eating the same thing everyday must get boring. I wouldn't want to eat bacon everyday." Merry raised his eyebrows at the last comment, but felt somehow that he knew where the story was going. It wasn't a good place.
"Don't tell me, Pip: you didn't give the bull hay to eat?"
"Of course not. I thought it would rather something nicer. So I ran back and got some of the seedcakes from the kitchen." Merry moaned.
"You didn't?" Pippin frowned at him.
"I just told you I did, Merry. Anyway, I gave the bull some of them, but then Doderic ran back to me and yelled. He climbed into the paddock and took them back, and then his da saw him, and he got into trouble." Merry shook his head slowly.
"Pippin, bulls are not supposed to eat hobbit food."
"But you don't know that, Mer."
"Well you don't know that it doesn't like hay. Why in the Shire would you give a bull seedcake?" Pippin looked at him as if the answer was obvious.
"I just know that it would have wanted to at least try it."
"Argh!" groaned Merry, throwing himself face down upon his bed. "Pippin, you don't know anything."
Pippin's eyes were suddenly awash with unshed tears, and he approached the bed tentatively, gripping the mattress tightly with his small fingers.
"Mer? Mer I do so know some things." He said in a quavering voice. Merry sighed. That hadn't been his meaning at all.
"Like what, Pip?"
"Well… I know you're my bestest friend in the whole Shire." He offered quietly, sniffling. Slowly a smile formed upon Merry's face, and he sat up, turning to hold his arms wide. In an instant, he had an armful of warm Pippin; the young hobbit's face buried in his shoulder.
"You're my bestest friend too, Pip." Merry whispered.