Author's note: Well this the first chapter of my first fanfic! I'm not
really that great on the geography of the Shire, so please don't be too
critical on the matter. Apologies to anyone that is offended by the
transformation of Fatty and Folco into mean bullies. Merry is a bit nasty
too but this is all for the sake of the story and I don't mean anything by
it. He may realise the err of his ways... Anyway I better stop blabbing and
let you read the story. Enjoy!
I do not own Tolkien or any of his characters, I wish I did but sadly I don't.
Chapter 1
Merry sat on a rock, watching his younger cousin, Pippin, happily roll around in the meadow. Pippin squealed with delight. He was loved feeling of the golden grass tickling him all over. Merry rolled his eyes. He had been appointed the task of watching Pippin, for he was the "responsible, mature" older cousin. Yeah right! He hated this new chore. He was only 12 after all, still a young child by hobbit standards.
"I should be playing with the other hobbits, not sitting here watching this baby!" thought Merry angrily. He glared at Pippin, who was too busy chasing a butterfly to notice. Suddenly Merry heard voices approaching. He looked up to see Folco and Fatty, two hobbit boys, approaching.
Fatty, as his name suggested was a large boy with a waist like a barrel. His dark hair and eyes made all the hobbit-children fear him. Folco, although not as large as Fatty was also a bit on the chubby side. He was Fatty's sideman and was as much a bully as Fatty.
"Oh great, if they see me with this baby, I'll never hear the end of it." thought Merry. He looked around for a place to hide. Quickly he sprang into the bushes that surrounded the golden meadow. Merry watched as Folco and Fatty approached Pippin.
"Hey Shorty, what are you doing here all alone?" sneered Fatty. Folco let out his trademark dopey laugh. Pippin innocently glanced up, his hazel eyes twinkling.
"Oh no, I'm not alone," he said cheerfully. "My big cousin Merry is here somewhere." he said looking around. Merry slapped his forehead.
"No use hiding now." he thought.
Reluctantly, he stepped out of the bush, trying to look as casual as possible.
"The bush was uncomfortable anyway," he thought to himself.
As soon as Pippin saw him he ran to him.
"Here he is!" chirped Pippin happily, wrapping his little arms around Merry. Merry squirmed with discomfort.
"Awe, isn't that sweet," scoffed Fatty sarcastically. He turned to Folco, who immediately whipped the dopey grin on his face.
"Come on, we're leaving." He said to Folco. He then turned back to Merry. "We've got to tell everyone that Merry plays with babies," He let out an evil laughter and took off, with Folco trailing behind him.
Merry stood there for a second, trying to take in what had happened. Suddenly he realised that Pippin still had his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Pippin had his head, with all its little brown locks buried in Merry's chest. Everything that had been said just registered in his mind. Rage bubbled up inside him. This little brat had just cost him his reputation!
"Get off" he yelled, pushing Pippin so hard he fell backwards to the ground. The little hobbit's hazel eyes swelled up with tears.
"I...I'm sorry Big Cousin Merry." he said, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Merry looked at him. He looked so small and vulnerable in the tall golden grass. Maybe he was being too tough on him, after all, he was only four. He quickly shook his head, pushing the thoughts out of his head.
"What am I thinking, now everyone will tease me for playing with babies!" he thought. "And its all thanks to him!" he screamed. Pippin looked up, startled. Merry suddenly realised that he had spoken out loud.
"Come on we're leaving." He said coldly and started to walk up the hill to the path. Pippin immediately obeyed and followed.
As they walked, the sun started to set behind the distant hills of the Shire. This gave Buckland, with all its rolling hills, a beautiful orange hue. Even though he was young and didn't really care for the scenery, Merry couldn't help but admire the Shire- his home.
The oak and birch trees were still. Only the slight movement of a squirrel or bird would disturb their serenity. He never usually took the time to inspect the trees. Only now did he realise the beautiful shades of brown and green, mixed in with the orange the sunset was casting upon it. The water in the Brandywine was calm, but Merry could see the life that lived within its depths. Little fish darted here and there. Occasionally a carp would come and destroy their routine.
"I wish I could catch that carp!" thought Merry. He longed to go fishing, to dip his feet in the cool water. He couldn't now that he had "responsibility". His mother thought that just because he was 12, he was old enough to care for his young cousin, Pippin. Ever since Aunt Eglantine got sick, he had to take Pippin out more and more.
Pippin! He remembered the task he had to complete- returning his young cousin safely to his home in Tuckborough.
"It's not far now," he thought to himself. "As soon as I get rid of this burden, I can get back home and go fishing!" A smile spread across his face.
"Go on slowpoke! I'll race you!" yelled Merry as he sprang into a quick trot.
Pippin looked up quickly and smiled. He wouldn't question Merry's kindness, not after what just happened. Happily, he chased his cousin down the path.
I do not own Tolkien or any of his characters, I wish I did but sadly I don't.
Chapter 1
Merry sat on a rock, watching his younger cousin, Pippin, happily roll around in the meadow. Pippin squealed with delight. He was loved feeling of the golden grass tickling him all over. Merry rolled his eyes. He had been appointed the task of watching Pippin, for he was the "responsible, mature" older cousin. Yeah right! He hated this new chore. He was only 12 after all, still a young child by hobbit standards.
"I should be playing with the other hobbits, not sitting here watching this baby!" thought Merry angrily. He glared at Pippin, who was too busy chasing a butterfly to notice. Suddenly Merry heard voices approaching. He looked up to see Folco and Fatty, two hobbit boys, approaching.
Fatty, as his name suggested was a large boy with a waist like a barrel. His dark hair and eyes made all the hobbit-children fear him. Folco, although not as large as Fatty was also a bit on the chubby side. He was Fatty's sideman and was as much a bully as Fatty.
"Oh great, if they see me with this baby, I'll never hear the end of it." thought Merry. He looked around for a place to hide. Quickly he sprang into the bushes that surrounded the golden meadow. Merry watched as Folco and Fatty approached Pippin.
"Hey Shorty, what are you doing here all alone?" sneered Fatty. Folco let out his trademark dopey laugh. Pippin innocently glanced up, his hazel eyes twinkling.
"Oh no, I'm not alone," he said cheerfully. "My big cousin Merry is here somewhere." he said looking around. Merry slapped his forehead.
"No use hiding now." he thought.
Reluctantly, he stepped out of the bush, trying to look as casual as possible.
"The bush was uncomfortable anyway," he thought to himself.
As soon as Pippin saw him he ran to him.
"Here he is!" chirped Pippin happily, wrapping his little arms around Merry. Merry squirmed with discomfort.
"Awe, isn't that sweet," scoffed Fatty sarcastically. He turned to Folco, who immediately whipped the dopey grin on his face.
"Come on, we're leaving." He said to Folco. He then turned back to Merry. "We've got to tell everyone that Merry plays with babies," He let out an evil laughter and took off, with Folco trailing behind him.
Merry stood there for a second, trying to take in what had happened. Suddenly he realised that Pippin still had his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Pippin had his head, with all its little brown locks buried in Merry's chest. Everything that had been said just registered in his mind. Rage bubbled up inside him. This little brat had just cost him his reputation!
"Get off" he yelled, pushing Pippin so hard he fell backwards to the ground. The little hobbit's hazel eyes swelled up with tears.
"I...I'm sorry Big Cousin Merry." he said, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Merry looked at him. He looked so small and vulnerable in the tall golden grass. Maybe he was being too tough on him, after all, he was only four. He quickly shook his head, pushing the thoughts out of his head.
"What am I thinking, now everyone will tease me for playing with babies!" he thought. "And its all thanks to him!" he screamed. Pippin looked up, startled. Merry suddenly realised that he had spoken out loud.
"Come on we're leaving." He said coldly and started to walk up the hill to the path. Pippin immediately obeyed and followed.
As they walked, the sun started to set behind the distant hills of the Shire. This gave Buckland, with all its rolling hills, a beautiful orange hue. Even though he was young and didn't really care for the scenery, Merry couldn't help but admire the Shire- his home.
The oak and birch trees were still. Only the slight movement of a squirrel or bird would disturb their serenity. He never usually took the time to inspect the trees. Only now did he realise the beautiful shades of brown and green, mixed in with the orange the sunset was casting upon it. The water in the Brandywine was calm, but Merry could see the life that lived within its depths. Little fish darted here and there. Occasionally a carp would come and destroy their routine.
"I wish I could catch that carp!" thought Merry. He longed to go fishing, to dip his feet in the cool water. He couldn't now that he had "responsibility". His mother thought that just because he was 12, he was old enough to care for his young cousin, Pippin. Ever since Aunt Eglantine got sick, he had to take Pippin out more and more.
Pippin! He remembered the task he had to complete- returning his young cousin safely to his home in Tuckborough.
"It's not far now," he thought to himself. "As soon as I get rid of this burden, I can get back home and go fishing!" A smile spread across his face.
"Go on slowpoke! I'll race you!" yelled Merry as he sprang into a quick trot.
Pippin looked up quickly and smiled. He wouldn't question Merry's kindness, not after what just happened. Happily, he chased his cousin down the path.