My story takes place in Middle Earth of course. But there's one twist, (ok, maybe it's all twisted…) (Ok I'll give you a hint, a very popular anime character) meets Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took.

"Ok," said Merry. "I'm ready!" Pippin came at him with a swing at his head. Merry seemed able to block all of Pip's attacks. The clanging of their weapons echoed throughout the fields and hills of The Shire. Finally, Pippin struck Merry's sword and found a moment to raise his own to Merry's neck. "I win again, said Pippin. Ha! Two out of three…now you have to clean my clothes for me! And trust me, if it wasn't for drinking too many pints and the bar two nights past, they wouldn't be too bad!"
"That's not fair!" Meriadoc grumbled! "You have a lighter sword than I do, and plus, you're younger and fitter! You have an unfair advantage. Get your ma to clean them! Yuck! What would King Elessar (Aragorn) say if he saw how you treat me? Injustice! This sickens me!" Hmph.
Pippin simply laughed insanely! "So what! My clothes will sicken you worse! You just can't admit that I am a better fighter than you are! Besides, that new sword you got is too big and it looks stupid on you anyhow!"
Merry grumbled. "Not as stupid as your face! Get a fix Pippin, sheesh!"
Pippin laughed and started once again to mock in a singing fashion.
"Merry Merry quite contrary,
Can't even block my blow!
He's not old,
But I've been told!
He can't even fight his foe" Pippin started skipping and pointing. Merry flushed with anger. How could I let this little nuisance tag along for this patrolling The Shire's borders? He thought.
"Oh shut up Pippin…" They started walking back to their burrows as Merry started pondering a good comeback for his curly haired friend. Merry walked looking at the ground, stopped, picked something up and shouted "think fast!" A large horse terd landed right in Pippin's face! Splat "Ha, too slow … uh… er… you big fat toe! Ha! Take that rhyme!" Said Merry, smiling. Then all of a sudden…
"Pippin, Pippin,
Keep on skippin',
Cuz I'll give you a smelly lickin'
It's green or brown,
Find it all around,
On your face it's stickin' stickin' stickin!" Then …splat!… again with the poo!
Hahahahaha You smelly Took!"
Pip wiped the shit off his face, but decided not to retaliate, since he was after all a better fighter than Merry plus, despite Merry's insults, he did have a better looking face (and that's no shit!). Pippin remembered the days, before their big adventures in Gondor and Rohan, when they used to always have their "poo wars". Besides, Sam Gamgee was always asking for some manure for his gardening; it was always around. Now a day, they never had time for such things. They were usually too busy trying to rebuild parts of The Shire of chase of the last of those terrible people.
"We better hurry you silly Took!" Said Merry "The day is getting late"
A young voice from behind them said "A toque? Hey I have one of those at home! It's cool. Doesn't fit over my hair, though."
The hobbits, who were very alarmed but curious (which is natural for these creatures), turned to see a young boy… dark spiky hair, strange features, very short…
"Who are you and why are you following us?" Yelled Merry, who, increasing in h.m.s. levels (hobbit malicious syndrome), was glowing red.
"Calm down Merry, please. You're starting to resemble a beet. Don't blow a gasket!"
"Hey, ding-dong! REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME THERE WERE 'STRANGERS' ABOUT?" Merry took a deep breath.. and more calmly said… "besides I don't think you know what a gasket is."
"Do you?" Said Pippin
Merry didn't answer. The boy just stared.
"Yes, well…" Merry said shrugging and looking back to the boy, "You'd better get home, or wherever you're staying, The Shire isn't the way it was; still not safe at night in places." Said the hairy little hobbit with a yawn. "Don't get into mischief either, stranger. We folk here are suspicious of newcomers. We'll be watching you; our eyes are everywhere!"
"Ew" said the boy. "Ack! Are you an alien?"
The hobbits ignored the strange kid and continued on their way. It was already dark out. What a waste of time they thought.
"Smoke some weed and maybe it'll clear your head, Merry" Pippin soon suggested.
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For hobbits, weed is tobacco…
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"Marijuana is illegal!" said the boy who was following "Don't you know that! I'll tell daddy on you, when I find him!"
"…Mar-a-wan-a?…" Merry and Pippin said looking both puzzled and annoyed.
"Weed, pot, bud, Maryjane. Y'know that green stuff. Are you guys dumb-asses or what?" Said the boy mockingly.
"Merry-who?!…Hey weed isn't green and what does a pot have to do with it?" Asked Merry, as he tried to walk faster.
"You are a DUMB ASSSS!! Muahahahaha! (evil insane laugh)"
Pippin wrinkled his forehead in bewilderment repeating the boy's words…
"d-duuumb assss?" Meanwhile, the boy was still laughing, now on the ground holding his sides. His face was now as red as Merry's. "Oh I get it!" said Pip "a donkey that can't speak right? Wow, I'm gonna remember that one. Ha!"
This comment only enforced the boy's laughter.
"Come, let us depart. He is mocking us!"

Hey this is my first fic. I hope it'll improve (and that I can refrain from involving any cannibalistic elves…) Find out in the next chapter who the boy is…