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Dedication: To my best friend, with whom I can be whoever I want to be! Even a hyper freak!
"Nothing exciting ever happens around here!" yelled Merry, throwing himself on an embankment next to a stream. Pippin dropped from the tree that he had been climbing, sat, thenstared at his cousin and best friend.

"What do you mean?" asked Pippin, plucking a reed and chewing on the end, dipping his feet into the stream.

"Why can't we go on adventures like in Bilbo's stories? With lost treasure, battles, and danger? It's too safe here, I'm bored!" He pounded the ground, frustrated and furious. "The closest thing to an adventure was when Minto fell off the Buckleberry Ferry. He thought he was drowning and all he was doing was floundering in the shallows were some kids were playing." He stood up and paced. "Why doesn't anything ever exciting ever happen?"

I studied the pamphlet on the stuff about the village of Hobbitton. I was in New Zealand, and my mom was so exciting about seeing this attraction because she had been a fan of the books when she had been in Junior High, and she wanted us to enjoy it. Tim and Archie were chasing each other through the streets of the fake town. Roger was staring at a jet that was flying overhead. I wandered down a lane while Mom was talking with Dad about what to do next. Did we want to go back to the hotel, or go out for dinner? (They served dinner at the hotel. Depended on what the night was, like Italian or Spanish.)

The lane turned out to go into a small corpse of trees. I walked in the shade and flopped down next to a broad stream. It was so quiet, so peaceful. At last, I was away from my screaming brothers. I noticed a plant that I had never seen before. I took out a pair of scissors, and took a sampling of it's leaves and a blossom. Mom would probably know what it was. When I looked up again, a boy appeared. It was the weirdest thing. At first he wasn't there, then he was. He was sitting on the ground and looked annoyed about something. He blinked, then when he spotted me, he yelped with shock and shot backwards. I raised my eyebrows.

"Who are you? And...and where'd you come from? Where's Pippin?" He started to sound panicked. His head whipped around and he started to mumble something.

I stood up, crossed my arms and stared at him. Slowly, he stopped. He stood as well, and I noticed that he was kinda blurry around the edges, like a bad photograph. He was just about a few inches shorter than me, had reddish-brown-blond hair and he had a friendly look on his face.

"Are you lost?" I signed, concerned.

"Huh?" he said, staring at me as if I was completely crazy. I rolled my eyes. Another idiot who didn't understand the way I talked. I took out a pad of paper and a pen. "Are you lost?" I wrote, showing it to him.

"Oh, no. At least I don't think so. Where am I?"

Sarcastically, I wrote, "Hobbiton."

"I knew it! What are you doing here?"

"That's my line. You appeared out of no-where. Who are you?"

"Meriadoc Brandybuck. But my friends call me Merry." There was silence for a few seconds, and I started to laugh, silently. It must have looked like I was having a fit, because Meriadoc cried out.

"Are you alright?"

"Of course I'm alright, 'Mary'. What a silly name! I was laughing!"

"It's not M-A-R-Y. It's M-E-R-R-Y." he replied, looking very annoyed. I snorted.

"Merry? O-kay. Are you here on vacation, or do you live here?"

"I don't actually live here, Frodo does. I live in-"

"HEATHER!" I heard Archie scream. "WHERE ARE YOU? WE'RE LEAVIN'!" I took a whistle from around my neck and blew on it hard. Merry covered his ears as the piercing blast echoed through the grove. I turned to him and smiled. He appeared not to see me. I shrugged. I dashed off in the direction from whence I had come.

"Merry? Merry? Merry, are you alright?" Pippin asked, shaking his cousin's shoulder. Merry jerked awake, he sat up, looking all around.

"Huh? Wha-? Oh, it's you. Where'd that girl go?"

"Girl? What girl? There's no girl. It's almost twilight and we're both still here. We must have fallen asleep." Pippin said, slightly confused about his cousin's strange behavior.

"I guess it was just a dream..."Merry said, standing up.

"Well, tell me about it! Was she cute, what happened and-"

"Alright! Alright!" Merry shouted, throwing his hands up and admitting defeat. "She was a few inches taller than me, she had reddish hair, grey eyes, and she was wearing dark blue pants and a purple shirt. She carried a satchel that she kept a pad of paper and a pen in. She couldn't speak and at first tried to use hand-signals to communicate, but eventually she went to writing."

Pippin stared at him for a few seconds. "Okay then..."

"You asked!" he yelled, punching him on the shoulder and dashing away. Pippin chased after him.

They set off for Hobbiton at a run, eager to make it to their cousin's house for dinner.

Our car pulled up to the hotel, just as it was getting dark. Archie and Timothy were the first ones out. They dashed into the hotel, where we lost sight of them.(Mom and Dad had given them their own room-keys as they were prone to vanish one minute and pop up the next.)

Roger lumbered out of the car, and I followed. We walked across the parking lot in silence. When we reached the revolving door, he stopped.

"Heather, is everythin' ok? You're too quiet for my liking."

I quickly whipped out the signs for, "I'm fine, just a little bit tired."

"Mmm-hmm." he said, nodding sagely. I glared at him and stomped into the hotel. He made me so mad sometimes just because he thought he was so smart...argh! I entered the elevator after a woman with at least ten shopping bags and pressed the button for the sixth floor. The woman got off at the third floor and I had the elevator to myself. I listened to the music that was floating on the air in the elevator, and sighed. Who had that boy been? He was dressed like one of the tour guides, yet it seemed authentic on him. Plus...he was kinda cute. The doors "binged" open and I stepped into the hallway.

Archie and Tim were trying to perfect a midair somersaults in the hallway. Which resulted in their crashing into walls. I rolled my eyes again, as a man threw open the door to his room and yelled at my brothers. I just walked up to our room, then opened the door with the key. The twin terrors were inside before I knew it.

"HEY," yelled the man, coming up behind me. "GET BACK HERE YOU-"

"Listen," I signed. "Leave them alone. They don't mean any harm." He glared at me, then stomped off, totally weirded out. I rubbed my eyes and entered my room, totally tired. As I collasped on my bed, with my kid brothers bouncing off the walls around me, I thought again about the boy. Who was he? Well, I knew his name was Merry, but who names their kid after an emotion? Sure, I'd heard of people naming their kids after fruit, but...emotions?

Just then, Mom walked in, followed by Dad. They flung their day stuff on a table and started to freshen up for dinner. "We're eating in the downstairs resturant." Mom informed us.

"What's tonight?" asked Archie, barely managing to sit still for the second that it took for him to ask.

"Japanese!" said Mom excitedly. "I'm really looking forward to the sushi bar!" As we got ready for a sushi dinner, this afternoon's events seemed so far away. Who had that boy been? And when I thought of him, why did my heart thump?