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"A year since Bilbo disappeared," Merry chuckled. "Seems like months ago."

"Almost," I corrected him, "a few weeks to go until September."

Merry pulled a face. "Same thing."

I rolled my eyes.

A year had almost (as I stated correctly to Merry) passed since Bilbo's birthday party, and the disappearance.

"Where are we meeting Pippin again?" I asked, looking at Merry as he brought out his pipe and popped it in his mouth.

"Well," Merry said, after releasing a light cloud of smoke. "After he finishes his Thainson studies." He added with mockery.

"They say he is to be Thain on day," I pointed out. "He needs to learn some things."

"Pip?" Merry asked, outraged. "Learn? Pippin hasn't learnt anything in his life apart from stupidity!"

I wondered if I was to reply to that, but decided against it.

"Ah!" Merry said joyfully, spotting the figure draw towards us. He instantly hid his pipe and bounded to his feet, running towards his cousin.

I smiled, seeing them so happy together, and raced up to them.

"How was Thain-?" Merry started, before receiving a lock between my elbow and his stomach.

"What Merry is trying to say, is how were studies?"

Pippin shook his head, showing a cute, young look on his face.

"Name a time when studies are interesting and fun."

"All the times with Bilbo."

Silence dropped upon us, unwanted on the day with the sun conspicuously overlooking the land.

"I can't believe that he really left." Pippin said quietly.

"You know Bilbo, he's so queer."

"That's nasty, Merry. Bilbo is not queer!"

"He's just like Frodo."

"Yeah," Pippin said, "Frodo is quite odd."

I felt my stomach turn into knots and anger wake. "Frodo is not odd."

"No," Merry said, smirking. "He's the best guy in the world – according to you."

"Shut up," I scoffed, hoping the pink tinge across my face wouldn't show like dark pencil on white paper.

"Don't deny it," Merry said. "You really like him."

"I know," I said, "I like him like I like you!"

The cousins swapped glances with their mischievous looks.

"What we are saying is…" Pippin said, looking as though he were trying not to explode with the giggles. He bit his lip and looked at Merry who did likewise. "Umm…"

I glared at them, throwing the ice right into their faces.

"I didn't – you didn't honestly think…"

They smirked but received no warm feelings in return.

"I hate you."

They shrugged. Then Merry smiled with more pleasure than before.

"We're also wondering if…" he started. "That you wanted to come to Farmer Maggot's with us."

"What? Now?"

"No…in a few weeks."

I raised my eyebrows and cocked my head to one side, mystified.

"Why?"

They exchanged their glimpses of theirs.

"Well…"

"Fine," I interrupted, scowling. But soon my lips slowly turned upwards. "I'll go."

A week or two had passed, and the ends of night, most Hobbit lads spent their time in Bywater, in the Green Dragon.

Everyone was, yet again, staring at Merry, Pip and I, standing on the table.

Hey! Ho! To the bottle I go.

I cheered aloud when I saw Frodo, taking four or five drinks from Rosie, who was grinning behind the counter, and skipping around our table, singing along.

To heal my heart and drown my woe.

Rain may fall and wind may blow,

But their still be many miles to go.

Pippin and Merry started drumming their feet against the table, addressing each other as well as me.

Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,

And the stream that falls from hill to plain.

Better than rain or rippling brook…

Everyone in the pub remained silent, hanging onto our words with glee as Pippin and I, screamed by ourselves:

Is a mug of beer inside these Tooks!

The whole pub was then drowned with cheering and laughter. I clapped as us three Hobbits leapt up the table: Merry, making a drunken cheer, Pippin, skipping with joy, and I, jumping off the table so extravagantly, that when I hit the ground, the impact swept me off my feet.

My head hit the table, and I remember vomiting before Merry catching me in his arms.

"You need to stop falling all the time," he said, the grin in his voice.

I abruptly pushed him away from me, standing up and looking at him defiantly.

"You need to stop catching me when I fall," I shot back, sticking my tongue out.

"I've had enough for the night," I said, to Pippin and Merry. "I'm just going to go home. I'm tired."

Pip nodded, I think unaware of it, the alcoholic fumes letting out as he burped. Making a face, I left without another note.

When I reached home, I dreaded about Ma, and what she was thinking about me going to the Green Dragon.

I slowly opened the door, hoping not to wake her or startle her, if she was awake. Inaudibly, I ran into my room, slipping under the quilt, staring at the thick darkness.

Thanks for reading! Although, this week, I'm going to England for holiday, and I won't be getting any FanFiction. And then, when I come home, it's time to go back to school (I think I'm going to die). So, I'll try to squeeze time through homework time to try to get onto this.