"What?" Rashelle gasped. Pippin took her hand and held it tight.
"I want you to be my wife,"
"But, Frodo, Merry, and Sam,"
"Nothing will change I swear, just be with me,"
Rashelle shook her head and backed away from Pippin, taking her hand back.
"I-I don't know, I ha-have to talk to Mr. Frodo first," She went to go to the door as Pippin stood, when she saw there was someone there. Pippin hung his head in shame as Frodo entered the room.
"You said you wait," Frodo said disbelievingly.
"I-I couldn't cousin, Shelly needed me, it was the only thing I could- I am sorry, but I won't take it back," Pippin said firmly. Frodo looked at his cousin; he didn't know what to do. Rashelle walked to him and starred into his blue eyes.
"Master?" She knew there was something behind this. Gently Rashelle reached up touched Frodo's face. That blissful touch that made him close his eyes and sort out the jumble of thoughts in his head. "What is it?"
"Rashelle, it is nothing that you should have been dragged into," Frodo murmured and opened his eyes, capturing her red-brown ones. "Its just that, both Pippin and I want you to be your husband," Tears welled up in her eyes, confusion masked every feature on her face. "Shhh, it's not for you to decide right now,"
"Why not now?"
Everyone turned to the new voice that belonged to Foxburr. Pippin frowned at her. "If she decides now than we'll be able to get everyone back to normal, even her,"
Rashelle's eyes flashed, "What do you mean normal? I can never be normal! Do you know what it like to have a monster rip at flesh, take you without a care for own body!"
"If you mean Vemunt, I usually found him quite enjoyable, you're just weak. How you ever please these four I'll never know,"
Something Rashelle snapped. She broke from Frodo and lunched herself at the halfblood. Foxburr unprepared crumples under the hobbit's weight as she crashed on top of her. Rashelle struck Foxburr across the face and raised her hand to do more, when Pippin raced across the room and grabbed her around the waist. He dragged her off Foxburr with much difficulty and held her close and she struggled to get out of his grip.
Now Sam and Merry were up and standing at the door as Foxburr got to her feet.
"So that's how, I guess you answered my question," She smirked and Rashelle spat at the redhead.
"You little whore! You'll never know what it's like to love and be loved in return! What do you know of anything?" She demanded and that took the light out of Foxburr's eyes, leaving only a dangerous flame. Sam pushed Foxburr behind him and tried to calm the silver-toed girl.
"Now, Miss Rashelle, please, don't say such things, I'm sure this all a big misunderstanding,"
"Exactly, just calm down," Frodo agreed and reached out to touch her, but Rashelle turned in Pippin's arms.
"Fine, Master Baggins, I will calm down and I'll tell you my choice, " With that Rashelle kissed Pippin full on the lips. Frodo stood stunned, as Merry and Sam had no clue what was going on. Foxburr merely smiled although no one saw, and it was Pippin who was a mix of emotion.
Frodo gave his youngest cousin a defeated look and a weak smile.
"IF that's your choice, Rashelle, marriage will free you, you'll no longer be mine,"
"Marriage!?" Merry gasped but Frodo pushed past them and out the door. Merry starred at his cousin, "Pippin, what have you done?"
"Nothing, you wouldn't have done if you cared for her half as much as I," He retorted harshly and Merry gave a snort.
"Fine, fine by me, have fun you two," And he left, leaving Foxburr and Samwise.
A sudden loss hit Rashelle. What had she done?
"Miss Rashelle," Sam said moving toward her. " I don't know what this is all about, but I wish you well, call on me when you need me, but it is my master I must attend to now. Good-bye, Miss Rashelle, Master Peregrin," And then he with a smirking Foxburr left as well.
(A/N I really do apologize for my crappy writing and short chapters, but I'm having such a major case of writer's block. Please, let me know what you would like to see happen. I need ideas! SOB!)