(A/N Thanks so much for the idea June, it really helped me out a lot and Random Hobbit Lover. . . umm. . . I'll get back to you *LOL* Enjoy! )

The night went on without contact from the others and the same with the next day and the next till the day of the departing feast. None of the hobbits were in good spirits and this even dragged on the elves merry tails.

Only Foxburr seemed to glow with happiness, snug between Frodo and Sam.

Rashelle sat between Pippin and a sour faced elven maid who was Merry's escort, but Merry was only interested in the bottom of his goblet.

Pippin was sorely sorry about the turn of events and he tried to apologize to his cousins, but they merely ignored him. Only Sam has forgiven him and even congratulated them on their marriage offering to grow any flowers they would need.

"So, Peregrin, marriage, I'm quite proud of you," Bilbo said from his place beside Sam. Although the old hobbit smiled fondly no one missed the sad look in his eyes.

"Thank you, Bilbo, it means much to us," Pippin said and hugged Rashelle close.

She gently nuzzled his ear and kissed his cheek. "You look lovely," Pippin murmured.

Her painted lips turned into a small smiled, "Thanks, Pip,"

Elrond beamed at their timid affection and asked, "Where will the ceremony take place?"

"I would like to have it in Gondor, but Rashelle wants it in the Shire. We really aren't quite sure," He could feel his cousins' eyes smothering him as he spoke.

"Why not stay and have the wedding here, such an event would bring such joy to my people,"

Pippin could only smile politely and hoped the subject would change soon as he felt Rashelle shift uncomfortably beside him. He opened to his mouth to answer the elvish lord, but it was Frodo who spoke.

"Yes, Pippin, why not stay here? You only stole my wife, why not the wedding plans as well?" Sam hissed something in his master's ear as Foxburr clutched Frodo's arm. Pippin met his cousin's icy stare.

"I did not steal anything, we both offered and she chose me. Put your anger else where," Pippin turned to Elrond. "Thank you though, Master Elrond, for your generous offer, but I was thinking of spending the honeymoon here,"

"Splendid!" Elrond beamed when Merry let out a snort, thumping his goblet down.

"Honeymoon?" He chortled. "You mean you're actually going to go through with that when you've already – no, wait," He met Pippin's eyes, "now that I think of it, when all of us bedded together, you never did get any did you?"

Pippin bit his tongue, obvious that Merry was drunk, but the damage was done. Rashelle went pink from her crown to her wooly toes.

"How dare you! I've never been so insulted, Meriadoc Brandybuck!"

Merry leaned back and laughed, "Well, you're right, with your no-skin attitude, Pippin will be lucky to get down your shirt let alone up your dress.

Rashelle gave a horrified sob and hid her poppy red face in her hands. Suddenly before either elf or hobbit could move. Pippin was up and he rushed at Merry knocking him to the ground.

The two wrestled around as elves tried to pry them apart and without warning everyone was brawling.

Rashelle leapt away from the table and pressed against a wall. All she could was watch horrified as Elrond tried to get everyone under control.

"You know this is all you're fault,"

Rashelle turned around and saw a smirking Foxburr behind her.

"No, I didn't start this,"

"Of course you did, if you had just accepted Master Frodo's proposal everyone would be happy," Rashelle cringed as Foxburr leaned close to her, "But I must thank you, I've gotten to know my master and Samwise very very well,"

Tears welled up in Rashelle's eyes and she lifted her hand to cuff her, but Foxburr was quicker. She balled her fist, striking Rashelle in the jaw. She then grabbed a handful of Rashelle's gleaming curls and hissed in her ear, "You stay away from Frodo and Samwise, they are mine, Mrs. Peregrin Took,"

"Foxburr!"

The halfblood looked up to see an irate Pippin stalking toward them. She released Rashelle and raced down the hall. Rashelle fitted herself into Pippin's arms and they quickly left the brawling dining hall.

(A/N another short chapter I know, but I'm building it up to the main plot. The next chapter is longer I promise. Thanks for sticking through this with me. Umm and if I can get a shameless pop in my sister and I tried our hand at a humor story under the artist Cherryhobbit called Enter Primula and OrangeBlossom. If you would be so kind, stop over and take a peek and please give us some pointers. This is her first published fanfic and she's excited to be on Fanfic.net. Thanks so much! I appreciate all the feed back. )