A/N: This is a quick little story I wrote in Spanish class when we weren't
doing anything. It takes place during The Two Towers after Pippin had
looked at Saruman's stone. It is happening simultaneously to when Gandalf
is giving the stone to Aragorn. R/R
Disclaimer- The characters and the world in this story are not mine. Neither are the circumstances leading up to this conversation.
Merry settled down beside his half conscious friend, adjusting himself so that Pippin's head was resting in his lap. Absently he stroked the wet curls from his face, murmuring soothingly as the younger hobbit tossed back and forth for a moment before the images swirling through his mind retreated enough for him drift into a light sleep. Across the camp Merry could hear Aragorn and Gandalf talking softly.
"Silly Pip," said Merry, when he finally thought his friend was asleep. "Such a silly hobbit. Why did you go and stick your nose where it didn't belong. Brandybuck's are supposed to be the curious ones."
Pippin stirred a bit, obviously still restless with his memories of Sauron's questioning. Her murmured something too softly for Merry to hear. As he relaxed again, Merry planted a light kiss on the sweaty forehead and continued to stroke his friend's mop of brown curls. Under Merry's firm but soft hand, Pippin relaxed even more, sighing contently.
Merry stared off into the darkness, shivering at the memory of Pippin's cry when he had been taken in by the cursed stone. Merry had reached over instinctively expecting to feel the comforting bulk of his friend beside him. When his hand had found nothing but empty blankets, Merry had simply assumed that his nosy friend had already gone off to see what the trouble was. It had taken awhile for Merry's sleepy mind to realize that it had been Pippin's shriek he had heard, and that it was Pippin's tiny body that everyone had gathered worriedly around.
"Why couldn't you for once listen to directions," Merry said angrily, tears forming in his eyes. "What if Gandalf had been too late! Fool of a Took, he calls you, and he's right. I told you not to meddle with the affairs of wizards. You might have been killed, and there would I be? One hobbit with a bunch of Big People who know what they're about. Did you think about that Pip? Me, alone, with no Sam or Frodo to understand how sad I'd be? No, you just had to satisfy your own selfish curiosity." Merry's voice broke as he fought hard against the tears threatening. One escaped unnoticed down his cheek.
"Oh, Pip. I was so scared. You were just lying there and your eyes open so wide. What could I think, but that you were dead? What would I do without you?" Merry looked down at Pippin's head in his lap. The younger hobbit shifted, not opening his eyes.
"Don't cry Merry," he mumbled, too close to sleep to know anything except that Merry was upset. He didn't like that.
"I'm not crying," Merry said indignantly, slightly embarrassed that Pippin had been listening.
"Are," Pippin muttered. "You dripped on me."
Merry swiped angrily at the wet streak on his cheek, left by a tear he hadn't noticed escaping. "Am not."
Pip smiled sleepily. "Are too." Then he yawned. "So…sleepy."
"Then sleep, Pip."
"Okay." There was a long pause and Merry thought Pippin had gone back to sleep. He jumped a bit when he heard Pippin's sleeping voice add, "I'm sorry I didn't listen. I love you Merry."
More tears spilled unheeded from the corners of Merry's eyes. "I love you too Pip. I love you too."
A/N: I have a plot for doing a Sam/Frodo one like this. Feedback?
Disclaimer- The characters and the world in this story are not mine. Neither are the circumstances leading up to this conversation.
Merry settled down beside his half conscious friend, adjusting himself so that Pippin's head was resting in his lap. Absently he stroked the wet curls from his face, murmuring soothingly as the younger hobbit tossed back and forth for a moment before the images swirling through his mind retreated enough for him drift into a light sleep. Across the camp Merry could hear Aragorn and Gandalf talking softly.
"Silly Pip," said Merry, when he finally thought his friend was asleep. "Such a silly hobbit. Why did you go and stick your nose where it didn't belong. Brandybuck's are supposed to be the curious ones."
Pippin stirred a bit, obviously still restless with his memories of Sauron's questioning. Her murmured something too softly for Merry to hear. As he relaxed again, Merry planted a light kiss on the sweaty forehead and continued to stroke his friend's mop of brown curls. Under Merry's firm but soft hand, Pippin relaxed even more, sighing contently.
Merry stared off into the darkness, shivering at the memory of Pippin's cry when he had been taken in by the cursed stone. Merry had reached over instinctively expecting to feel the comforting bulk of his friend beside him. When his hand had found nothing but empty blankets, Merry had simply assumed that his nosy friend had already gone off to see what the trouble was. It had taken awhile for Merry's sleepy mind to realize that it had been Pippin's shriek he had heard, and that it was Pippin's tiny body that everyone had gathered worriedly around.
"Why couldn't you for once listen to directions," Merry said angrily, tears forming in his eyes. "What if Gandalf had been too late! Fool of a Took, he calls you, and he's right. I told you not to meddle with the affairs of wizards. You might have been killed, and there would I be? One hobbit with a bunch of Big People who know what they're about. Did you think about that Pip? Me, alone, with no Sam or Frodo to understand how sad I'd be? No, you just had to satisfy your own selfish curiosity." Merry's voice broke as he fought hard against the tears threatening. One escaped unnoticed down his cheek.
"Oh, Pip. I was so scared. You were just lying there and your eyes open so wide. What could I think, but that you were dead? What would I do without you?" Merry looked down at Pippin's head in his lap. The younger hobbit shifted, not opening his eyes.
"Don't cry Merry," he mumbled, too close to sleep to know anything except that Merry was upset. He didn't like that.
"I'm not crying," Merry said indignantly, slightly embarrassed that Pippin had been listening.
"Are," Pippin muttered. "You dripped on me."
Merry swiped angrily at the wet streak on his cheek, left by a tear he hadn't noticed escaping. "Am not."
Pip smiled sleepily. "Are too." Then he yawned. "So…sleepy."
"Then sleep, Pip."
"Okay." There was a long pause and Merry thought Pippin had gone back to sleep. He jumped a bit when he heard Pippin's sleeping voice add, "I'm sorry I didn't listen. I love you Merry."
More tears spilled unheeded from the corners of Merry's eyes. "I love you too Pip. I love you too."
A/N: I have a plot for doing a Sam/Frodo one like this. Feedback?
