3rd chapters up! Read and enjoy, don't forget to review. ^.^

DISCLAIMERS: Me is not the owner of Lord of the rings, phtaww! Yeah right. Just this girl, and Mrs. Taolbulb.



Inside the pub, guests were laughing merrily. The whole room had witnessed an inebriated fool dance like a … well, a drunk guy, to the tune of the fiddles and sticks playing in the corner. (Note: Butterbur had hired musical entertainment to please his guests as well) Young Pippin, accompanied by the hobbit girl, walked in and ordered two bottles of hard whiskey. Before they placed their orders however, The hobbit girl whispered to her host, her face a fluster. "Ai, I haven't got much money on me, so don't be offended if I leave the festivities early." She blushed.

" No problem! You'll stay up all night and have drinks with me, you don't have to worry about the cost!" Seeing that she looked confused, he explained further. " You see, there's this thing going around, where couples (he pronounces it coo-pulls, *giggles* how cute!) Get in free, so just pretend to be me girlfriend!"

"Lawks!" The girl said a little too loudly. Some that were laughing at the dancing drunken guy turned to stare. " Shucks ma'am! Don't worry. Just call me ridiculously mushy names and smile at me, it's not all'tall hard."

"Oh, fine," She replied, "I guess it's a small price to pay for free drinks." They tramped to the counter. Pippin ordered first.

" Oi! Butterbur!" Said he in a loud voice, "I'll have two of your finest..."

"And what would little hobbitess like?" came the reply of fat Mr. Butterbur.

"Er…. Uh, I'll have the same as my friend here, Uh…. I mean, my… beloved." As said, she smiled at Pip.

"Ho!" Said Butterbur, "you've got yourself a pretty little damsel Master Pippin." He chuckled merrily and strolled off to get the brew.

Pippin turned and for the first time realized that what Butterbur had said was right. Of course, it was hard to see the hobbitess's face in the dark blanket of the night. But now that they were standing (actually sitting) in a well-lit and enormous room, he couldn't help but notice that she had most incredibly soft gray-green eyes, and a round, happy-go-lucky kind of face. Soft looking, with a dimple in the left, and a scatter of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Odd, Thought he, as he continued to audit the girl, she's unmistakably a hobbit, but her hair's not at'all curly. It was true, she had long and soft dark-brown hair that fell to her waist (She usually had it braided up.), but it was straight, and not a single ringlet framed her roseate face.

"What's your name?" He asked suddenly, carried away by his curiosity.

The hobbit girl turned her head and said huffily, " we've been seeing each other, love, for two months, and you still haven't got my name? Some beau you are." She nodded toward his backside.

Pippin turned, and realizing that Butterbur was next to them, he continued the act. " Oh, sorry um… Jackie, me love too much ale Ya know, bad on the memory."



('Bout half an hour later)

Having quite enough beer, and being a bit woozy, the two left the bar and went into a private lounge. As soon as they got inside and closed the doors, "Jackie" began to laugh.

"Jackie? Jackie? How'd you think of the name Jackie, of all things?"

" Well, I was thinking about apples (not true, he was thinking about "Jackie's" hair), and then I thought of applejacks. (Applejacks are, for those of you who don't know, Brandy distilled from apples. With Pippin, everything's brew.) And Jackie just popped up." Pippin tittered. "But, you never answered me at the bar, what is your name, or at least, what can I call you by?"

"Just call me Jackie" She giggled some more, then toppled over.



Hehehehehehe………… doik be me, doik be me. Er, uh, help me think of a name too.