~*~*~ A/N: Wow.. you like me! You really like me! *grin* lol. Anyway, thanks SO much for all the reviews. I actually wasn't even going to post the story at all, but I decided to. I'm sure glad I did! Anyway, here's chapter two, and I hope you enjoy. *~*~*~
12 September
Dearest Journal,
I just got in from my walk with Merry and Pippin. They have noticed that I act strangely, though I am glad Pippin hasn't realized my feelings yet. I hope he never does, for he would not understand. His mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Diamond at Bilbo's party. Even Merry has seemingly found a date; I, however, have not. Of course I have not, when I spend all my days dreaming of Peregrin, whom I can never have. I am a fool.
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Growling angrily at my own foolishness, I slammed my journal closed. What will Pippin think when, in merely 10 days, he has a date at Bilbo's party, and I am the only person in all of the Shire without one?
Now, I am determined to find a date. Wandering out of my house, I straightened my dress. Let us see now. Of the boys my age in the Shire, there were Sancho Proudfoot, Moro Burrows, Doderic and Ilberic Bracegirdle, and the Cotton boys. Moro Burrows *was* quite handsome, and I was almost certain he had no date. The boys, nearly all of them, I knew, were frolicing near the stream; they thought no one knew, but I, of course, did. I knew almost everything about the boys of the Shire; how Sancho was so afraid of water, he refused take a bath until he was almost a 'tween, and how Lotho Sacksville-Baggins had taken a liking to Rosie Cotton.
I made sure my hair was not doing anything strange, and set off toward the stream. I ducked behind a tree as I saw the group of boys, splashing about in the foot-deep water. Some of them had rolled up their trouser legs, so as to not get them wet, while some others had all together removed the pants, instead jumping about in their britches.
I felt my cheeks grow hot, and my jaw dropped. Pippin, one of the younger of the boys, had been one to remove his trousers, and his shirt as well. Merry had done the same, but Merry was not of my concern. I watched Pippin, gripping onto the tree for dear life. He moved so gracefully, splashing the other boys. His chest, wet, glimmered in the afternoon sun. I gulped thickly, blinking. Imagine touching him, kissing his chest softly, licking at one of those pert ...
"Do you hear someone?" asked Doderic, looking about. I froze, eyes widening. Had I been panting, or talking under my breath? I had been so lost in watching him... only him. Rather than letting myself be caught, I slid quickly back onto the path, pretending I had just neared.
"Hullo, boys," I called softly, and Pippin and Merry froze, waving.
"Daf, what are you doing here?" Merry asked, and I shrugged.
"Nothin' else to do," I explained, pretending to ignore Pippin's precarious state. The boys about, however, covered themselves quickly, some of them blushing. Pippin did not bother; we had known each other since we were very small, and were very comfortable with one another. We sometimes, with a laugh, recalled the days when we threw our garments to the ground, diving nakedly into mudpiles after a fresh rain. That, of course, was when we were very small.
"Join us, then," suggested Merry, who also had not bothered to put his pants back on. I shrugged.
"I'm fairly certain some of your friends would rather have me elsewhere," I joked, smirking wryly. "I merely came to see what you were doing, anyway. And now that I know, I shall be off." Remembering my mission, suddenly, I threw Moro a quick smile. "Hullo, Moro."
He glanced down, being quite shy, and muttered a greeting back. When I saw his blush, I knew I had him.
"Do you have a date for the party, Moro?" I asked, and he looked up, gulping. I glanced away, making sure Pippin was watching this. He was.
"Well, n-n-n-no," he said, stammering.
"Would you care to go with me, then?" I flashed him a bright smile, and he grinned in return.
"Well, sure!" he exclaimed, excitedly, jumping about, completely forgetting that he was not wearing pants. I smirked, glancing away, and nodded.
"Wonderful. I'll see you boys later then. G'bye Moro, Merry, Pip." Pippin and Merry responded with a goodbye, and I journeyed back up the path, triumphantly. Perhaps my interest in another has made Pippin jealous.. maybe he will see his feelings.. or maybe not. I closed my eyes quickly, recalling the vision of Pippin without his pants. He was so strong, so smooth. I sighed softly, shaking my head. But he was not, sadly, mine.
~*~*~*~ A/N: There's somethin' I want to see - Pippin minus shirt and pants. *giggle* *~*~*~
12 September
Dearest Journal,
I just got in from my walk with Merry and Pippin. They have noticed that I act strangely, though I am glad Pippin hasn't realized my feelings yet. I hope he never does, for he would not understand. His mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Diamond at Bilbo's party. Even Merry has seemingly found a date; I, however, have not. Of course I have not, when I spend all my days dreaming of Peregrin, whom I can never have. I am a fool.
~~
Growling angrily at my own foolishness, I slammed my journal closed. What will Pippin think when, in merely 10 days, he has a date at Bilbo's party, and I am the only person in all of the Shire without one?
Now, I am determined to find a date. Wandering out of my house, I straightened my dress. Let us see now. Of the boys my age in the Shire, there were Sancho Proudfoot, Moro Burrows, Doderic and Ilberic Bracegirdle, and the Cotton boys. Moro Burrows *was* quite handsome, and I was almost certain he had no date. The boys, nearly all of them, I knew, were frolicing near the stream; they thought no one knew, but I, of course, did. I knew almost everything about the boys of the Shire; how Sancho was so afraid of water, he refused take a bath until he was almost a 'tween, and how Lotho Sacksville-Baggins had taken a liking to Rosie Cotton.
I made sure my hair was not doing anything strange, and set off toward the stream. I ducked behind a tree as I saw the group of boys, splashing about in the foot-deep water. Some of them had rolled up their trouser legs, so as to not get them wet, while some others had all together removed the pants, instead jumping about in their britches.
I felt my cheeks grow hot, and my jaw dropped. Pippin, one of the younger of the boys, had been one to remove his trousers, and his shirt as well. Merry had done the same, but Merry was not of my concern. I watched Pippin, gripping onto the tree for dear life. He moved so gracefully, splashing the other boys. His chest, wet, glimmered in the afternoon sun. I gulped thickly, blinking. Imagine touching him, kissing his chest softly, licking at one of those pert ...
"Do you hear someone?" asked Doderic, looking about. I froze, eyes widening. Had I been panting, or talking under my breath? I had been so lost in watching him... only him. Rather than letting myself be caught, I slid quickly back onto the path, pretending I had just neared.
"Hullo, boys," I called softly, and Pippin and Merry froze, waving.
"Daf, what are you doing here?" Merry asked, and I shrugged.
"Nothin' else to do," I explained, pretending to ignore Pippin's precarious state. The boys about, however, covered themselves quickly, some of them blushing. Pippin did not bother; we had known each other since we were very small, and were very comfortable with one another. We sometimes, with a laugh, recalled the days when we threw our garments to the ground, diving nakedly into mudpiles after a fresh rain. That, of course, was when we were very small.
"Join us, then," suggested Merry, who also had not bothered to put his pants back on. I shrugged.
"I'm fairly certain some of your friends would rather have me elsewhere," I joked, smirking wryly. "I merely came to see what you were doing, anyway. And now that I know, I shall be off." Remembering my mission, suddenly, I threw Moro a quick smile. "Hullo, Moro."
He glanced down, being quite shy, and muttered a greeting back. When I saw his blush, I knew I had him.
"Do you have a date for the party, Moro?" I asked, and he looked up, gulping. I glanced away, making sure Pippin was watching this. He was.
"Well, n-n-n-no," he said, stammering.
"Would you care to go with me, then?" I flashed him a bright smile, and he grinned in return.
"Well, sure!" he exclaimed, excitedly, jumping about, completely forgetting that he was not wearing pants. I smirked, glancing away, and nodded.
"Wonderful. I'll see you boys later then. G'bye Moro, Merry, Pip." Pippin and Merry responded with a goodbye, and I journeyed back up the path, triumphantly. Perhaps my interest in another has made Pippin jealous.. maybe he will see his feelings.. or maybe not. I closed my eyes quickly, recalling the vision of Pippin without his pants. He was so strong, so smooth. I sighed softly, shaking my head. But he was not, sadly, mine.
~*~*~*~ A/N: There's somethin' I want to see - Pippin minus shirt and pants. *giggle* *~*~*~