~*~*~ A/N: I want to finish this story up by Thursday - I'm going on a "field trip" to Boston for a few days, and I'd really like to finish it up. For you readers, I guess that's a good thing - several chapters in a few days and the like! For my already sore-fingers, it's not such a good thing. But hey, in the words of De, I'll bang 'em out! *~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~ A/N: (Yea, another one.) I need you guys' help! I'm not sure how to end this story - I have two very different ideas, so I'm going to ask you: Would you rather have this story end Happily, or Sadly? Yea, it's your decision! Let me know in a review, an e-mail, an IM, send me telepathic messages, whatever. Just let me know: Happy Ending, or Sad Ending? .. and, if you feel like it, feel free to address my strange obsession with that "Come On Eileen" song.. I think it's the best song, and... iunno. Anyway. Enjoy this chapter! *~*~*~*~*~
20 September
G'morning Journal,
It looks a wonderful day, and I sure it shall be. I cannot write for long this morn, for I am to meet the boys at the Brandybuck home for a breakfast. I am sure to see Pippin there; I do wonder if he has gotten a date for Bilbo's party yet. After his troubles with Diamond, and all. I would feel wretched going with Moro if Pippin had to go alone. I will have to see about this today. Either way, I am off to Merry's house for breakfast. G'day, Journal!
Sliding the Journal back to it's hiding place, I turned my attention to myself. I grabbed a hairbrush, and gently put it through my hair, making sure that I looked my best, and stood, brushing out the creases in my dress.
I meandered along the path to Merry's, my head filled with thoughts of Pippin and of Bilbo's party. It was only two days away, after all. Slowly the Brandybuck's hole came into view, and I grinned. At least five boys relaxed outside, two of them my friends Merry and Pippin. They looked up as I approached, giving a wave and shouts of "hello". I grinned, waving back.
"Hullo Merry, Pippin," I said, sitting by them on the grass.
"'Ello, Daffodil," replied Pip, smiling. He appeared to be in a much better mood; I had known that it would only take time for him to completely forget Diamond of Longcleeve.
"G'morning," added Merry, and the two continued their discussion of mushrooms. I leaned back, looking up toward the sky. It was a perfect blue, whisps of clouds floating past. A soft sky escaped my lips as I watched them, not realizing that Merry and Pippin had long since finished their talking, and were looking at me.
"Daf?" said Merry, and I blinked, stirring my gaze from the sky.
"What?"
"You are going to Bilbo's party with Moro, right?"
I nodded a response, brow furrowing. What were they getting at?
"Oh," said Pippin softly. "I s'pose I'm the only person in the Shire without a date now."
I blinked. What if I weren't going with Moro? Would he have asked me? I could have hit myself for my prior stupidity.
"I'm sorry Pip," I replied, placing my hand upon his shoulder. "If you want, I can try and find someone for you to go with." He responded with a smile, and I nodded. Honestly, I could not think of a single person without a date.
Merry, Pip, and I entered the Brandybuck hole a few minutes later for breakfast. Mrs. Brandybuck had fixed a large table full of mushrooms, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, carrots, and cabbages. I sat between Merry and Pip, and joined them in grabbing and filling our plates with ridiculous amounts of food. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Pippin filled his mouth with bacon, and, sighing softly, I started on a mushroom. He even seemed perfect as he chewed, his cheeks enlarged from the vast amounts of food within them. We ate in silence; not because we were uneasy or nervous, but because the boys were often too full-mouthed to say a single word, much less carry on conversation.
Afterward, we helped to clear off the table, and journeyed outdoors for a walk.
"Have you thought of anyone for me to bring to the party?" asked Pip anxiously, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets, walking between Merry and I.
"No," I answered honestly. "Not yet." The thought of fixing Pippin up with someone was unbearable; *I* wanted to go with him, not allow someone else to take this oppurtunity. "But perhaps, if Moro does not mind, I could go with you. Just so you don't feel so out of place, you understand." I gulped a breath in, not believing I just said that aloud.
Pippins eyes widened, and he stopped walking, pondering this for a moment. "Do you think Moro would be upset?"
"Nah," I said softly, shaking my head. "After all, I barely know him."
"Why did you ask him, then?" piped up Merry, furrowing his brow.
"I needed a date," I answered simply, and, finally realizing the humor in this situation, Pippin, Merry and I began to laugh.
Pippin nodded, and shrugged. "All right, I s'pose I'll take you, then, Daf."
I nearly exploded with happiness.
"As friends?" Merry asked, and I could have choked him then and there. That part needn't be explained.
"Of course as friends," Pippin scoffed. "What else would I bring Daf as?" I felt as though my heart had fallen out of my chest, been run upon by a herd of oliphaunts, been eaten by an orc, and *then* slashed into a thousand small pieces.
"Of course," I muttered softly, and we continued our walk.
~*~*~* A/N: Ooh.. the plot thickens. *~*~*~*
~*~*~*~ A/N: (Yea, another one.) I need you guys' help! I'm not sure how to end this story - I have two very different ideas, so I'm going to ask you: Would you rather have this story end Happily, or Sadly? Yea, it's your decision! Let me know in a review, an e-mail, an IM, send me telepathic messages, whatever. Just let me know: Happy Ending, or Sad Ending? .. and, if you feel like it, feel free to address my strange obsession with that "Come On Eileen" song.. I think it's the best song, and... iunno. Anyway. Enjoy this chapter! *~*~*~*~*~
20 September
G'morning Journal,
It looks a wonderful day, and I sure it shall be. I cannot write for long this morn, for I am to meet the boys at the Brandybuck home for a breakfast. I am sure to see Pippin there; I do wonder if he has gotten a date for Bilbo's party yet. After his troubles with Diamond, and all. I would feel wretched going with Moro if Pippin had to go alone. I will have to see about this today. Either way, I am off to Merry's house for breakfast. G'day, Journal!
Sliding the Journal back to it's hiding place, I turned my attention to myself. I grabbed a hairbrush, and gently put it through my hair, making sure that I looked my best, and stood, brushing out the creases in my dress.
I meandered along the path to Merry's, my head filled with thoughts of Pippin and of Bilbo's party. It was only two days away, after all. Slowly the Brandybuck's hole came into view, and I grinned. At least five boys relaxed outside, two of them my friends Merry and Pippin. They looked up as I approached, giving a wave and shouts of "hello". I grinned, waving back.
"Hullo Merry, Pippin," I said, sitting by them on the grass.
"'Ello, Daffodil," replied Pip, smiling. He appeared to be in a much better mood; I had known that it would only take time for him to completely forget Diamond of Longcleeve.
"G'morning," added Merry, and the two continued their discussion of mushrooms. I leaned back, looking up toward the sky. It was a perfect blue, whisps of clouds floating past. A soft sky escaped my lips as I watched them, not realizing that Merry and Pippin had long since finished their talking, and were looking at me.
"Daf?" said Merry, and I blinked, stirring my gaze from the sky.
"What?"
"You are going to Bilbo's party with Moro, right?"
I nodded a response, brow furrowing. What were they getting at?
"Oh," said Pippin softly. "I s'pose I'm the only person in the Shire without a date now."
I blinked. What if I weren't going with Moro? Would he have asked me? I could have hit myself for my prior stupidity.
"I'm sorry Pip," I replied, placing my hand upon his shoulder. "If you want, I can try and find someone for you to go with." He responded with a smile, and I nodded. Honestly, I could not think of a single person without a date.
Merry, Pip, and I entered the Brandybuck hole a few minutes later for breakfast. Mrs. Brandybuck had fixed a large table full of mushrooms, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, carrots, and cabbages. I sat between Merry and Pip, and joined them in grabbing and filling our plates with ridiculous amounts of food. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Pippin filled his mouth with bacon, and, sighing softly, I started on a mushroom. He even seemed perfect as he chewed, his cheeks enlarged from the vast amounts of food within them. We ate in silence; not because we were uneasy or nervous, but because the boys were often too full-mouthed to say a single word, much less carry on conversation.
Afterward, we helped to clear off the table, and journeyed outdoors for a walk.
"Have you thought of anyone for me to bring to the party?" asked Pip anxiously, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets, walking between Merry and I.
"No," I answered honestly. "Not yet." The thought of fixing Pippin up with someone was unbearable; *I* wanted to go with him, not allow someone else to take this oppurtunity. "But perhaps, if Moro does not mind, I could go with you. Just so you don't feel so out of place, you understand." I gulped a breath in, not believing I just said that aloud.
Pippins eyes widened, and he stopped walking, pondering this for a moment. "Do you think Moro would be upset?"
"Nah," I said softly, shaking my head. "After all, I barely know him."
"Why did you ask him, then?" piped up Merry, furrowing his brow.
"I needed a date," I answered simply, and, finally realizing the humor in this situation, Pippin, Merry and I began to laugh.
Pippin nodded, and shrugged. "All right, I s'pose I'll take you, then, Daf."
I nearly exploded with happiness.
"As friends?" Merry asked, and I could have choked him then and there. That part needn't be explained.
"Of course as friends," Pippin scoffed. "What else would I bring Daf as?" I felt as though my heart had fallen out of my chest, been run upon by a herd of oliphaunts, been eaten by an orc, and *then* slashed into a thousand small pieces.
"Of course," I muttered softly, and we continued our walk.
~*~*~* A/N: Ooh.. the plot thickens. *~*~*~*