~*~*~ A/N: All right, here it is: The last chapter! I hope you all enjoy it!!! *~*~*~
22 September
Dear Journal,
This is it! Today is the day of the long-awaited party! Oh, I simply cannot wait! I cannot write any longer, for mother is here to do my hair!
I smiled up at Mummy, as she took her brush, gently combing it through my hair. She wrapped ribbons about two braids, and brushed the rest out. Finally, she set the ring of flowers upon my head. I smiled, standing, already in my new dress. The sun was beginning to set, and the party was close at hand.
"You look great, Daffodil," my mother said softly, and I grinned, turning back to her.
"Thank you, Mum. What about make-up?" She nodded, and I sat down again. She delicately applied rouge to my cheeks, and shadow to my eyes, and a bit of gloss to my lips. I smiled, and finally stood back up, examining myself in the mirror.
"I don't even look like me," I murmured softly, and my mother looked up, as a knock came at the door. Without meaning to, I squealed excitedly, jumping.
Mummy just laughed, shaking her head, and stood, as she walked to greet Pippin.
"Hullo, Ma'am," said Pippin, bowing slightly to my mother. I watched from a crack in my door, suddenly feeling as though a herd of wild horses were galloping about in my stomache.
"Good day, Pippin," replied my mother, throwing a glance toward my room. "Daffodil is just about ready. If you'd like, I could go get her." Pippin nodded, and she walked toward my room, opening the door and slipping in.
"Are you ready?" she asked, and I nodded, gulping. "Good," she continued, then sighed. That motherly sigh that made you know she was about to give you one of those life-lesson talks. "I know you like Pip dearly, but.. if he does not share the same feelings, you must realize that there are other Hobbits in the Shire."
"I know, Mummy," I lied, glancing down. There was no other Hobbit for me, and if Pippin did not share these feelings.. this love.. I could just *die*.
"Have a great time," my mother said softly, and ushered me out the door. I saw Pippin standing at the end of the hall, talking with my father with his back to my door. I snuck down the hall, straightening my dress, then pulling it up a bit in the front when I nearly toppled out. I saw my father smirk, and then shake his head softly, and Pippin, slowly, turned to me.
Shoulders straight. Don't slouch. Smile. No, not that kind of smile, you'll look a fool. Sweet smile. Yes, that's the one.
His eyes grew nearly thrice the size they had been.
"Daf-Daf-Daffodil?" he finally asked, and I smirked softly, nodding.
"What's the matter?" I teased. "Haven't you ever seen a girl before?"
Pippin blinked, shaking his head slightly. "Not you.. I've never seen you before, not like this."
We walked to the party, glancing about. When we got there, I found out, to my relief, that Moro had ended up going with one of the Bolger sisters, and they were having much fun dancing and the like.
"DAF?!" shrieked Merry, running up to Pippin and I. Pippin nodded, almost proudly, linking his elbow with mine.
"She's my date, Meriadoc," he said, almost warningly. "So you keep your hands off 'er."
I could have died then and there, and have died a happy Hobbit. Then again, I'm quite glad I didn't.
Merry laughed, shaking his head, giving me one last look. "Wow.. you sure look purdy, Daffodil."
I smiled, glancing down with a blush. "Thanks, Merry. Don't you have a date?"
Merry nodded, smiling as Daisy Gamgee neared them. Soon, they were off dancing, leaving me and Pippin all alone.
He turned to me, grabbing my hand as a slower-paced song was played by the band. "Come on, Daf, let's dance."
I could only nod, speechless, as he dragged me out to the dancing area. Gently, he wrapped his other arm around my waist, keeping the other hand locked with him. I clutched his shoulder.
"Daffodil, you look.. just, amazing," he murmured, shaking his head softly. "I have to be the luckiest Hobbit in all of the Shire."
I smiled, and sighed happily. This had to have been a dream; there was no way this could happen truly. "No," I said softly, and he looked up at me with curious eyes. "I am the luckiest."
His expression turned from one of curiousity to one of pleasure as I caught his eye. We gazed for what seemed like forever, until finally he got this look. It was a strange look, one of pride, respect, and complete love.
"I never saw it before," he said softly, almost to himself, as he tilted his head. "It's strange, isn't it? One day you just.. see a person, and they're different. And it's not even that *they* changed, but you have. And you realize..." he trailed off. My heart leapt up into my throat, eyebrows easing upward.
"Realize what?"
"That.." he paused, caressing the side of my face with his hand. I leaned against him, closing my eyes to his touch. "That you love them."
I opened my eyes, swallowing thickly. He leaned towards me, and I inched in his direction, and our lips touched, very gently, and only for a moment, but it was like.. like fireworks had exploded all about us, like everyone else just disappeared and we were the only ones left. Slowly, he pulled away, catching my gaze, and then we met again, closing our eyes, moving almost as one closer and closer to one another. Eventually, our kiss broke, and he held me tightly to him, my head resting upon his chest.
"I never want to let you go," he whispered to me, and I looked up, out of the tops of my eyes, catching his gaze.
"So don't."
~*~*~* A/N: That is perhaps the CUTEST thing I've EVER written. I hope you guys agree! *~*~
22 September
Dear Journal,
This is it! Today is the day of the long-awaited party! Oh, I simply cannot wait! I cannot write any longer, for mother is here to do my hair!
I smiled up at Mummy, as she took her brush, gently combing it through my hair. She wrapped ribbons about two braids, and brushed the rest out. Finally, she set the ring of flowers upon my head. I smiled, standing, already in my new dress. The sun was beginning to set, and the party was close at hand.
"You look great, Daffodil," my mother said softly, and I grinned, turning back to her.
"Thank you, Mum. What about make-up?" She nodded, and I sat down again. She delicately applied rouge to my cheeks, and shadow to my eyes, and a bit of gloss to my lips. I smiled, and finally stood back up, examining myself in the mirror.
"I don't even look like me," I murmured softly, and my mother looked up, as a knock came at the door. Without meaning to, I squealed excitedly, jumping.
Mummy just laughed, shaking her head, and stood, as she walked to greet Pippin.
"Hullo, Ma'am," said Pippin, bowing slightly to my mother. I watched from a crack in my door, suddenly feeling as though a herd of wild horses were galloping about in my stomache.
"Good day, Pippin," replied my mother, throwing a glance toward my room. "Daffodil is just about ready. If you'd like, I could go get her." Pippin nodded, and she walked toward my room, opening the door and slipping in.
"Are you ready?" she asked, and I nodded, gulping. "Good," she continued, then sighed. That motherly sigh that made you know she was about to give you one of those life-lesson talks. "I know you like Pip dearly, but.. if he does not share the same feelings, you must realize that there are other Hobbits in the Shire."
"I know, Mummy," I lied, glancing down. There was no other Hobbit for me, and if Pippin did not share these feelings.. this love.. I could just *die*.
"Have a great time," my mother said softly, and ushered me out the door. I saw Pippin standing at the end of the hall, talking with my father with his back to my door. I snuck down the hall, straightening my dress, then pulling it up a bit in the front when I nearly toppled out. I saw my father smirk, and then shake his head softly, and Pippin, slowly, turned to me.
Shoulders straight. Don't slouch. Smile. No, not that kind of smile, you'll look a fool. Sweet smile. Yes, that's the one.
His eyes grew nearly thrice the size they had been.
"Daf-Daf-Daffodil?" he finally asked, and I smirked softly, nodding.
"What's the matter?" I teased. "Haven't you ever seen a girl before?"
Pippin blinked, shaking his head slightly. "Not you.. I've never seen you before, not like this."
We walked to the party, glancing about. When we got there, I found out, to my relief, that Moro had ended up going with one of the Bolger sisters, and they were having much fun dancing and the like.
"DAF?!" shrieked Merry, running up to Pippin and I. Pippin nodded, almost proudly, linking his elbow with mine.
"She's my date, Meriadoc," he said, almost warningly. "So you keep your hands off 'er."
I could have died then and there, and have died a happy Hobbit. Then again, I'm quite glad I didn't.
Merry laughed, shaking his head, giving me one last look. "Wow.. you sure look purdy, Daffodil."
I smiled, glancing down with a blush. "Thanks, Merry. Don't you have a date?"
Merry nodded, smiling as Daisy Gamgee neared them. Soon, they were off dancing, leaving me and Pippin all alone.
He turned to me, grabbing my hand as a slower-paced song was played by the band. "Come on, Daf, let's dance."
I could only nod, speechless, as he dragged me out to the dancing area. Gently, he wrapped his other arm around my waist, keeping the other hand locked with him. I clutched his shoulder.
"Daffodil, you look.. just, amazing," he murmured, shaking his head softly. "I have to be the luckiest Hobbit in all of the Shire."
I smiled, and sighed happily. This had to have been a dream; there was no way this could happen truly. "No," I said softly, and he looked up at me with curious eyes. "I am the luckiest."
His expression turned from one of curiousity to one of pleasure as I caught his eye. We gazed for what seemed like forever, until finally he got this look. It was a strange look, one of pride, respect, and complete love.
"I never saw it before," he said softly, almost to himself, as he tilted his head. "It's strange, isn't it? One day you just.. see a person, and they're different. And it's not even that *they* changed, but you have. And you realize..." he trailed off. My heart leapt up into my throat, eyebrows easing upward.
"Realize what?"
"That.." he paused, caressing the side of my face with his hand. I leaned against him, closing my eyes to his touch. "That you love them."
I opened my eyes, swallowing thickly. He leaned towards me, and I inched in his direction, and our lips touched, very gently, and only for a moment, but it was like.. like fireworks had exploded all about us, like everyone else just disappeared and we were the only ones left. Slowly, he pulled away, catching my gaze, and then we met again, closing our eyes, moving almost as one closer and closer to one another. Eventually, our kiss broke, and he held me tightly to him, my head resting upon his chest.
"I never want to let you go," he whispered to me, and I looked up, out of the tops of my eyes, catching his gaze.
"So don't."
~*~*~* A/N: That is perhaps the CUTEST thing I've EVER written. I hope you guys agree! *~*~