Ok...here goes my first fan-fic EVER....*crosses fingers*
This is about the years AFTER the War of the Ring
starting with Pippin's coming of age.
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It was exactly a fortnight from Peregrins 33rd birthday. As Pippin stood, hands
behind his back, staring out of the window at the pouring rain he wondered who was
going to remember his birthday. Frodo, a cousin and long time friend, certainly
wouldn't. Frodo had taken the ship from the havens to the undying lands back in
1421. Pippin sighed, this was 2 years ago and he missed Frodo deeply. Samwise,
dear old Sam, was up at Bag End with Rosie and Eleanor and of course there was now
little baby Frodo. A new baby would mean would mean no spare time for Pippins
birthday. Meriadoc, Pippins greatest friend and companion would of course come.
Pippin smiled as he thought of Merry, of the adventures that they had had, of the
people they had met, but most of all, the drinking sessions they had enjoyed. Pippin
turned away from the window and sat down in an armchair facing the fire. He
wondered whether Legolas and Gimli would remember his birthday, he hoped that
they would be able to come and visit. Gimli might, he and Pippin had become fast
friends and if he was coming, Legolas might join him. Pippin hoped so, he had hated
having to say goodbye to them, he hated saying goodbye anyway. The King Elessar,
Pippin knew him as Strider, had better come, he would enjoy a good party. Pippin
laughed out loud at the thought of the tall ranger trying to fit through a hobbit sized
door. Pippin went on thinking about various others he had met during that year. He
wondered if Merry would throw him a surprise party. He hoped so, and there would
be pipe-weed and beer (he jumped up out of his seat) and some of Gandalfs fireworks.
Pippin stopped short. Of course, Gandalf had gone with Frodo. Pippin realised that
in his excitement he had forgotten about Gandalf, the wizard who had always been
very harsh towards Pippin but he knew it was only because Gandalf cared. He started
sobbing, why oh why couldn't he have a party with everyone he had ever loved and
cared about. Eventually, he managed to control himself and, grabbing and hat and
cloak, stalked out of the room, from the house and towards the hills, regardless of the
rain.
Meanwhile, Merry had spent the wet morning drawing up plans for a party for
Pippin, but he mustn't know. Merry loved Pippins friendship, they wouldn't do
anything without the other which is why it was no surprise to Merry to catch a
glimpse of a tall hobbits head bobbing past the window. Merry knew it was Pippin,
soaking in the rain and hurried to tidy away his plans. The knock at the door came just
as Merry was stuffing the last piece of paper into a draw. He ran to let his dear friend
through the door.
"Pippin, what on earth are you doing here? I hope you came here in a cart. It's
pouring with rain, didn't you notice? Come and sit down!"
"You know what I'm like, Merry. I can't stand being alone. Don't turf me out,"
"Pippin, you know I couldn't do that, but surely you must be freezing, come and sit
by the fire."
"Thank you, oh blessed Meriadoc!"
The two friends spent the rest of the day talking about 'the good times' and smoking.
Merry was worried, Pippin kept saying how things were better when he was younger.
Was he planning on doing something stupid? Or was he just nervous about how he
was almost a proper adult? Merry fretted over this for a long time after Pippin had
left. Suddenly Merry jumped up and gasped, if Pippin was thinking of doing
something he would regret then he had to be stopped, and Merry had sent a troubled
Pippin out into a dark wet night alone. Merry whirled out of his door, jumped onto his
horse and galloped away as fast as possible towards Pippins house. Past the waving
trees, stretching out to grasp him, past cottages with darkened windows, into the
windy black.
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OK that took me longer than I thought, please, if you read it, review.
Depending on how many reviews this gets I may right the next chapter.
Thanks whatever
Peace
HUGZ
Kirsty
This is about the years AFTER the War of the Ring
starting with Pippin's coming of age.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was exactly a fortnight from Peregrins 33rd birthday. As Pippin stood, hands
behind his back, staring out of the window at the pouring rain he wondered who was
going to remember his birthday. Frodo, a cousin and long time friend, certainly
wouldn't. Frodo had taken the ship from the havens to the undying lands back in
1421. Pippin sighed, this was 2 years ago and he missed Frodo deeply. Samwise,
dear old Sam, was up at Bag End with Rosie and Eleanor and of course there was now
little baby Frodo. A new baby would mean would mean no spare time for Pippins
birthday. Meriadoc, Pippins greatest friend and companion would of course come.
Pippin smiled as he thought of Merry, of the adventures that they had had, of the
people they had met, but most of all, the drinking sessions they had enjoyed. Pippin
turned away from the window and sat down in an armchair facing the fire. He
wondered whether Legolas and Gimli would remember his birthday, he hoped that
they would be able to come and visit. Gimli might, he and Pippin had become fast
friends and if he was coming, Legolas might join him. Pippin hoped so, he had hated
having to say goodbye to them, he hated saying goodbye anyway. The King Elessar,
Pippin knew him as Strider, had better come, he would enjoy a good party. Pippin
laughed out loud at the thought of the tall ranger trying to fit through a hobbit sized
door. Pippin went on thinking about various others he had met during that year. He
wondered if Merry would throw him a surprise party. He hoped so, and there would
be pipe-weed and beer (he jumped up out of his seat) and some of Gandalfs fireworks.
Pippin stopped short. Of course, Gandalf had gone with Frodo. Pippin realised that
in his excitement he had forgotten about Gandalf, the wizard who had always been
very harsh towards Pippin but he knew it was only because Gandalf cared. He started
sobbing, why oh why couldn't he have a party with everyone he had ever loved and
cared about. Eventually, he managed to control himself and, grabbing and hat and
cloak, stalked out of the room, from the house and towards the hills, regardless of the
rain.
Meanwhile, Merry had spent the wet morning drawing up plans for a party for
Pippin, but he mustn't know. Merry loved Pippins friendship, they wouldn't do
anything without the other which is why it was no surprise to Merry to catch a
glimpse of a tall hobbits head bobbing past the window. Merry knew it was Pippin,
soaking in the rain and hurried to tidy away his plans. The knock at the door came just
as Merry was stuffing the last piece of paper into a draw. He ran to let his dear friend
through the door.
"Pippin, what on earth are you doing here? I hope you came here in a cart. It's
pouring with rain, didn't you notice? Come and sit down!"
"You know what I'm like, Merry. I can't stand being alone. Don't turf me out,"
"Pippin, you know I couldn't do that, but surely you must be freezing, come and sit
by the fire."
"Thank you, oh blessed Meriadoc!"
The two friends spent the rest of the day talking about 'the good times' and smoking.
Merry was worried, Pippin kept saying how things were better when he was younger.
Was he planning on doing something stupid? Or was he just nervous about how he
was almost a proper adult? Merry fretted over this for a long time after Pippin had
left. Suddenly Merry jumped up and gasped, if Pippin was thinking of doing
something he would regret then he had to be stopped, and Merry had sent a troubled
Pippin out into a dark wet night alone. Merry whirled out of his door, jumped onto his
horse and galloped away as fast as possible towards Pippins house. Past the waving
trees, stretching out to grasp him, past cottages with darkened windows, into the
windy black.
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OK that took me longer than I thought, please, if you read it, review.
Depending on how many reviews this gets I may right the next chapter.
Thanks whatever
Peace
HUGZ
Kirsty