Merry stood outside the small hobbit-hole nervouly. He wanted to talk to
Lily, but he was slightly scared. What if she didn't really like him? He
forced himself to knock on the round door. Moments later Lily opened it
with surprise.
"Hello, Lily…"
"Merry! What are you doing here?"
His face fell, "Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be? Please come in." Merry followed her down the rather small (or so he thought) hallway into an even smaller kitchen. "Tea?"
"No thank you. I, uh…" he blushed as he fingered something in his pocket. It was a silver and gold lily he had noticed in Brandy Hall and asked to have it. How it had gotten there, he didn't know. "I b-brought you this…" he handed it to her gently and their hands brushed. Blushing, he turned away.
"It's beautiful…but, why?" Lily asked, slightly astounded.
"It made me think of you." Lily admired it for a moment before either spoke.
"Lily?" Merry asked hesitantly, something had been bothering him. "Why do they chase you?"
she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I 'll tell you, promise to keep it between us?"
he nodded as they sat down at the tiny table. Lily sat for a moment as one lost in thought. Finally she looked right at Merry.
"Merry, I-I'm not like every one else. They know. they don't know how I'm different, but they still know. and they hate me for it and don't trust me…"
"Not everyone. I trust you."
She smiled at him as she continued. "Thank you, Merry…the reason I'm so different is that…that…one of my parents was an elf." He stared at her, puzzled. "I don't know which one, they both were killed when I was very young. That's when I came here, to the Shire, to live with an elder relative who could raise me. But she soon died too, and I was left alone." She turned away as she felt hot tears spilling down her cheeks. "I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore. Nobody really does." She looked towards him as she suddenly felt his arms around her.
"How could you ever think that? If I didn't want to be wit you, I wouldn't be here still. Besides…being part elf is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Really?" she sniffled as she laid her head on his chest, taking comfort in his warmth.
"Of course."
Meanwhile outside…
"That's so…beautiful." Pippin sniffed as he, Sam, and Frodo eavesdropped, er…listened to Merry and Lily.
"Well, Mr. Frodo, you're the only bachelor left now…at least I hope so."
"Oh no, you don't!" Frodo laughed as he saw the look on Pippin's face. Sam seemed downright insulted at being accused of scheming. Pippin, however, grinned.
"We'll get you eventually.
"Hello, Lily…"
"Merry! What are you doing here?"
His face fell, "Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be? Please come in." Merry followed her down the rather small (or so he thought) hallway into an even smaller kitchen. "Tea?"
"No thank you. I, uh…" he blushed as he fingered something in his pocket. It was a silver and gold lily he had noticed in Brandy Hall and asked to have it. How it had gotten there, he didn't know. "I b-brought you this…" he handed it to her gently and their hands brushed. Blushing, he turned away.
"It's beautiful…but, why?" Lily asked, slightly astounded.
"It made me think of you." Lily admired it for a moment before either spoke.
"Lily?" Merry asked hesitantly, something had been bothering him. "Why do they chase you?"
she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I 'll tell you, promise to keep it between us?"
he nodded as they sat down at the tiny table. Lily sat for a moment as one lost in thought. Finally she looked right at Merry.
"Merry, I-I'm not like every one else. They know. they don't know how I'm different, but they still know. and they hate me for it and don't trust me…"
"Not everyone. I trust you."
She smiled at him as she continued. "Thank you, Merry…the reason I'm so different is that…that…one of my parents was an elf." He stared at her, puzzled. "I don't know which one, they both were killed when I was very young. That's when I came here, to the Shire, to live with an elder relative who could raise me. But she soon died too, and I was left alone." She turned away as she felt hot tears spilling down her cheeks. "I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore. Nobody really does." She looked towards him as she suddenly felt his arms around her.
"How could you ever think that? If I didn't want to be wit you, I wouldn't be here still. Besides…being part elf is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Really?" she sniffled as she laid her head on his chest, taking comfort in his warmth.
"Of course."
Meanwhile outside…
"That's so…beautiful." Pippin sniffed as he, Sam, and Frodo eavesdropped, er…listened to Merry and Lily.
"Well, Mr. Frodo, you're the only bachelor left now…at least I hope so."
"Oh no, you don't!" Frodo laughed as he saw the look on Pippin's face. Sam seemed downright insulted at being accused of scheming. Pippin, however, grinned.
"We'll get you eventually.