A/N I tell you now…I hate weddings, so I'm not writing one. We'll just skip
ahead into the story say…two or three weeks? Alrighty then! Sorry if the
pony's name is wrong, I can't remember if Merry kept Stybba.
"Don't give up until you've found her." Pippin nodded grimly before he rode away through the freezing rain. Sam and frodo had already left, leaving Merry alone. Merry mounted Stybba as his tears mixed with the rain. His wife, Lily, was missing. She had set out that morning for a walk (as she often did) and a trip to the market, but hadn't returned.
"Lily!" no answer came as he passed the silent hobbit holes. As time went on, his fruitless search became more frantic. More desperate. A few moments seemed an eternity. After what seemed like years he came to that familiar lane where he had first found Lily. She had being chased by some local boys because she was different…and they didn't understand.
He slowed Stybba to a walk as he peered around him. It was growing much colder. 'Where could Lily be?' He wondered to himself. Tears came again as he thought of her out in this weather, alone, possibly hurt. He wiped his eyes to see better when he came to the end of the lane…nothing. With a heartbroken sigh he turned to leave, but then he saw something next to the road.
***
Pippin Took squinted through the rain as he galloped down the lane. He dismounted as he came upon Stybba. It was a minute or two before he realized where Merry was.
"Merry?" he approached him slowly. Merry was seated in the mud next to the lane, cradling Lily in his arms. He lifted his face towards Pippin, his eyes seemed sad, hopeless. The rain had stopped and they could see each other's breath. There, standing over Merry in his moment of sorrow, Pippin had a strong sense that he had never had before. That Merry needed him, now more than he ever would.
"I don't know if I can help her, Pippin. Something's wrong." Merry pulled Lily closer as if she might suddenly be pulled away from him. Leaning closer, Pippin saw that Lily was bruised and cut, almost as if she had been beaten. "They finally caught her, Pip. I guess she couldn't get away this time." Merry buried his head in her hair as his sobs shook him. He seemed to have given up.
"No, Merry.' Pippin thought as he looked down on him. 'I'm not letting this happen to you. Not now…' Pippin bent and hesitantly laid his hand on his cousin's shoulder. "We can't give up on her yet, Merry." He paused for a moment, his voice seemed queer in the silence around them. "There's still hope."
He pulled Merry to his feet and held Lily while Merry mounted Stybba. Pippin then handed her up to him and mounted himself. Before he rode away, Pippin saw the tears in Merry's eyes glinting in the moonlight.
A/N Aww….I feel bad doing something like this to Merry, but I suck at happy writing. Flames will be used for fuel while I pray for reveiws. Thanks to those people who have actually been reviewing, I love you!!! Er…you know what I mean. ^_^
"Don't give up until you've found her." Pippin nodded grimly before he rode away through the freezing rain. Sam and frodo had already left, leaving Merry alone. Merry mounted Stybba as his tears mixed with the rain. His wife, Lily, was missing. She had set out that morning for a walk (as she often did) and a trip to the market, but hadn't returned.
"Lily!" no answer came as he passed the silent hobbit holes. As time went on, his fruitless search became more frantic. More desperate. A few moments seemed an eternity. After what seemed like years he came to that familiar lane where he had first found Lily. She had being chased by some local boys because she was different…and they didn't understand.
He slowed Stybba to a walk as he peered around him. It was growing much colder. 'Where could Lily be?' He wondered to himself. Tears came again as he thought of her out in this weather, alone, possibly hurt. He wiped his eyes to see better when he came to the end of the lane…nothing. With a heartbroken sigh he turned to leave, but then he saw something next to the road.
***
Pippin Took squinted through the rain as he galloped down the lane. He dismounted as he came upon Stybba. It was a minute or two before he realized where Merry was.
"Merry?" he approached him slowly. Merry was seated in the mud next to the lane, cradling Lily in his arms. He lifted his face towards Pippin, his eyes seemed sad, hopeless. The rain had stopped and they could see each other's breath. There, standing over Merry in his moment of sorrow, Pippin had a strong sense that he had never had before. That Merry needed him, now more than he ever would.
"I don't know if I can help her, Pippin. Something's wrong." Merry pulled Lily closer as if she might suddenly be pulled away from him. Leaning closer, Pippin saw that Lily was bruised and cut, almost as if she had been beaten. "They finally caught her, Pip. I guess she couldn't get away this time." Merry buried his head in her hair as his sobs shook him. He seemed to have given up.
"No, Merry.' Pippin thought as he looked down on him. 'I'm not letting this happen to you. Not now…' Pippin bent and hesitantly laid his hand on his cousin's shoulder. "We can't give up on her yet, Merry." He paused for a moment, his voice seemed queer in the silence around them. "There's still hope."
He pulled Merry to his feet and held Lily while Merry mounted Stybba. Pippin then handed her up to him and mounted himself. Before he rode away, Pippin saw the tears in Merry's eyes glinting in the moonlight.
A/N Aww….I feel bad doing something like this to Merry, but I suck at happy writing. Flames will be used for fuel while I pray for reveiws. Thanks to those people who have actually been reviewing, I love you!!! Er…you know what I mean. ^_^