Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Lord of the Rings characters, and the plot is borrowed from an episode of Dexter's Lab
The Little Girl
Pippin was walking home from the pub, Merry at his side. "Lovely day isn't it Pip?" Merry had asked, and Pippin had nodded looking up. It had been sunny all week. Perhaps if he had been looking where he was going, Pippin would have seen the little stuffed animal. He tripped over it instead. Sitting up irritably, Pippin reached and grabbed the thing that had tripped him. It was a dusty little stuffed...thing. "What is this?" he asked as Merry, still chuckling, helped him to his feet. "I don't know what it is exactly," Merry said as he examined the beaten and dusty thing. "It...looks like a stuffed animal of some sort." Pippin observed.
Looking around, Pippin saw a little girl not to far from where he stood. She looked sadly around her, searching for something. "Well, I think I've spotted the owner," Pippin said to Merry. He turned back towards the little girl. "Excuse me," he called. She turned her attention to him. She had long black curly hair, and large gentle eyes. She simply stared at Pippin, not saying anything.
"Um, Is this yours?" Pippin asked holding up the raggedy toy. A smile passed over the little girl's face and she nodded. "Well, if you want it, come get it." The girl walked up to Pippin and looked up at him. She was still silent. Her big brown eyes simply watching him. Slowly, she raised a hand to claim the stuffed toy. Pippin gave the girl the stuffed animal and, after patting the little girl on the head, went on his way with Merry.
The little girl looked down at her stuffed toy and then up at the departing back of the one who had returned it to her. A light flickered in the little girl's eyes, but she said nothing. She walked after the young man who had helped her.
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Merry and Pippin had made their way to Bag End. They had promised to help Frodo with cleaning. Even though the place was in good order, it did have the tendancy to get rather dusty. It was also an excuse to pay a visit to their cousin Frodo. There was also the matter of food.
"Hello?" Pippin called as he and Merry came in. Frodo had come around the corner, a box in his hands. "Good," he said, "you're both just in time." "For luncheon?" Pippin asked. Frodo narrowed his eyes slightly. "To help," he said, putting down the box. "That is why you two are here isn't it?" "Sure, sure," Merry said reassuringly. "Good," Sam said coming around another corner, two brooms in his hand. One of the brooms he handed to Merry and another to Pippin. "Could you start in the kitchen?" Frodo asked Pippin, putting books into the box he had placed down. "Sure," Pippin said cheerily. He planned on raiding the pantry but didn't say this, of course. He went whistling, broom in hand into the kitchen. He figured he'd sweep a bit and then see what Frodo had to eat. He had started sweeping, still whistling. He turned towards the open window and let out a scream. Someone had been watching him. After a few seconds, he realized it was nothing more than a little girl. When Pippin looked closer, he saw that it was the same little girl from earlier.
Laughing at himself, Pippin said, "Well hello again! How did you get here?" The little girl said nothing, only watched him contently. Leaning the broom against the table, Pippin went over to where the little girl was. Looking out the window, Pippin saw that the little girl's feet were dangling and she was only supported by her elbows. "That must be very uncomfortable," he commented, and gently pulled the little girl in. "There," he said, placing her on the floor inside. The little girl looked about her silently, and then back up at Pippin.
A moment of awkward silence, awkward at least to Pippin, passed. Then Merry, Frodo, and Sam came in. "What are you yelling about, Pip?" Merry asked and then set his eyes on the little girl. "Who's that?" Frodo asked. "Pippin's girlfriend," Merry teased. They all laughed at this, which is why they didn't notice the sweet smile that passed over the little girl's face. "Well she's a little young for me," Pippin joked, "Actually she had lost her little stuffed animal and I gave it back to her. She didn't actually say thank you." Then the thought clicked. "Oh," Pippin said, and then looked down at the little girl. "Is that why you came all this way?" Pippin said, squatting down, "to say thank you?" The little girl said nothing, but after a few moments, nodded her head. She then went over and gave Pippin a hug. At first Pippin was touched by the gesture, but it was a little weird, especially since the little girl showed no sign of pulling away. "Um, I have to get back to work now," Pippin said, gently pulling away. While doing so, he saw something in the little girl's eyes that wasn't normal, in fact it was so intense that Pippin straightened himself to his full height rather quickly. He even took a step backward. The little girl took a step forward, looking up at him silently.
Merry looked at her, and then at Pippin. "The thing must mean a lot to her." He observed. "Um, yeah." Pippin said, a little uneasy. Still the little girl would not speak. It was beginning to get to him. "Well we should be getting back to work," said Frodo. "I promised Uncle Bilbo that I'd have everything cleaned away when he got back." Frodo then looked at the little girl. "Well," he said with a smile, "I don't suppose you want to stay and help do you?" The little girl blinked at him, and then looked at the broom leaning against the table. She walked over and grabbed it, and promptly began sweeping. They all looked at her in amazement. "I was kidding," Frodo had said, but then he shrugged and left the kitchen, Sam behind him. If she wanted to help, let her.
"Well, you can help me in the bedrooms, Pippin," Merry said leaving the kitchen. "Sure," Pippin said as he turned to look at the little girl. She had stopped sweeping and now regarded him lovingly. Still she said nothing. Pippin smiled a little. "Well, I'd better get going," he said, filling the silence. She nodded, but still wouldn't speak. Pippin turned, and promptly walked into the wall. The little girl put a hand to her mouth, as if to stiffle a laugh. Holding his head, Pippin rushed out of the kitchen.
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The Little Girl
Pippin was walking home from the pub, Merry at his side. "Lovely day isn't it Pip?" Merry had asked, and Pippin had nodded looking up. It had been sunny all week. Perhaps if he had been looking where he was going, Pippin would have seen the little stuffed animal. He tripped over it instead. Sitting up irritably, Pippin reached and grabbed the thing that had tripped him. It was a dusty little stuffed...thing. "What is this?" he asked as Merry, still chuckling, helped him to his feet. "I don't know what it is exactly," Merry said as he examined the beaten and dusty thing. "It...looks like a stuffed animal of some sort." Pippin observed.
Looking around, Pippin saw a little girl not to far from where he stood. She looked sadly around her, searching for something. "Well, I think I've spotted the owner," Pippin said to Merry. He turned back towards the little girl. "Excuse me," he called. She turned her attention to him. She had long black curly hair, and large gentle eyes. She simply stared at Pippin, not saying anything.
"Um, Is this yours?" Pippin asked holding up the raggedy toy. A smile passed over the little girl's face and she nodded. "Well, if you want it, come get it." The girl walked up to Pippin and looked up at him. She was still silent. Her big brown eyes simply watching him. Slowly, she raised a hand to claim the stuffed toy. Pippin gave the girl the stuffed animal and, after patting the little girl on the head, went on his way with Merry.
The little girl looked down at her stuffed toy and then up at the departing back of the one who had returned it to her. A light flickered in the little girl's eyes, but she said nothing. She walked after the young man who had helped her.
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Merry and Pippin had made their way to Bag End. They had promised to help Frodo with cleaning. Even though the place was in good order, it did have the tendancy to get rather dusty. It was also an excuse to pay a visit to their cousin Frodo. There was also the matter of food.
"Hello?" Pippin called as he and Merry came in. Frodo had come around the corner, a box in his hands. "Good," he said, "you're both just in time." "For luncheon?" Pippin asked. Frodo narrowed his eyes slightly. "To help," he said, putting down the box. "That is why you two are here isn't it?" "Sure, sure," Merry said reassuringly. "Good," Sam said coming around another corner, two brooms in his hand. One of the brooms he handed to Merry and another to Pippin. "Could you start in the kitchen?" Frodo asked Pippin, putting books into the box he had placed down. "Sure," Pippin said cheerily. He planned on raiding the pantry but didn't say this, of course. He went whistling, broom in hand into the kitchen. He figured he'd sweep a bit and then see what Frodo had to eat. He had started sweeping, still whistling. He turned towards the open window and let out a scream. Someone had been watching him. After a few seconds, he realized it was nothing more than a little girl. When Pippin looked closer, he saw that it was the same little girl from earlier.
Laughing at himself, Pippin said, "Well hello again! How did you get here?" The little girl said nothing, only watched him contently. Leaning the broom against the table, Pippin went over to where the little girl was. Looking out the window, Pippin saw that the little girl's feet were dangling and she was only supported by her elbows. "That must be very uncomfortable," he commented, and gently pulled the little girl in. "There," he said, placing her on the floor inside. The little girl looked about her silently, and then back up at Pippin.
A moment of awkward silence, awkward at least to Pippin, passed. Then Merry, Frodo, and Sam came in. "What are you yelling about, Pip?" Merry asked and then set his eyes on the little girl. "Who's that?" Frodo asked. "Pippin's girlfriend," Merry teased. They all laughed at this, which is why they didn't notice the sweet smile that passed over the little girl's face. "Well she's a little young for me," Pippin joked, "Actually she had lost her little stuffed animal and I gave it back to her. She didn't actually say thank you." Then the thought clicked. "Oh," Pippin said, and then looked down at the little girl. "Is that why you came all this way?" Pippin said, squatting down, "to say thank you?" The little girl said nothing, but after a few moments, nodded her head. She then went over and gave Pippin a hug. At first Pippin was touched by the gesture, but it was a little weird, especially since the little girl showed no sign of pulling away. "Um, I have to get back to work now," Pippin said, gently pulling away. While doing so, he saw something in the little girl's eyes that wasn't normal, in fact it was so intense that Pippin straightened himself to his full height rather quickly. He even took a step backward. The little girl took a step forward, looking up at him silently.
Merry looked at her, and then at Pippin. "The thing must mean a lot to her." He observed. "Um, yeah." Pippin said, a little uneasy. Still the little girl would not speak. It was beginning to get to him. "Well we should be getting back to work," said Frodo. "I promised Uncle Bilbo that I'd have everything cleaned away when he got back." Frodo then looked at the little girl. "Well," he said with a smile, "I don't suppose you want to stay and help do you?" The little girl blinked at him, and then looked at the broom leaning against the table. She walked over and grabbed it, and promptly began sweeping. They all looked at her in amazement. "I was kidding," Frodo had said, but then he shrugged and left the kitchen, Sam behind him. If she wanted to help, let her.
"Well, you can help me in the bedrooms, Pippin," Merry said leaving the kitchen. "Sure," Pippin said as he turned to look at the little girl. She had stopped sweeping and now regarded him lovingly. Still she said nothing. Pippin smiled a little. "Well, I'd better get going," he said, filling the silence. She nodded, but still wouldn't speak. Pippin turned, and promptly walked into the wall. The little girl put a hand to her mouth, as if to stiffle a laugh. Holding his head, Pippin rushed out of the kitchen.
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