Well.this is the final chapter of The Job Series. This is my best chapter
I reckon.
Disclaimer: Lets see.I own an uncompleted sticker album, and a few posters of LoTR.so if you do decide to sue (silly person) that's all you'll get.if you're lucky.Onto the last chapter!
Pippin becomes a chef.
It was that time of day again.morning. Pippin and Merry were not sitting outside. They were sitting inside, in Merry's sitting room. It was raining and they didn't like getting their feet wet. Happily chomping on a biscuit, Pippin looked out of the window.
"Its Sam's birthday soon. What are we buying him?"
"Pip! Don't speak with your mouth full, tis rude."
"Sorry." Pippin replied, spraying Merry with biscuit crumbs.
"We cannot buy him anything. We have no money." Merry replied solemnly.
"Well we could get a job couldn't we?"
"Have you forgotten? We seem to be unlucky in employment, getting fired from three jobs in one month isn't good."
"We never liked those jobs anyways. We should apply for something we enjoy doing." Pippin said, pushing away a stray curl from his eyes.
"Like what?"
"Cooking. We could become chefs at the 'Middle-Earth Hotel'!" Pippin said, his eyes full of excitement.
"Cooking? You? Hahaha! That's a laugh."
"No it isn't. I can cook very well."
"Oh really? Who taught you then?"
"My mother did. What with having sisters, I had to follow in their footsteps and cook. I enjoy cooking you know."
"So why did we have to put up with Sam's cooking when you are a master chef?"
"Meh, I dunno." Pippin shrugged his shoulders. Merry gave him a funny look and went to make some tea. (A/N: just like I have done! Hehe)
"I take mine with three sugars thank you!" Pippin shouted to the kitchen. Merry poked his head around the door and glared at Pippin before returning to the task in hand.
"Now where's that newspaper? I'm sure I saw an advert for a chef." Pippin began rummaging around the table next to his chair. He found the newspaper, named 'Hobbiton Local' and looked for the jobs page. Upon finding it, Pippin threw the rest of the newspaper on the floor and scanned the page. "Aha!" Pippin shouted, pointing his finger to the advert, "I found it!"
"Pippin! You can get your own tea." Merry said, before pointing to the newspaper, "Why is the newspaper strewn all over my floor? I haven't even read it yet!" Merry was peeved. His daily newspaper, which he loved to read when it was all nicely folded, had become the victim of Pippin's job obsession.
"Oh hello Merry. Look what I found! The job thingy for 'Middle-Earth Hilton Hotel'! I'm going right now!"
"Well I'm not going with you."
"Oh come on Merry! Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No!"
"I'll give you my share of chips when we have bacon, egg and chips."
"Throw in half your bacon and we have a deal." Merry said, folding his arms.
"Tch, fine." Pippin said. "Now lets go apply for this job!"
"Okay, but after you drink your tea, its getting cold."
It was still pouring with rain by the time Merry and Pippin finished their tea. They put on their raincoats and got out a large umbrella and headed outside.
"Here, give me the umbrella Pip." Merry said. Pippin did so and Merry opened it. A moth flew out of it.
"So that's where Binky went!" Pippin said, watching 'Binky' fly away.
"Binky? You named a moth 'Binky'?"
"Yes."
"You strange hobbit." Merry said, shaking his head.
"Come on! Go to the stable now!" Pippin yelled, and dragged Merry in the direction of the Hobbit Mobile, which was only a cart painted purple and green, pulled by a Shetland pony.
"Hello Zebedee!" Pippin said, patting the little black pony's head. Zebedee whinnied in return and nodded his head. Merry closed the umbrella, climbed up into the 'drivers seat' and took hold of the reins.
"Merry?"
"What?"
"I think you are forgetting something."
"I am? What am I forgetting?" Pippin pointed to Zebedee, still in his little stable.
"Oh." Merry climbed down from the cart and got Zebedee's harness. Pippin brought him out and Merry quickly tacked him up.
"Right. Now we are ready!" Pippin said. Merry attached the cart to Zebedee and climbed up into the cart once again. Pippin, who sat in the back, looked outside through the stable door, to see the rain coming down as if there was no tomorrow.
"Merry? Aren't we going to put the cover on the cart to keep us dry?" Pippin asked.
"Why didn't you say that BEFORE I got back in?" Merry said as he once again climbed down and got the cover from the back of the room. He quickly put it on the cart and asked Pippin "Anything else?"
"Would you buy me an apple pie?" Merry just scowled and got back into the cart. Pippin grinned and poked Merry, who turned around angrily
"WHAT?" He spat. Pippin shrunk back and then looked down at the floor. Merry followed his gaze until his eyes landed on the umbrella. He looked back at Pippin with a look that said, 'You get it or you'll get something else not very pleasant'. Pippin hurriedly scrambled off the cart and retrieved the umbrella. Just as he sat down, Merry urged Zebedee into a trot and they trotted out of the stable, into the rain.
"I feel sorry for Zebedee you know." Pippin stated, as the cart passed through Hobbiton and headed in the direction of the Brandywine River.
"Why?"
"Because he's getting wet, while we are here all snug and dry."
"Oh, so he should be in here as well? Well he could swap places with you."
"You know what I meant. How much longer? I want to get that chef job before it gets snapped up by some other hobbit."
"A hobbit who is a better chef than you, you mean?" Merry said, with a smirk on his face.
"That's not even funny Merry."
"Really? Zebedee thought it was, didn't you boy?" Zebedee neighed in reply. "See?" Merry laughed.
"But how far are we from the Hotel?"
"Not far, don't worry. Look, its over there." Merry indicated a large building in the distance. "All peoples of Middle-Earth are welcome there, except for orcs and the like. You're not nervous are you Pippin?"
"Me? Nervous? Don't be silly Merry. Its not too late to turn back is it?" Pippin asked nervously.
"Pippin, don't worry. Its only a job."
"My lifelong dream job."
"Okay, it's only your lifelong dream job. There's nothing to worry about." Merry said, trying to help Pippin.
"Oh thanks Merry, that's cheered me up no end."
"Pippin, if you are half as good as you say you are, you'll be fine." Merry said, and saw a small smile appear on Pippin's face.
"Thank you Merry. You're my favourite cousin, do you know that?"
"Yes. Just don't let Frodo hear you say that!" Merry laughed.
By noon, Merry and Pippin arrived at the large hotel. A dwarf valet took away their pony and cart to be looked after behind the building. The hotel was at least 12 floors high and was a cream colour. There were a few steps leading up to the main entrance. Pippin struggled up these, and it wasn't until he reached the top that he saw the path for the hobbits. It was a sloping path, which meant hobbits didn't have to climb the flight of steps. Pippin cursed loudly, which earned him a look of surprise from Merry. Pippin smiled at his cousin and walked into the hotel reception area. Merry followed after him. Pippin went straight up to the desk, which towered over him, even with his height from the Ent Draft.
"Um, excuse me." He said, looking up at the desk.
"Hello?" A woman's voice asked.
"I'm down here!" The receptionist leaned over the desk and looked down at Pippin.
"Hello Sir, what can I do for you?" She asked
"I'm here about the chef job." The receptionist looked at a piece of paper and rang a bell. A fat hobbit came out of a door labelled 'Kitchen'.
"What?" He rudely said.
"This gentlehobbit has come about the chef job. Are you going to test him out?" The fat hobbit looked at Pippin and motioned for him to come closer. Pippin warily walked towards the fat hobbit and could smell that he didn't wash all that often.
"Can you cook?"
"Yes I can cook."
"You're hired." The fat hobbit said and walked off. Pippin blinked and then jumped up and down singing 'I'm hired! I'm hired!'. Merry rolled his eyes. Silly Pippin.
"Sir? I need your name so I can add you to our staff list." The receptionist said. Pippin had forgotten about her.
"Oh, right. It's Peregrin Took. But my friends call me Pippin." He smiled. The receptionist quickly wrote it down and gave Pippin a key.
"This is the key to your room. It's on the ground floor in the Hobbit Wing. Take corridor A to corridor F. Your room is the fifth from the left." The receptionist said, and went back to work, leaving a very confused Pippin.
"Merry."
"Don't worry Pip, I'll help you find it."
After what seemed like forever (But was actually only 2 hours), the two hobbits found Pippin's room. Pippin unlocked the door to a huge room with an en suite bathroom.
"Wow! Pippin, you're living in the lap of luxury! Look at the size of that bed! You could fit at least four Legolases in it!"
"Look! Light goes on, light goes off! I wonder how it does that." Pippin said to himself, as he pushed a button, making the candles re-light themselves.
"Duh Pippin, magic!" Merry rolled his eyes. Pippin ignored Merry and took a running jump and landed on the bed.
"Whee! This will be fun! Are you going to be a chef too Merry?"
"Me? Well I can't cook very well and I have to go back home. You stay here and make money for Sam's birthday present, alright?" Merry said, still standing in the doorway. Pippin had a sad look on his face.
"But I'll be all alone without you.I don't know anyone here and.and." Pippin sniffled. Then a knock on the open door made him smile. The receptionist had come to check everything was ok.
"Peregrin, your kitchen duties start in five minutes. Beezle doesn't like hobbits being late for their duties." She said. Pippin nodded and said he would be along very soon. When she left, Pippin turned and looked at Merry,
"I think I'm in love!"
"Pippin, focus! Job, make money, good. Fall in love with strange receptionist, bad!" Merry said, with a serious tone. Pippin slumped his shoulders and slowly nodded his head.
"Well I had better go. Zebedee needs to go home. I'll come tomorrow to see how you are doing. Bye Cousin!" Merry said, and waved as he left the room. Pippin sighed and threw his bag on the floor.
"Right! Time to go to my brand spanking new job!" Pippin clapped his hands together, grabbed his room key and headed down to the kitchens.
"New boy! I need a large pan of boiling water! Now!" Beezle shouted at poor Pippin who had been ordered to chop up hundreds of onions, causing tears to come to his eyes.
"But I haven't finished this ye-"
"NOW!" Beezle interrupted. Pippin hurriedly got up and began searching the kitchen cupboards for a large pan. He found one, but it had many other pans inside it. He had to pull the other pots and pans out before he could get the large pan out (A/N: I have to do that.annoying). He cursed when one fell on his foot.
"Have you read the sign?" One of the kitchen workers pointed to a sign, which had written on it 'No Cursing Unless Finger Gets Chopped Off'. Pippin apologized and filled the pan with water and put it over the fire to boil it. When it boiled Pippin quickly took it over to Beezle, who scowled at him and mumbled something about a 'lazy newbie'.
"Back to onion cutting now!" Beezle said and walked off with his pan of boiled water. Pippin sighed and sat down, absentmindedly picking up an onion. He cut it into tiny pieces before starting on another one. Why did I take this chef job? I hate it! Pippin began slashing the onion in his hand, imagining it was Beezle. A malicious smile grew on his face. Soon he was throwing the onion on the floor and jumping up and down on it, shouting out very rude things. A few of the staff had stopped preparing the food and were watching the spectacle. Pippin was completely unaware of the staring eyes and continued to stamp on the poor onion.
"What's going on here?!" A voice boomed from behind the small crowd. A few people spread apart to let the head chef through. He didn't expect the sight that beheld him. The newbie was crushing an onion underfoot and turning it into a pulp. He was amazed. He had never gotten onions to look that mashed. He advanced towards Pippin, who was now conscious of Beezle's presence. 'Now I'm in for it.' He thought.
"Mr. Took!" Pippin blinked. "That's amazing! I have never seen onions so finely mashed! What's your secret?" The head cook asked. Pippin blinked again. Beezle said something nice? Well sort of.
"Uh.Big feet?"
"You mean feet aren't just for walking and tripping postmen up?" Beezle asked, surprised. Pippin nodded, then an idea formed in his head.
"I've thought of copyrighting it, and make millions." Pippin said.
"No, we should keep it to the Hotel, and make the Hotel well-known. Would you keep it within the walls of this kitchen?"
"We-ell.I have a friend, whose birthday is coming up. And I'm strapped for cash." Pippin was overjoyed. He had Beezle practically eating out of his hand.
"How much do you want for the technique?"
"How much are you offering?" Pippin asked
"£10,000 enough for you? Or is it too low?" Pippin's eyes nearly fell out of his head when he heard the amount.
"£10,000 will be fine thank you! Just don't go selling it on to other hotels. It must stay in this room."
"Yes yes! Of course!" Beezle said, and handed him a cheque he had been writing out as Pippin thanked him.
"You may as well look for another chef. I don't think my cooking will match yours Beezle. I'm handing in my notice. I will leave tomorrow morning." Pippin said. Beezle nodded, and clapped him on the back.
"You've done a great deed, lad!" Pippin smirked. 'I've done bigger and greater deeds.'
"You can leave early if you want Mr. Took." Beezle said. Pippin nodded and left the kitchen and headed to his room. Once there, he collapsed on the bed in fits of laughter.
"What an idiot! I was jumping on that onion because he wasn't nice to me. And he gives me £10,000 for it! Merry will be surprised!" He said, and got ready for bed. He had already eaten (he had stolen a few mushrooms in the kitchen) and decided to go to sleep. He climbed into bed and immediately fell asleep.
Pippin started out early from the Hotel. He handed in his key at reception and walked out of the entrance. He was just about to walk down the steps when he remembered the hobbit slope. He went down that instead and walked in the direction of home. Meanwhile, Merry had started out with Zebedee and the cart. He was about halfway to the hotel, when he spotted a figure walking the opposite way. As he drew closer, he realised it was Pippin.
"Pippin! Ahoy!" Merry shouted waving his hands, and looking like a fool. Zebedee just snorted, obviously embarrassed. Pippin ran to the cart.
"Hello Merry, Zebedee."
"What happened? Oh wait, don't tell me.you ate all the food in the kitchen and got fired?"
"No Merry I."
"You smashed all the plates?"
"Shows how much faith you have in me. No Merry, I did not get fired."
"Well, why are you walking along the road with your bag?"
"I quit" Pippin said
"You what? We need the money for Sam's birthday present!"
"Ah, but my dear Merry, we do have the money!" Pippin said and waved the cheque in Merry's face.
"How did you get that? Tell me!" Merry demanded.
"Let me get on the cart first and then I will." Merry helped Pippin up and they headed back home. Pippin told Merry about the stupidity of Beezle and showed him the stomping technique, which earned him a telling off from Merry because Pippin nearly rammed his foot through the wood.
"What are we buying Sam for his birthday then?" Merry asked Pippin.
"Doesn't he have a mouse problem in his kitchen?"
"Yes, why?"
"I know what to get him for his birthday." Pippin grinned.
"Thank you all for coming to my birthday celebrations." Sam said to the large crowd. In the crowd were Aragorn and Arwen, who had come to wish their dear friend happy birthday. Most of the gifts had been opened and many were things for the garden. Pippin greeted Sam and gave him a large box.
"Here you go Sam. Present from Merry and myself."
"Thank you Pippin." Sam said, as he opened the box. A small tiger cub jumped out and mewed.
"Um.Pippin? What's that?"
"It's a cat, to get rid of your mouse problem."
"That's not a cat.it's a tiger!"
"Its used to hobbits don't worry."
"I see." Sam said. He once again thanked Pippin, if not a little less enthusiastically and took the cub inside the house. He closed the door and came back.
"I must go now. I don't like leaving Merry alone with all the money." Pippin said and ran off.
"Money? What money?" Sam asked himself, slightly confused, before joining in with the celebrations once again.
The End.
I liked that chapter.even if it did go off track slightly.Oh well. Only 2 weeks until Lord of the Rings comes out on DVD and Video! Wahey! R/R please!
Welsh-dragoon
Disclaimer: Lets see.I own an uncompleted sticker album, and a few posters of LoTR.so if you do decide to sue (silly person) that's all you'll get.if you're lucky.Onto the last chapter!
Pippin becomes a chef.
It was that time of day again.morning. Pippin and Merry were not sitting outside. They were sitting inside, in Merry's sitting room. It was raining and they didn't like getting their feet wet. Happily chomping on a biscuit, Pippin looked out of the window.
"Its Sam's birthday soon. What are we buying him?"
"Pip! Don't speak with your mouth full, tis rude."
"Sorry." Pippin replied, spraying Merry with biscuit crumbs.
"We cannot buy him anything. We have no money." Merry replied solemnly.
"Well we could get a job couldn't we?"
"Have you forgotten? We seem to be unlucky in employment, getting fired from three jobs in one month isn't good."
"We never liked those jobs anyways. We should apply for something we enjoy doing." Pippin said, pushing away a stray curl from his eyes.
"Like what?"
"Cooking. We could become chefs at the 'Middle-Earth Hotel'!" Pippin said, his eyes full of excitement.
"Cooking? You? Hahaha! That's a laugh."
"No it isn't. I can cook very well."
"Oh really? Who taught you then?"
"My mother did. What with having sisters, I had to follow in their footsteps and cook. I enjoy cooking you know."
"So why did we have to put up with Sam's cooking when you are a master chef?"
"Meh, I dunno." Pippin shrugged his shoulders. Merry gave him a funny look and went to make some tea. (A/N: just like I have done! Hehe)
"I take mine with three sugars thank you!" Pippin shouted to the kitchen. Merry poked his head around the door and glared at Pippin before returning to the task in hand.
"Now where's that newspaper? I'm sure I saw an advert for a chef." Pippin began rummaging around the table next to his chair. He found the newspaper, named 'Hobbiton Local' and looked for the jobs page. Upon finding it, Pippin threw the rest of the newspaper on the floor and scanned the page. "Aha!" Pippin shouted, pointing his finger to the advert, "I found it!"
"Pippin! You can get your own tea." Merry said, before pointing to the newspaper, "Why is the newspaper strewn all over my floor? I haven't even read it yet!" Merry was peeved. His daily newspaper, which he loved to read when it was all nicely folded, had become the victim of Pippin's job obsession.
"Oh hello Merry. Look what I found! The job thingy for 'Middle-Earth Hilton Hotel'! I'm going right now!"
"Well I'm not going with you."
"Oh come on Merry! Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No!"
"I'll give you my share of chips when we have bacon, egg and chips."
"Throw in half your bacon and we have a deal." Merry said, folding his arms.
"Tch, fine." Pippin said. "Now lets go apply for this job!"
"Okay, but after you drink your tea, its getting cold."
It was still pouring with rain by the time Merry and Pippin finished their tea. They put on their raincoats and got out a large umbrella and headed outside.
"Here, give me the umbrella Pip." Merry said. Pippin did so and Merry opened it. A moth flew out of it.
"So that's where Binky went!" Pippin said, watching 'Binky' fly away.
"Binky? You named a moth 'Binky'?"
"Yes."
"You strange hobbit." Merry said, shaking his head.
"Come on! Go to the stable now!" Pippin yelled, and dragged Merry in the direction of the Hobbit Mobile, which was only a cart painted purple and green, pulled by a Shetland pony.
"Hello Zebedee!" Pippin said, patting the little black pony's head. Zebedee whinnied in return and nodded his head. Merry closed the umbrella, climbed up into the 'drivers seat' and took hold of the reins.
"Merry?"
"What?"
"I think you are forgetting something."
"I am? What am I forgetting?" Pippin pointed to Zebedee, still in his little stable.
"Oh." Merry climbed down from the cart and got Zebedee's harness. Pippin brought him out and Merry quickly tacked him up.
"Right. Now we are ready!" Pippin said. Merry attached the cart to Zebedee and climbed up into the cart once again. Pippin, who sat in the back, looked outside through the stable door, to see the rain coming down as if there was no tomorrow.
"Merry? Aren't we going to put the cover on the cart to keep us dry?" Pippin asked.
"Why didn't you say that BEFORE I got back in?" Merry said as he once again climbed down and got the cover from the back of the room. He quickly put it on the cart and asked Pippin "Anything else?"
"Would you buy me an apple pie?" Merry just scowled and got back into the cart. Pippin grinned and poked Merry, who turned around angrily
"WHAT?" He spat. Pippin shrunk back and then looked down at the floor. Merry followed his gaze until his eyes landed on the umbrella. He looked back at Pippin with a look that said, 'You get it or you'll get something else not very pleasant'. Pippin hurriedly scrambled off the cart and retrieved the umbrella. Just as he sat down, Merry urged Zebedee into a trot and they trotted out of the stable, into the rain.
"I feel sorry for Zebedee you know." Pippin stated, as the cart passed through Hobbiton and headed in the direction of the Brandywine River.
"Why?"
"Because he's getting wet, while we are here all snug and dry."
"Oh, so he should be in here as well? Well he could swap places with you."
"You know what I meant. How much longer? I want to get that chef job before it gets snapped up by some other hobbit."
"A hobbit who is a better chef than you, you mean?" Merry said, with a smirk on his face.
"That's not even funny Merry."
"Really? Zebedee thought it was, didn't you boy?" Zebedee neighed in reply. "See?" Merry laughed.
"But how far are we from the Hotel?"
"Not far, don't worry. Look, its over there." Merry indicated a large building in the distance. "All peoples of Middle-Earth are welcome there, except for orcs and the like. You're not nervous are you Pippin?"
"Me? Nervous? Don't be silly Merry. Its not too late to turn back is it?" Pippin asked nervously.
"Pippin, don't worry. Its only a job."
"My lifelong dream job."
"Okay, it's only your lifelong dream job. There's nothing to worry about." Merry said, trying to help Pippin.
"Oh thanks Merry, that's cheered me up no end."
"Pippin, if you are half as good as you say you are, you'll be fine." Merry said, and saw a small smile appear on Pippin's face.
"Thank you Merry. You're my favourite cousin, do you know that?"
"Yes. Just don't let Frodo hear you say that!" Merry laughed.
By noon, Merry and Pippin arrived at the large hotel. A dwarf valet took away their pony and cart to be looked after behind the building. The hotel was at least 12 floors high and was a cream colour. There were a few steps leading up to the main entrance. Pippin struggled up these, and it wasn't until he reached the top that he saw the path for the hobbits. It was a sloping path, which meant hobbits didn't have to climb the flight of steps. Pippin cursed loudly, which earned him a look of surprise from Merry. Pippin smiled at his cousin and walked into the hotel reception area. Merry followed after him. Pippin went straight up to the desk, which towered over him, even with his height from the Ent Draft.
"Um, excuse me." He said, looking up at the desk.
"Hello?" A woman's voice asked.
"I'm down here!" The receptionist leaned over the desk and looked down at Pippin.
"Hello Sir, what can I do for you?" She asked
"I'm here about the chef job." The receptionist looked at a piece of paper and rang a bell. A fat hobbit came out of a door labelled 'Kitchen'.
"What?" He rudely said.
"This gentlehobbit has come about the chef job. Are you going to test him out?" The fat hobbit looked at Pippin and motioned for him to come closer. Pippin warily walked towards the fat hobbit and could smell that he didn't wash all that often.
"Can you cook?"
"Yes I can cook."
"You're hired." The fat hobbit said and walked off. Pippin blinked and then jumped up and down singing 'I'm hired! I'm hired!'. Merry rolled his eyes. Silly Pippin.
"Sir? I need your name so I can add you to our staff list." The receptionist said. Pippin had forgotten about her.
"Oh, right. It's Peregrin Took. But my friends call me Pippin." He smiled. The receptionist quickly wrote it down and gave Pippin a key.
"This is the key to your room. It's on the ground floor in the Hobbit Wing. Take corridor A to corridor F. Your room is the fifth from the left." The receptionist said, and went back to work, leaving a very confused Pippin.
"Merry."
"Don't worry Pip, I'll help you find it."
After what seemed like forever (But was actually only 2 hours), the two hobbits found Pippin's room. Pippin unlocked the door to a huge room with an en suite bathroom.
"Wow! Pippin, you're living in the lap of luxury! Look at the size of that bed! You could fit at least four Legolases in it!"
"Look! Light goes on, light goes off! I wonder how it does that." Pippin said to himself, as he pushed a button, making the candles re-light themselves.
"Duh Pippin, magic!" Merry rolled his eyes. Pippin ignored Merry and took a running jump and landed on the bed.
"Whee! This will be fun! Are you going to be a chef too Merry?"
"Me? Well I can't cook very well and I have to go back home. You stay here and make money for Sam's birthday present, alright?" Merry said, still standing in the doorway. Pippin had a sad look on his face.
"But I'll be all alone without you.I don't know anyone here and.and." Pippin sniffled. Then a knock on the open door made him smile. The receptionist had come to check everything was ok.
"Peregrin, your kitchen duties start in five minutes. Beezle doesn't like hobbits being late for their duties." She said. Pippin nodded and said he would be along very soon. When she left, Pippin turned and looked at Merry,
"I think I'm in love!"
"Pippin, focus! Job, make money, good. Fall in love with strange receptionist, bad!" Merry said, with a serious tone. Pippin slumped his shoulders and slowly nodded his head.
"Well I had better go. Zebedee needs to go home. I'll come tomorrow to see how you are doing. Bye Cousin!" Merry said, and waved as he left the room. Pippin sighed and threw his bag on the floor.
"Right! Time to go to my brand spanking new job!" Pippin clapped his hands together, grabbed his room key and headed down to the kitchens.
"New boy! I need a large pan of boiling water! Now!" Beezle shouted at poor Pippin who had been ordered to chop up hundreds of onions, causing tears to come to his eyes.
"But I haven't finished this ye-"
"NOW!" Beezle interrupted. Pippin hurriedly got up and began searching the kitchen cupboards for a large pan. He found one, but it had many other pans inside it. He had to pull the other pots and pans out before he could get the large pan out (A/N: I have to do that.annoying). He cursed when one fell on his foot.
"Have you read the sign?" One of the kitchen workers pointed to a sign, which had written on it 'No Cursing Unless Finger Gets Chopped Off'. Pippin apologized and filled the pan with water and put it over the fire to boil it. When it boiled Pippin quickly took it over to Beezle, who scowled at him and mumbled something about a 'lazy newbie'.
"Back to onion cutting now!" Beezle said and walked off with his pan of boiled water. Pippin sighed and sat down, absentmindedly picking up an onion. He cut it into tiny pieces before starting on another one. Why did I take this chef job? I hate it! Pippin began slashing the onion in his hand, imagining it was Beezle. A malicious smile grew on his face. Soon he was throwing the onion on the floor and jumping up and down on it, shouting out very rude things. A few of the staff had stopped preparing the food and were watching the spectacle. Pippin was completely unaware of the staring eyes and continued to stamp on the poor onion.
"What's going on here?!" A voice boomed from behind the small crowd. A few people spread apart to let the head chef through. He didn't expect the sight that beheld him. The newbie was crushing an onion underfoot and turning it into a pulp. He was amazed. He had never gotten onions to look that mashed. He advanced towards Pippin, who was now conscious of Beezle's presence. 'Now I'm in for it.' He thought.
"Mr. Took!" Pippin blinked. "That's amazing! I have never seen onions so finely mashed! What's your secret?" The head cook asked. Pippin blinked again. Beezle said something nice? Well sort of.
"Uh.Big feet?"
"You mean feet aren't just for walking and tripping postmen up?" Beezle asked, surprised. Pippin nodded, then an idea formed in his head.
"I've thought of copyrighting it, and make millions." Pippin said.
"No, we should keep it to the Hotel, and make the Hotel well-known. Would you keep it within the walls of this kitchen?"
"We-ell.I have a friend, whose birthday is coming up. And I'm strapped for cash." Pippin was overjoyed. He had Beezle practically eating out of his hand.
"How much do you want for the technique?"
"How much are you offering?" Pippin asked
"£10,000 enough for you? Or is it too low?" Pippin's eyes nearly fell out of his head when he heard the amount.
"£10,000 will be fine thank you! Just don't go selling it on to other hotels. It must stay in this room."
"Yes yes! Of course!" Beezle said, and handed him a cheque he had been writing out as Pippin thanked him.
"You may as well look for another chef. I don't think my cooking will match yours Beezle. I'm handing in my notice. I will leave tomorrow morning." Pippin said. Beezle nodded, and clapped him on the back.
"You've done a great deed, lad!" Pippin smirked. 'I've done bigger and greater deeds.'
"You can leave early if you want Mr. Took." Beezle said. Pippin nodded and left the kitchen and headed to his room. Once there, he collapsed on the bed in fits of laughter.
"What an idiot! I was jumping on that onion because he wasn't nice to me. And he gives me £10,000 for it! Merry will be surprised!" He said, and got ready for bed. He had already eaten (he had stolen a few mushrooms in the kitchen) and decided to go to sleep. He climbed into bed and immediately fell asleep.
Pippin started out early from the Hotel. He handed in his key at reception and walked out of the entrance. He was just about to walk down the steps when he remembered the hobbit slope. He went down that instead and walked in the direction of home. Meanwhile, Merry had started out with Zebedee and the cart. He was about halfway to the hotel, when he spotted a figure walking the opposite way. As he drew closer, he realised it was Pippin.
"Pippin! Ahoy!" Merry shouted waving his hands, and looking like a fool. Zebedee just snorted, obviously embarrassed. Pippin ran to the cart.
"Hello Merry, Zebedee."
"What happened? Oh wait, don't tell me.you ate all the food in the kitchen and got fired?"
"No Merry I."
"You smashed all the plates?"
"Shows how much faith you have in me. No Merry, I did not get fired."
"Well, why are you walking along the road with your bag?"
"I quit" Pippin said
"You what? We need the money for Sam's birthday present!"
"Ah, but my dear Merry, we do have the money!" Pippin said and waved the cheque in Merry's face.
"How did you get that? Tell me!" Merry demanded.
"Let me get on the cart first and then I will." Merry helped Pippin up and they headed back home. Pippin told Merry about the stupidity of Beezle and showed him the stomping technique, which earned him a telling off from Merry because Pippin nearly rammed his foot through the wood.
"What are we buying Sam for his birthday then?" Merry asked Pippin.
"Doesn't he have a mouse problem in his kitchen?"
"Yes, why?"
"I know what to get him for his birthday." Pippin grinned.
"Thank you all for coming to my birthday celebrations." Sam said to the large crowd. In the crowd were Aragorn and Arwen, who had come to wish their dear friend happy birthday. Most of the gifts had been opened and many were things for the garden. Pippin greeted Sam and gave him a large box.
"Here you go Sam. Present from Merry and myself."
"Thank you Pippin." Sam said, as he opened the box. A small tiger cub jumped out and mewed.
"Um.Pippin? What's that?"
"It's a cat, to get rid of your mouse problem."
"That's not a cat.it's a tiger!"
"Its used to hobbits don't worry."
"I see." Sam said. He once again thanked Pippin, if not a little less enthusiastically and took the cub inside the house. He closed the door and came back.
"I must go now. I don't like leaving Merry alone with all the money." Pippin said and ran off.
"Money? What money?" Sam asked himself, slightly confused, before joining in with the celebrations once again.
The End.
I liked that chapter.even if it did go off track slightly.Oh well. Only 2 weeks until Lord of the Rings comes out on DVD and Video! Wahey! R/R please!
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