(sorry about the long wait! i had a serious case of writer's block for this chapter. writer's block can be very evil!)
Chapter Ten: Question and Answer:
In the days following, Primrose found herself in the company of Pippin and Merry. It was not because she did not like Bilbo and Frodo, she just had more fun with Merry and Pippin. They spent their days in Maggots' crops.
One day after getting what they had got from the crops, the three had found themselves running back to their homes. They had stopped though, to rest. The three had sat down on a soft mound of grass that was under a large tree. The shade from the tree, had helped cool them off.
"You know," said Primrose. "I'm really getting sick of those dogs of his."
Merry let out a laugh. "I couldn't agree with more."
"I just hope, if he comes to the festival he doesn't bring those dogs of his." replied Pippin.
"Speaking of the festival," Merry said with a sly grin on his face. "Has anyone asked you to it yet Primrose?"
"No, not yet." she answered.
"Oh really?" he said as he eyed his cousin.
A few days earlier, Pippin and Merry had taken a walk, and Pippin had admitted to Merry that he did like Primrose. Of course, Merry had all ready guessed that. The only problem was, that Pipin was too nervous to say anything.
"Yes." Primrose said. "Why? Do you want to ask me?"
Merry let out a laugh. "No, sorry milady, but someone else does."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Merry stood up. The others followed. He then said: "I'm going to go ahead." he started walking off.
Primrose turned to Pippin and asked: "What did he mean about someone else wants to ask me?"
Pippin blushed.
"Do you know anyone who would?" she asked him. "Because I would really like to know who this lad is because I do not wish go to this festival alone."
'I guess it's now or never.' Pippin thought to himself. He then took a deep breath, and asked her to the festival.
Primrose smiled and answered him. "Of course, I will join you at the festival."
"Thank you." he replied to her.
They then rejoined Merry who was ahead of them all ready. Merry could see by the smile on his friends faces, that Pippin had asked Primrose to the festival. He was glad for his cousin.
Merry and Pippin had walked Primrose home. Merry had left before Pippin had. Pippin had stayed behind. The two were now outside of Bilbo's Hobbit hole. Before he left, he had gave Primrose a quick kiss on the check. Then left.
Primrose blushed slightly, and then went inside. She was greeted by Bilbo and Frodo. They had asked her how her day went, and she had answered them: "It was great!"
The following night, Primrose and Frodo were left alone in the hole. Bilbo had gone out to see a friend. He told them he would not be long. Frodo didn't mind that all. He was finally going to ask Primrose to festival.
The two were now in the living room. Primrose was reading Bilbo's book, and Frodo sat quiet for a moment. 'How will ask her?' he thought to himself. 'Just go with what your heart tells you.' Frodo answered hismelf.
"Primrose," said Frodo, somewhat nervously. "May I ask you a question?"
Primrose looked up from the book. "Yes, you may."
"All right," he replied, as he took a deep breath. "I was wondering if you would join me at the festival?" he asked her in a fast manner, but Primrose caught the words he said.
A sad look came upon her face. Frodo didn't like that. "I'm really sorry Frodo." she said to him. "But Pippin had all ready asked me, and I will be joining him at the festival."
"Oh..." Frodo said, sadly.
"Like I said before, I'm really sorry." she said to him.
Primrose couldn't take the saddness in her friend's eyes any longer, and she got up and left the living room. Frodo was now alone. He sat there in his chair, with a heavy heart. Frodo didn't know what to do now. Who was he going to go with the festival now?
To Be Continued...
[well, how did you like this chapter? sorry if this isn't romantic enough chapter. i'm not good when it comes to the romantic department, but i like how this chapter came out. i hope you liked how it came out. once again, sorry for the long wait. untill next time, which i hope isn't as long...]
Chapter Ten: Question and Answer:
In the days following, Primrose found herself in the company of Pippin and Merry. It was not because she did not like Bilbo and Frodo, she just had more fun with Merry and Pippin. They spent their days in Maggots' crops.
One day after getting what they had got from the crops, the three had found themselves running back to their homes. They had stopped though, to rest. The three had sat down on a soft mound of grass that was under a large tree. The shade from the tree, had helped cool them off.
"You know," said Primrose. "I'm really getting sick of those dogs of his."
Merry let out a laugh. "I couldn't agree with more."
"I just hope, if he comes to the festival he doesn't bring those dogs of his." replied Pippin.
"Speaking of the festival," Merry said with a sly grin on his face. "Has anyone asked you to it yet Primrose?"
"No, not yet." she answered.
"Oh really?" he said as he eyed his cousin.
A few days earlier, Pippin and Merry had taken a walk, and Pippin had admitted to Merry that he did like Primrose. Of course, Merry had all ready guessed that. The only problem was, that Pipin was too nervous to say anything.
"Yes." Primrose said. "Why? Do you want to ask me?"
Merry let out a laugh. "No, sorry milady, but someone else does."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Merry stood up. The others followed. He then said: "I'm going to go ahead." he started walking off.
Primrose turned to Pippin and asked: "What did he mean about someone else wants to ask me?"
Pippin blushed.
"Do you know anyone who would?" she asked him. "Because I would really like to know who this lad is because I do not wish go to this festival alone."
'I guess it's now or never.' Pippin thought to himself. He then took a deep breath, and asked her to the festival.
Primrose smiled and answered him. "Of course, I will join you at the festival."
"Thank you." he replied to her.
They then rejoined Merry who was ahead of them all ready. Merry could see by the smile on his friends faces, that Pippin had asked Primrose to the festival. He was glad for his cousin.
Merry and Pippin had walked Primrose home. Merry had left before Pippin had. Pippin had stayed behind. The two were now outside of Bilbo's Hobbit hole. Before he left, he had gave Primrose a quick kiss on the check. Then left.
Primrose blushed slightly, and then went inside. She was greeted by Bilbo and Frodo. They had asked her how her day went, and she had answered them: "It was great!"
The following night, Primrose and Frodo were left alone in the hole. Bilbo had gone out to see a friend. He told them he would not be long. Frodo didn't mind that all. He was finally going to ask Primrose to festival.
The two were now in the living room. Primrose was reading Bilbo's book, and Frodo sat quiet for a moment. 'How will ask her?' he thought to himself. 'Just go with what your heart tells you.' Frodo answered hismelf.
"Primrose," said Frodo, somewhat nervously. "May I ask you a question?"
Primrose looked up from the book. "Yes, you may."
"All right," he replied, as he took a deep breath. "I was wondering if you would join me at the festival?" he asked her in a fast manner, but Primrose caught the words he said.
A sad look came upon her face. Frodo didn't like that. "I'm really sorry Frodo." she said to him. "But Pippin had all ready asked me, and I will be joining him at the festival."
"Oh..." Frodo said, sadly.
"Like I said before, I'm really sorry." she said to him.
Primrose couldn't take the saddness in her friend's eyes any longer, and she got up and left the living room. Frodo was now alone. He sat there in his chair, with a heavy heart. Frodo didn't know what to do now. Who was he going to go with the festival now?
To Be Continued...
[well, how did you like this chapter? sorry if this isn't romantic enough chapter. i'm not good when it comes to the romantic department, but i like how this chapter came out. i hope you liked how it came out. once again, sorry for the long wait. untill next time, which i hope isn't as long...]