Disclaimer- In no way, shape, or form do I own LOTR. This story, however, is my own idea, written originally for a contest on another site (that's why it's so short). I hope you enjoy it, and reviews are always greatly appreciated.
Wishes
"Merry?"
"Hmm?" Merry looked at his younger cousin, who was resting on his back, arms crossed behind his head, watching the stars. The Entmoot had begun yesterday, and already the hobbits were tired of it.
"What d'you think the Ents will decide to do?"
"I dunno, Pip," Merry answered, glancing through the trees as if he could see the meeting. "I hope they'll decide to do something, instead of just waiting for something to happen to them."
"If they decide not to go, d'you think we'll have to attack Isengard all by ourselves and Quickbeam?"
Merry laughed a little. "No. Treebeard would probably come, too." Pippin didn't answer, and not for the first time since they had been kidnapped by the orcs and separated from the rest of the Fellowship, the Brandybuck wondered if anything was wrong with him. It was not really surprising that he was more introspective, but it was so unlike Pippin.
The hobbit in question rolled onto his stomach to face Merry. His green eyes were uncharacteristically solemn and pensive. "Merry?"
"What?"
"Do you...do you think Frodo and Sam are all right?"
Suddenly Merry realized that was what had been troubling the Took. The matter of the other hobbits of the Fellowship had been bothering him, too, but he had tried to keep a cheerful face for his cousin's sake. "I don't know, Pippin."
"Do you think they're still- alive? Or do you think they were captured like us? Or--"
"Pippin!" Merry's voice was reproachful. "How should I know any of these things any more than you?"
Pippin looked down at the grass. "I don't know, Merry. I'm just worried about them."
"I am too." Merry sat down next to Pippin and threw his arm over the younger's shoulders. "What do you feel, Pip? I mean, in your heart. Do you think they're dead or anything?"
Pippin closed his eyes and thought. He thought about Frodo, and tried to remember everything he could about him. Then he thought about Sam, and though he hadn't known him as well as his older cousin, he could still recall a lot about the gardener. He opened his eyes and looked at Merry. "No. I think- they're alive. But I'm still worried about them, Merry, worried a lot."
"It's okay to be worried. Don't be afraid to be worried for the safety of your friends. It's just a sign of how much you miss them." Merry suddenly pointed skyward. "Look, Pip: shooting star!" It was an age-old tradition in the Shire to make wishes on shooting stars, so both hobbits closed their eyes and wished silently for their friends' safety.
Many miles away in the Dead Marshes, Frodo and Sam struggled onwards. In an unexpected movement, Sam pointed up. "Look, Mr. Frodo! A shooting star!"
Gollum scowled as he looked back at them. "Nice hobbitses must go on, yes precious."
Ignoring him for a moment, they closed their eyes and made their own wishes- unknowingly, identical to their friends'.
~Fini~
Wishes
"Merry?"
"Hmm?" Merry looked at his younger cousin, who was resting on his back, arms crossed behind his head, watching the stars. The Entmoot had begun yesterday, and already the hobbits were tired of it.
"What d'you think the Ents will decide to do?"
"I dunno, Pip," Merry answered, glancing through the trees as if he could see the meeting. "I hope they'll decide to do something, instead of just waiting for something to happen to them."
"If they decide not to go, d'you think we'll have to attack Isengard all by ourselves and Quickbeam?"
Merry laughed a little. "No. Treebeard would probably come, too." Pippin didn't answer, and not for the first time since they had been kidnapped by the orcs and separated from the rest of the Fellowship, the Brandybuck wondered if anything was wrong with him. It was not really surprising that he was more introspective, but it was so unlike Pippin.
The hobbit in question rolled onto his stomach to face Merry. His green eyes were uncharacteristically solemn and pensive. "Merry?"
"What?"
"Do you...do you think Frodo and Sam are all right?"
Suddenly Merry realized that was what had been troubling the Took. The matter of the other hobbits of the Fellowship had been bothering him, too, but he had tried to keep a cheerful face for his cousin's sake. "I don't know, Pippin."
"Do you think they're still- alive? Or do you think they were captured like us? Or--"
"Pippin!" Merry's voice was reproachful. "How should I know any of these things any more than you?"
Pippin looked down at the grass. "I don't know, Merry. I'm just worried about them."
"I am too." Merry sat down next to Pippin and threw his arm over the younger's shoulders. "What do you feel, Pip? I mean, in your heart. Do you think they're dead or anything?"
Pippin closed his eyes and thought. He thought about Frodo, and tried to remember everything he could about him. Then he thought about Sam, and though he hadn't known him as well as his older cousin, he could still recall a lot about the gardener. He opened his eyes and looked at Merry. "No. I think- they're alive. But I'm still worried about them, Merry, worried a lot."
"It's okay to be worried. Don't be afraid to be worried for the safety of your friends. It's just a sign of how much you miss them." Merry suddenly pointed skyward. "Look, Pip: shooting star!" It was an age-old tradition in the Shire to make wishes on shooting stars, so both hobbits closed their eyes and wished silently for their friends' safety.
Many miles away in the Dead Marshes, Frodo and Sam struggled onwards. In an unexpected movement, Sam pointed up. "Look, Mr. Frodo! A shooting star!"
Gollum scowled as he looked back at them. "Nice hobbitses must go on, yes precious."
Ignoring him for a moment, they closed their eyes and made their own wishes- unknowingly, identical to their friends'.
~Fini~