A/N: Now, you all have to understand that for some reason beyond the
author's control, hobbits and 13 (averaging here) year old girls are the
same height. In fact, Tara, Krista and I have sort of been turned into
hobbits, without the hairy feet. We're the same height somehow. Ya got
it?? Good.
Rating: PG-13?? There's some cursing, one of my bad habbits *so scared* (that was sarcasm folks...). And there's the whole, heh, love thang ("thang" if officially a word. Don't argue with me.). I have no idea. So, PG-13. Just to be on the safe side? O_o;;
Disclaimer: Some changes in this now. Merry is Tara's. Krista is Pippin's. And Frodo is mine! Mine, I say!! Sam too. Both mine! Muahahahahaaa-- *is clunked over the head with a large metal object*
Feedback: A bar of dark Godiva chocolate (Damn that stuff's good) for every review... You may purchase another bar with the $5 from my "Behold, The Great Realm of Mess Ups" fic.
"I Was Strollin' Through the Shire One Day..."
Chapter 4: Oh, The Confusion
"Hey, you're kinda cute," said Tara, staring at Merry, who was staring back.
Everyone turned to look at Tara. Krista's mouth fell open, "Traitor!!!"
"Hmm?" she said, still staring at Merry, "I'm not! Legolas is still better."
"Yes, he is," said Merry.
Pippin tugged on his shirt sleeve, "Who's Legolas?"
"Hmm? Oh, I have no idea," said Merry.
"So you're saying it's OK that I'm obsessed with Legolas?"
"Sure."
"And you don't hate me or anything?"
"Of course not."
"Wheee!!"
"Wow, you're energetic aren't you?"
"Hell yes!!! And *you're* freaking hot!!" said Tara, and lunged herself at Merry.
"Well, I don't know about hot... I don't have a fever or anything, silly."
"Damnit you're hot and yummy and spicy and I WANNA EAT YOU ALL UP!"
"Hobbits aren't edible, last time I checked. I dunno, ask Frodo," he said and winked at his cousin. Frodo turned a lovely shade of rose. Merry grinned, "Or better yet, ask *Liz*." Tara cackled and huggled the stuffing out of Merry.
"Say WHAT??" I said, "I thought I'd never been here before!"
Merry looked at me then, slightly blue from Tara's merciless embrace, "Oh don't play 'innocent girl from the future' with *me*." He stuck out his tongue.
"But Sam said he'd never seen me before..."
Merry laughed and Frodo started speaking, "Well, yes, but..."
"What?!" I practically shrieked. This was terribly confusing. Right, let's go over things now and figure it out: I'd been to Middle-earth before and seen Sam and then Frodo. Now I come back and Sam can't remember me. I meet Frodo again and *he* can remember me. Now his cousin seems to have all the answers.
Krista had been watching the conversation with intense interest. Tara loves a hobbit, Liz is being accused of doing *something* with Frodo, and Merry is showing her up. Most amusing. Before long she felt herself the target of someone's gaze. She decided to figure out who it was before turning to look at them, so that she'd be equipped with a proper insult. Let's see, Merry was too busy trying to hug Tara and talk to Liz at the same time. Frodo was too busy trying to keep his blush down and think of an explanation. And Liz was too busy trying to carry on a conversation with Merry, figure things out, and keep *herself* from blushing... at the same time. By process of elimination this had to be Pippin. Right. Mhmm. Hoold up, this had to be Pippin?!
Krista turned to the hobbit staring up at her (he's just a lil guy...). "What?" she said tonelessly.
"Are you an Elf?" asked Pippin.
"No, but I sure as hell wish I was."
"Oh," he lowered his gaze and shuffled his feet. Looking back up at her with soft grey eyes he asked, "What'cha doing?"
"Nothing."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Well you see..."
"Why?"
Krista gaped at him, unable to comprehend how the Took could keep asking that damned question in the same singsong voice and still look innocent.
"Aaahhhgghh!!"
"Why?" he asked, smiling as if "Aaahhhgghh" were a word of praise.
So while Krista was occupied with this little battle of wits, well, battle of wits verses naiveté, I was trying to understand how I could've done (cough) *something* with Frodo if I'd never met him before...
"Hey Merry?" asked Tara, still firmly planted in his arms.
"Yes?"
"You're a hottie!!!"
"Excus-" Tara kissed him before he could respond. Merry tried to continue talking, "You see... Liz... you *were*-Tara! Stop tha-here befo..." but eventually shrugged his shoulders helplessly at me and gave up.
"Right," I said and plopped down into a chair. It was a wooden chair without a cushion. Ouc-h.
"Umm, so..." Frodo started.
It was in this moment, that I realized how malnourished Frodo's communion skills were.
"All right, hobbit, tell me the whole story. Now!"
"Well..."
"I mean it!" shouted Krista, causing us both to turn in her direction.
"I know, I know, but *why*?" persisted Pippin, who was clinging to her arm.
"Gagglesnoogenboard, get OFF!"
After shooting a hearty "O_O" in their direction I returned my gaze to Frodo, brushing past Merry and Tara kissing like heck. I was about to make some snide remark or other when I found Frodo's dark blue eyes and he kissed a very, very, bewildered me.
Rating: PG-13?? There's some cursing, one of my bad habbits *so scared* (that was sarcasm folks...). And there's the whole, heh, love thang ("thang" if officially a word. Don't argue with me.). I have no idea. So, PG-13. Just to be on the safe side? O_o;;
Disclaimer: Some changes in this now. Merry is Tara's. Krista is Pippin's. And Frodo is mine! Mine, I say!! Sam too. Both mine! Muahahahahaaa-- *is clunked over the head with a large metal object*
Feedback: A bar of dark Godiva chocolate (Damn that stuff's good) for every review... You may purchase another bar with the $5 from my "Behold, The Great Realm of Mess Ups" fic.
"I Was Strollin' Through the Shire One Day..."
Chapter 4: Oh, The Confusion
"Hey, you're kinda cute," said Tara, staring at Merry, who was staring back.
Everyone turned to look at Tara. Krista's mouth fell open, "Traitor!!!"
"Hmm?" she said, still staring at Merry, "I'm not! Legolas is still better."
"Yes, he is," said Merry.
Pippin tugged on his shirt sleeve, "Who's Legolas?"
"Hmm? Oh, I have no idea," said Merry.
"So you're saying it's OK that I'm obsessed with Legolas?"
"Sure."
"And you don't hate me or anything?"
"Of course not."
"Wheee!!"
"Wow, you're energetic aren't you?"
"Hell yes!!! And *you're* freaking hot!!" said Tara, and lunged herself at Merry.
"Well, I don't know about hot... I don't have a fever or anything, silly."
"Damnit you're hot and yummy and spicy and I WANNA EAT YOU ALL UP!"
"Hobbits aren't edible, last time I checked. I dunno, ask Frodo," he said and winked at his cousin. Frodo turned a lovely shade of rose. Merry grinned, "Or better yet, ask *Liz*." Tara cackled and huggled the stuffing out of Merry.
"Say WHAT??" I said, "I thought I'd never been here before!"
Merry looked at me then, slightly blue from Tara's merciless embrace, "Oh don't play 'innocent girl from the future' with *me*." He stuck out his tongue.
"But Sam said he'd never seen me before..."
Merry laughed and Frodo started speaking, "Well, yes, but..."
"What?!" I practically shrieked. This was terribly confusing. Right, let's go over things now and figure it out: I'd been to Middle-earth before and seen Sam and then Frodo. Now I come back and Sam can't remember me. I meet Frodo again and *he* can remember me. Now his cousin seems to have all the answers.
Krista had been watching the conversation with intense interest. Tara loves a hobbit, Liz is being accused of doing *something* with Frodo, and Merry is showing her up. Most amusing. Before long she felt herself the target of someone's gaze. She decided to figure out who it was before turning to look at them, so that she'd be equipped with a proper insult. Let's see, Merry was too busy trying to hug Tara and talk to Liz at the same time. Frodo was too busy trying to keep his blush down and think of an explanation. And Liz was too busy trying to carry on a conversation with Merry, figure things out, and keep *herself* from blushing... at the same time. By process of elimination this had to be Pippin. Right. Mhmm. Hoold up, this had to be Pippin?!
Krista turned to the hobbit staring up at her (he's just a lil guy...). "What?" she said tonelessly.
"Are you an Elf?" asked Pippin.
"No, but I sure as hell wish I was."
"Oh," he lowered his gaze and shuffled his feet. Looking back up at her with soft grey eyes he asked, "What'cha doing?"
"Nothing."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Well you see..."
"Why?"
Krista gaped at him, unable to comprehend how the Took could keep asking that damned question in the same singsong voice and still look innocent.
"Aaahhhgghh!!"
"Why?" he asked, smiling as if "Aaahhhgghh" were a word of praise.
So while Krista was occupied with this little battle of wits, well, battle of wits verses naiveté, I was trying to understand how I could've done (cough) *something* with Frodo if I'd never met him before...
"Hey Merry?" asked Tara, still firmly planted in his arms.
"Yes?"
"You're a hottie!!!"
"Excus-" Tara kissed him before he could respond. Merry tried to continue talking, "You see... Liz... you *were*-Tara! Stop tha-here befo..." but eventually shrugged his shoulders helplessly at me and gave up.
"Right," I said and plopped down into a chair. It was a wooden chair without a cushion. Ouc-h.
"Umm, so..." Frodo started.
It was in this moment, that I realized how malnourished Frodo's communion skills were.
"All right, hobbit, tell me the whole story. Now!"
"Well..."
"I mean it!" shouted Krista, causing us both to turn in her direction.
"I know, I know, but *why*?" persisted Pippin, who was clinging to her arm.
"Gagglesnoogenboard, get OFF!"
After shooting a hearty "O_O" in their direction I returned my gaze to Frodo, brushing past Merry and Tara kissing like heck. I was about to make some snide remark or other when I found Frodo's dark blue eyes and he kissed a very, very, bewildered me.