Like LotR itself, the story is slow to get started. Bear with it if you
can, it gets better.
And as for reviewing- I do NOT mind what your opinion of this is, as long as you aren't one of those morons who hasn't got one. I'm sure you aren't, so whatever your opinion is, I need to hear it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my PC. Period.
Chapter 1- Of Seascapes and Carrot the Pony
Frodo was gone. He'd left behind 3 hobbits with, by now, extremely tear-stained faces and soggy toes. Pip had cried buckets; he always seemed to, far too easily, he thought.
He'd miss his cousin, he knew that much.
And Merry and Sam would miss him too, nobody to go to the Dragon with, nobody to talk them out of trouble when Farmer Maggot and sundry others (who Pippin had frankly decided were umpteen raisins short of a flapjack) were chasing them with assorted farming implements, nobody to blow smoke rings around the fire with (unless you counted Paladin, who was so old he practically needed somebody [with their lungs in better working order] to do it for him).
Pip sighed. He meant no disrespect for Frodo, but the grey ship had gone. About two hours ago, and he was wet, and tired, and hungry, and the pebbles on which he sat were sticking right in his ars.oh, Sam had turned round.
Were they going now? It looked like it. Pippin bit his lip and said nothing as they made their way back to the ponies.
Resisting the urge to snatch Carrot's (yes, that was the name of his pony. Believe it) tartan blanket off and snuggle up in it, he rode off, following Merry's pony.
And as for reviewing- I do NOT mind what your opinion of this is, as long as you aren't one of those morons who hasn't got one. I'm sure you aren't, so whatever your opinion is, I need to hear it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my PC. Period.
Chapter 1- Of Seascapes and Carrot the Pony
Frodo was gone. He'd left behind 3 hobbits with, by now, extremely tear-stained faces and soggy toes. Pip had cried buckets; he always seemed to, far too easily, he thought.
He'd miss his cousin, he knew that much.
And Merry and Sam would miss him too, nobody to go to the Dragon with, nobody to talk them out of trouble when Farmer Maggot and sundry others (who Pippin had frankly decided were umpteen raisins short of a flapjack) were chasing them with assorted farming implements, nobody to blow smoke rings around the fire with (unless you counted Paladin, who was so old he practically needed somebody [with their lungs in better working order] to do it for him).
Pip sighed. He meant no disrespect for Frodo, but the grey ship had gone. About two hours ago, and he was wet, and tired, and hungry, and the pebbles on which he sat were sticking right in his ars.oh, Sam had turned round.
Were they going now? It looked like it. Pippin bit his lip and said nothing as they made their way back to the ponies.
Resisting the urge to snatch Carrot's (yes, that was the name of his pony. Believe it) tartan blanket off and snuggle up in it, he rode off, following Merry's pony.