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Chapter 26-Of Loneliness and Rain
It was a happy yuletide spent together and with Merry, who actually by now was feeling pretty annoyed. Of course he wished his friend every happiness. Of course he thought Diamond was great and that Pippin deserved her. Of course he thought the sisters were evil and completely unfair to refer to them as 'Pipsqueak and his hussy', but - those horrid thumping noises in the middle of the night were so annoying, dammit!
Did they seriously have to do that in a room which had a bed backing onto the wall of Merry's own? Did they? Yes, it wasn't like Merry had never been told to 'Kehp it dahn in there, damn yew!' , but it was just plain inconsiderate.
And he hardly saw his most beloved friend around these days, did he? Always he was off with his lassie-friend, doing whatever. 'Sorry, Merry, you can't come, we've got plans', 'No, Merry, I can't get up and go mushrooming with you any more, I'll be tired and she'd miss me', 'Sorry, Merry, I'm expected back, I can't stay so late'. Etc.
He missed his friend so badly. They'd been best pals for practically as long as could remember. Even his very earliest memories of playing around the fields of his home, aged no more than maybe three or four, always included Pippin. And now he was losing him. And it wasn't as if there was anybody Merry really liked that he could hang out with instead. He had friends, but no proper lady - friends.
Pippin and him had almost been together. Almost in that sense, because things just happened that way sometimes, and they had been not very old, more than a little confused and extremely drunk. It wasn't easy to forget.
Merry sighed and looked sadly out of the window. It had started raining. It matched his mood. He wished he could have Pippin back, just for a short while, so it could be like it used to be, just them, having fun and acting laddish.just being themselves, really.
Chapter 26-Of Loneliness and Rain
It was a happy yuletide spent together and with Merry, who actually by now was feeling pretty annoyed. Of course he wished his friend every happiness. Of course he thought Diamond was great and that Pippin deserved her. Of course he thought the sisters were evil and completely unfair to refer to them as 'Pipsqueak and his hussy', but - those horrid thumping noises in the middle of the night were so annoying, dammit!
Did they seriously have to do that in a room which had a bed backing onto the wall of Merry's own? Did they? Yes, it wasn't like Merry had never been told to 'Kehp it dahn in there, damn yew!' , but it was just plain inconsiderate.
And he hardly saw his most beloved friend around these days, did he? Always he was off with his lassie-friend, doing whatever. 'Sorry, Merry, you can't come, we've got plans', 'No, Merry, I can't get up and go mushrooming with you any more, I'll be tired and she'd miss me', 'Sorry, Merry, I'm expected back, I can't stay so late'. Etc.
He missed his friend so badly. They'd been best pals for practically as long as could remember. Even his very earliest memories of playing around the fields of his home, aged no more than maybe three or four, always included Pippin. And now he was losing him. And it wasn't as if there was anybody Merry really liked that he could hang out with instead. He had friends, but no proper lady - friends.
Pippin and him had almost been together. Almost in that sense, because things just happened that way sometimes, and they had been not very old, more than a little confused and extremely drunk. It wasn't easy to forget.
Merry sighed and looked sadly out of the window. It had started raining. It matched his mood. He wished he could have Pippin back, just for a short while, so it could be like it used to be, just them, having fun and acting laddish.just being themselves, really.