Grieving Over Apples, Chapter Three
"Mr.Froooodoo!" Sam called, as he threw open the door to Bag-End noisily. Pippin winced. Sam could be VERY loud when he wanted to be, and it hurt Pippin's ears (whoich had only just stopped ringing from his fall earlier).
"What a lovely house," commented Merry, and Pippin rolled his eyes. Frodo came surrying out from one of the back rooms of Bag-End, holding two scrubbing brushes and a bucket, his hands were covered in yellow rubber gloves.
"What is it, Sam? I'm under a lot of pressure to finish in time, so this had better be worth it!" asked Frodo, waving the scrubbing brush in the air, as Sam cowered before him. Then he looked at Merry and Pippin. "You two had better not pull another fiasco like the one with the flour!" Pippin hurridly shook his head.
"These two need some help!" said Sam, quieter this time upon seeing Frodo wielding his trusty brush. Frodo made a small huffing noise and held up the mop and bucket.
"Well, I could use some help, too! These two will have to wait! Bilbo's coming over tonight, and this place has to be SPOTLESS! I'll never hear the end of it if he finds anything dirty! Sam, you're suppost to be helping! Get back to work on the garden, and you two..." Frodo handed Merry the bucket and Pippin the scrubbing brushes, "Wash the floors!" Frodo ran off down to the back of Bag-End as Sam made a mock-salut and hurried off to water the flowers. Merry and Pippin shood dumbfounded. Finally, after a long, shocked silence, Merry spoke.
"What did you do that involved flour?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"You helped!" accused Pippin. Merry sighed, and Pippin sat down.
"What are you doing? We're supposed to be cleaning!" Merry held up the bucket as proof.
"Tht's what I'm doing," he said, as he tied the brushes to his feet with a leather tie from his shirt. "Hold out the bucket," he instructed, and Merry did so. Pippin put his foot right in it, splashing Merry in the process. Then, he skated around on the brushes, using them for skates. Merry, after the shock of being splashed, started to laugh. He followed Pippin around, splashing water around so Pippin could skate faster. Pippin spun around a couple of times, and started skating backwards. Merry stoped spraying water everywhere and opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. "What's-" Pippin began, but never got to finish, because he skated right into a solid figure....Frodo. They both fell to the floor with a soapy splash.
"What are you DOING?" Frodo asked angrily, getting to his feet. Pippin grinned cheekily, looking up at Frodo from his stop on the ground.
"Washing the floors,"Pippin said. Merry snorted, and Frodo smiled a bit.
"Ween't you afraid that you'd fall and hit your head or something?" asked Merry,and Pippin's eyes widened.
"I forgot about that! I could have seriously injured myself! Merry! How could you let me do that?!" Merry winced, and didn't bother to correct him on his name. Pippin started to stand, but promptly slipped on the soapy water and fell over. "Ow..." said Pippin miserably. Frodo regauarded the two and raised an eyebrow.
"What's going on?" Frodo asked. Pippin sat up and rubbed his head. "Oh, there's no time! Bilbo will be here any minute! You two should join us, Sam's made enough food for fourty people," Frodo ran off down the many corridors of Bag End.
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TBC...
Sorry for the wait, been busy. Ok, lame excuse, Hope this chapter makes up for it! :)
"Mr.Froooodoo!" Sam called, as he threw open the door to Bag-End noisily. Pippin winced. Sam could be VERY loud when he wanted to be, and it hurt Pippin's ears (whoich had only just stopped ringing from his fall earlier).
"What a lovely house," commented Merry, and Pippin rolled his eyes. Frodo came surrying out from one of the back rooms of Bag-End, holding two scrubbing brushes and a bucket, his hands were covered in yellow rubber gloves.
"What is it, Sam? I'm under a lot of pressure to finish in time, so this had better be worth it!" asked Frodo, waving the scrubbing brush in the air, as Sam cowered before him. Then he looked at Merry and Pippin. "You two had better not pull another fiasco like the one with the flour!" Pippin hurridly shook his head.
"These two need some help!" said Sam, quieter this time upon seeing Frodo wielding his trusty brush. Frodo made a small huffing noise and held up the mop and bucket.
"Well, I could use some help, too! These two will have to wait! Bilbo's coming over tonight, and this place has to be SPOTLESS! I'll never hear the end of it if he finds anything dirty! Sam, you're suppost to be helping! Get back to work on the garden, and you two..." Frodo handed Merry the bucket and Pippin the scrubbing brushes, "Wash the floors!" Frodo ran off down to the back of Bag-End as Sam made a mock-salut and hurried off to water the flowers. Merry and Pippin shood dumbfounded. Finally, after a long, shocked silence, Merry spoke.
"What did you do that involved flour?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"You helped!" accused Pippin. Merry sighed, and Pippin sat down.
"What are you doing? We're supposed to be cleaning!" Merry held up the bucket as proof.
"Tht's what I'm doing," he said, as he tied the brushes to his feet with a leather tie from his shirt. "Hold out the bucket," he instructed, and Merry did so. Pippin put his foot right in it, splashing Merry in the process. Then, he skated around on the brushes, using them for skates. Merry, after the shock of being splashed, started to laugh. He followed Pippin around, splashing water around so Pippin could skate faster. Pippin spun around a couple of times, and started skating backwards. Merry stoped spraying water everywhere and opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. "What's-" Pippin began, but never got to finish, because he skated right into a solid figure....Frodo. They both fell to the floor with a soapy splash.
"What are you DOING?" Frodo asked angrily, getting to his feet. Pippin grinned cheekily, looking up at Frodo from his stop on the ground.
"Washing the floors,"Pippin said. Merry snorted, and Frodo smiled a bit.
"Ween't you afraid that you'd fall and hit your head or something?" asked Merry,and Pippin's eyes widened.
"I forgot about that! I could have seriously injured myself! Merry! How could you let me do that?!" Merry winced, and didn't bother to correct him on his name. Pippin started to stand, but promptly slipped on the soapy water and fell over. "Ow..." said Pippin miserably. Frodo regauarded the two and raised an eyebrow.
"What's going on?" Frodo asked. Pippin sat up and rubbed his head. "Oh, there's no time! Bilbo will be here any minute! You two should join us, Sam's made enough food for fourty people," Frodo ran off down the many corridors of Bag End.
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TBC...
Sorry for the wait, been busy. Ok, lame excuse, Hope this chapter makes up for it! :)