Ok, I had something else planned for this, but then Tweak typed the first paragraph of this and it changed the whole course of the story. So if you don't like it, or really like it, all thanks/flames go to the mighty and nerdy Tweak.
If a severe Dominic Monaghan fan reads this, I mean no serious offence, and his nose isn't really that big I know, you can blame the plotbunnies which I have locked up. :) Read, enjoy, review.
I have 3 more chapters plus a few discarded ideas.
Pippin dejectly walked home. He was trying to warn a good friend and he was just laughed away.
He opened his door and walked inside. "Hello, Pippin." a nasal voice said. Pippin turned around and saw Merry. "M-Merry!" he said. "What are you doing here?"
"I might have asked that an hour or two ago," the nasaly voice said. Pippin saw with horror that Merry wasn't moving his lips. Instead, he seemed to be asleep. Pippin tried to flee but Merry grabbed him. "The nose knows," whispered the nasal voice. Pippin screamed.
With the sun streaming in his windows, he sat up suddenly in bed. He looked around for Merry or his nose, but all was in its rightful place. Heedless of anything else, he ran to Bag End. It was empty. Merry's house was as well, so he ran to the Green Dragon Inn. There was Frodo, and Merry, and a good many other hobbits talking and laughing.
"And then he came to me last night saying Merry's nose was evil!" screamed Frodo. The entire room shouted in laughter and Sam choked on his ale.
"Frodo!" wailed Pippin.
"And here he is now, in his nightdress no less!" cried Frodo. The crowd pointed and laughed.
Pippin's face screwed up and he ran off.
"Them Tooks is cracked!" said Ted Sandyman. "Nearly as cracked as Mad Baggins, eh Frodo?"
"Not quite," laughed Frodo. But still doubts nagged him and he snuck a look at Merry's nose cautiously. It sat there still in all its bulbous glory.
"Now you aren't believing that bunk are you, Fro?" said Merry elbowing him. "You know how dear Pip is."
"Yes, I know. But he seemed so serious this time."
"Now Frodo Baggins, if you are insinuating that evil is growing under my very nose, well, in my very nose, then you're just as cracked as that crazy Peregrine!" said Merry. "Can you imagine an evil nose now? Can you?"
"Now Meriadoc, just calm down. I can imagine a lot of things in your nose."
Merry shoved him, laughed and took another swig of his ale.
Pippin meanwhile was running just as fast as he could, as blinded as he was by tears. He finally could not run anymore when he reached the oak tree that he and Merry had played in when they were children. He lay down at the foot and sobbed. After about an hour, he sniffled and sat up. By the sun it was nearly noon, and his stomach was grumbling. The hobbit realized he had missed nearly three meals. He slunk to his house and got dressed. He kicked his nightclothes under the bed. They were too dirty to wear anyway. But luncheon was not as comforting as he had hoped. Even the mushrooms in the stew didn't help. He found himself thinking of ways to get revenge on that mean Frodo Baggins. He had not only laughed at him, he had gotten the entire Green Dragon to lose what little respect they had for him. But then Pippin thought with a chill that revenge might come to Frodo by a hand other than his own. Or an appendage, rather. Merry's nose had come after him first, hadn't it? After it got him, who was next? He thought back to all the good times that he and Frodo and Merry had had. He knew what he had to do. Grimly, he started towards Bag End, towards destiny and infamy.
If a severe Dominic Monaghan fan reads this, I mean no serious offence, and his nose isn't really that big I know, you can blame the plotbunnies which I have locked up. :) Read, enjoy, review.
I have 3 more chapters plus a few discarded ideas.
Pippin dejectly walked home. He was trying to warn a good friend and he was just laughed away.
He opened his door and walked inside. "Hello, Pippin." a nasal voice said. Pippin turned around and saw Merry. "M-Merry!" he said. "What are you doing here?"
"I might have asked that an hour or two ago," the nasaly voice said. Pippin saw with horror that Merry wasn't moving his lips. Instead, he seemed to be asleep. Pippin tried to flee but Merry grabbed him. "The nose knows," whispered the nasal voice. Pippin screamed.
With the sun streaming in his windows, he sat up suddenly in bed. He looked around for Merry or his nose, but all was in its rightful place. Heedless of anything else, he ran to Bag End. It was empty. Merry's house was as well, so he ran to the Green Dragon Inn. There was Frodo, and Merry, and a good many other hobbits talking and laughing.
"And then he came to me last night saying Merry's nose was evil!" screamed Frodo. The entire room shouted in laughter and Sam choked on his ale.
"Frodo!" wailed Pippin.
"And here he is now, in his nightdress no less!" cried Frodo. The crowd pointed and laughed.
Pippin's face screwed up and he ran off.
"Them Tooks is cracked!" said Ted Sandyman. "Nearly as cracked as Mad Baggins, eh Frodo?"
"Not quite," laughed Frodo. But still doubts nagged him and he snuck a look at Merry's nose cautiously. It sat there still in all its bulbous glory.
"Now you aren't believing that bunk are you, Fro?" said Merry elbowing him. "You know how dear Pip is."
"Yes, I know. But he seemed so serious this time."
"Now Frodo Baggins, if you are insinuating that evil is growing under my very nose, well, in my very nose, then you're just as cracked as that crazy Peregrine!" said Merry. "Can you imagine an evil nose now? Can you?"
"Now Meriadoc, just calm down. I can imagine a lot of things in your nose."
Merry shoved him, laughed and took another swig of his ale.
Pippin meanwhile was running just as fast as he could, as blinded as he was by tears. He finally could not run anymore when he reached the oak tree that he and Merry had played in when they were children. He lay down at the foot and sobbed. After about an hour, he sniffled and sat up. By the sun it was nearly noon, and his stomach was grumbling. The hobbit realized he had missed nearly three meals. He slunk to his house and got dressed. He kicked his nightclothes under the bed. They were too dirty to wear anyway. But luncheon was not as comforting as he had hoped. Even the mushrooms in the stew didn't help. He found himself thinking of ways to get revenge on that mean Frodo Baggins. He had not only laughed at him, he had gotten the entire Green Dragon to lose what little respect they had for him. But then Pippin thought with a chill that revenge might come to Frodo by a hand other than his own. Or an appendage, rather. Merry's nose had come after him first, hadn't it? After it got him, who was next? He thought back to all the good times that he and Frodo and Merry had had. He knew what he had to do. Grimly, he started towards Bag End, towards destiny and infamy.