Hello yet again. And thank you BirdWithNoLegs, it is Peregrin. ÒPeregrineÓ I do believe is the feminine form.
I fear that these chapters are doomed to be this short, for they are already written up. I am debating with the plotbunnies for some sort of sequel, though...
That night at dinner and supper, Pippin seemed to get more and more nervous, Frodo thought. He kept getting up and peering out of the door, and jumping at every little noise.
"Say Pip, what say you get to bed early, eh?" said Frodo.
Pippin looked a bit frightened. "Uh, sure. You going too?"
"Eventually."
"I'm not going 'til you're going." Pippin hooked his feet around the table leg and got a really stubborn look on his face.
"Relax, no one's going to make you, you're nearly a grown hobbit." Frodo shook his head and started clearing the dishes. Pippin just sat and stared at the candle. Frodo shrugged. The poor young thing had just had a bad fright apparently, also nearly a whole bottle of Frodo's best wine.
Pippin jumped up suddenly and shouted. Frodo looked to where he was pointing out the window and there was a nose in the dark. He ran to open the window and grabbed it. There was a squawk and Merry's face appeared.
"Just what are you doing?" said Frodo. Merry grinned sheepishly.
"Dothin'," he mumbled. Pippin just stood there, frozen and white as a sheet.
"Come inside," said Frodo.
"Let go of by dose?" said Merry. Frodo did so and there came a knock on the door. Frodo opened it and there stood Merry.
"Good evening Mr. Baggins, I have some fine noses for sale and..." Frodo slammed the door and braced it with a chair. Merry's voice could be heard yelling "It was just a joke!"
Pippin had sat down, but the color had not returned to his face.
"I'm going to bed," he mouthed. Frodo nodded. Pippin walked a bit unsteadily to the guest room, and Frodo shook his head. He straightened up the rest of the house and went to bed as well. He lay in the dark wondering what was really bothering his friend. Had he and Merry had a fight? Merry didn't seem to think anything was wrong. Then again, Merry was a pretty rational fellow. He sighed and dismissed it to a dream. He drifted off slowly.
Pippin however, lay awake for a good while after he had moved the dresser in front of the window and his bed in front of the door. One couldn't be too careful in cases like these. The wine had wore off a good bit when Merry had scared him, and he was starting to get a bit of a headache. He closed his eyes and was nearly asleep when there came a thump. His eyes flew open and he stopped breathing. He was just about to decide that it was fell into the category of 'assorted night noises' when it came again, closer this time. Pippin's heart raced. Merry's nose had beat the door down, and was in the hole! He sat up as carefully as he could. He pressed his ear to the door. Footsteps came closer, and the doorknob turned ever so slowly. Pippin gripped it with all his might. He and the intruder fought silently for what seemed like ages. Finally, the doorknob stopped attempting to turn. But a moment later, a crashing noise came as the door was suddenly shattered by a small stool that had been outside. Merry stood in what was left of the doorframe, but his eyes were closed and he was snoring gently. Pippin jumped off the bed and backed against the far wall. Merry climbed over the debris and the bed and stood in the middle of the room.
"Hello, Pippin," said the nasal voice, but Merry still snored. "I have come for you."
I fear that these chapters are doomed to be this short, for they are already written up. I am debating with the plotbunnies for some sort of sequel, though...
That night at dinner and supper, Pippin seemed to get more and more nervous, Frodo thought. He kept getting up and peering out of the door, and jumping at every little noise.
"Say Pip, what say you get to bed early, eh?" said Frodo.
Pippin looked a bit frightened. "Uh, sure. You going too?"
"Eventually."
"I'm not going 'til you're going." Pippin hooked his feet around the table leg and got a really stubborn look on his face.
"Relax, no one's going to make you, you're nearly a grown hobbit." Frodo shook his head and started clearing the dishes. Pippin just sat and stared at the candle. Frodo shrugged. The poor young thing had just had a bad fright apparently, also nearly a whole bottle of Frodo's best wine.
Pippin jumped up suddenly and shouted. Frodo looked to where he was pointing out the window and there was a nose in the dark. He ran to open the window and grabbed it. There was a squawk and Merry's face appeared.
"Just what are you doing?" said Frodo. Merry grinned sheepishly.
"Dothin'," he mumbled. Pippin just stood there, frozen and white as a sheet.
"Come inside," said Frodo.
"Let go of by dose?" said Merry. Frodo did so and there came a knock on the door. Frodo opened it and there stood Merry.
"Good evening Mr. Baggins, I have some fine noses for sale and..." Frodo slammed the door and braced it with a chair. Merry's voice could be heard yelling "It was just a joke!"
Pippin had sat down, but the color had not returned to his face.
"I'm going to bed," he mouthed. Frodo nodded. Pippin walked a bit unsteadily to the guest room, and Frodo shook his head. He straightened up the rest of the house and went to bed as well. He lay in the dark wondering what was really bothering his friend. Had he and Merry had a fight? Merry didn't seem to think anything was wrong. Then again, Merry was a pretty rational fellow. He sighed and dismissed it to a dream. He drifted off slowly.
Pippin however, lay awake for a good while after he had moved the dresser in front of the window and his bed in front of the door. One couldn't be too careful in cases like these. The wine had wore off a good bit when Merry had scared him, and he was starting to get a bit of a headache. He closed his eyes and was nearly asleep when there came a thump. His eyes flew open and he stopped breathing. He was just about to decide that it was fell into the category of 'assorted night noises' when it came again, closer this time. Pippin's heart raced. Merry's nose had beat the door down, and was in the hole! He sat up as carefully as he could. He pressed his ear to the door. Footsteps came closer, and the doorknob turned ever so slowly. Pippin gripped it with all his might. He and the intruder fought silently for what seemed like ages. Finally, the doorknob stopped attempting to turn. But a moment later, a crashing noise came as the door was suddenly shattered by a small stool that had been outside. Merry stood in what was left of the doorframe, but his eyes were closed and he was snoring gently. Pippin jumped off the bed and backed against the far wall. Merry climbed over the debris and the bed and stood in the middle of the room.
"Hello, Pippin," said the nasal voice, but Merry still snored. "I have come for you."