Copyright © 2002 by Jenolas
Note: This is my very first attempt at a LOTR fanfic, so PLEASE be gentle lol
Disclaimer: I do not claim these LOTR characters as my own---they were created by JRR Tolkien, not me. I'm not publishing this, so I'm not getting paid for writing this. This idea was inspired by Jeanster
CHAPTER 2
Megolas studied her temporary master. This one was quite small--a hobbit had never found her lamp before. Hobbits were mischevious, or so she was told once, so she figured she should set some ground rules. "What is your name, little one?"
"Pippin," he replied. "I can wish for ANYTHING?"
"Within reason," Megolas replied. "There's one thing I can't do."
Pippin looked at her expectantly. "Well, what is it?"
"I can not kill anyone."
His face grew dim. "I've seen my share of death."
Megolas perked her ears. Hobbits were carefree creatues, how could this one already have seen his share of death? She decided not to push the issue...yet. "So, what does your heart desire, Pippin?"
He bit his lip as his mind churned. "What has everyone else wished for?" he asked sheepishly.
Megolas leaned back against the tree and crossed her arms casually. "Riches, health, love..."
Pippin's ears perked up and he snapped his head in her direction. "I can wish for love?"
"Yes, but be aware of the consequences," Megolas advised. "Love is a very frail thing and should not be taken lightly."
He nodded, digesting the information she had given him. He did have a chance with that blonde beauty after all! "Why are you...how did...are you immortal?" he asked, looking between Megolas and the lamp.
"Yes," she replied shortly.
Intimidated, he slowly approached his next question. "How did you become guardian of the lamp---you are an elf, aren't you?"
"Do you always ask so many questions?!" Megolas boomed, her figure growing bigger as a red glow illuminated her body.
Pippin recoiled in horror. "I...I'm sorry," he stuttered.
Megolas returned to her normal size as the glow slowly faded. "I'm sorry...I over-reacted." She briefly paused before propelling forward. "I once lived in Rivendell with my father. Once the one ring began enslaving everyone around it, I left Rivendell to find help. I..." she sighed dramatically as a single tear rolled down her cheek and fell to the ground, splattering on a weed.
Pippin watched as the weed shriveled up and crumbled into a million pieces. "You don't have to..."
"No, it's alright," Megolas replied. She breathed a heavy sigh. "I found Saruman, and he tricked me into thinking he would help me. Once I found out what he was really trying to achieve, I tried to free myself of him and his evil powers. That's...when...he banished me to the lamp."
"How long are you the guardian of this lamp?" he asked, picking up the lamp and brushing the dirt from it.
"Eternity."
The environment was so intense that it could be cut with a blade.
"So...you can't kill anyone?" he asked, changing the subject.
"And I can't grant you more wishes," Megolas added.
"Where do you live?" Pippin asked her, cleaning the lamp as he talked.
"In what you're holding."
"In this?!" he exclaimed, looking at the lamp incrediously. "But it's so small, and you're so..."
"Yes, I know," she interrupted him. "I have more powers besides being able to grant wishes."
"What powers do you have?" he asked curiously.
"None that concern you, little one," she replied, pulling away from the tree and walking over to him. "Do you live in the forest?" she asked, a playful smile curving her lips.
Pippin blushed and looked down briefly. "No, I was actually on my way to a friend's party."
"I suppose you'll need this then," she smirked and tossed him a cabbage.
He caught the vegetable, his eyes widening. He glanced over at his pile of neatly stacked vegetables. "You took my cabbage??"
Megolas smiled. "I was ready to be released. Why don't you show me to your friend's party?"
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"Are you sure you saw him get up?" Aragorn asked for the hundredth time.
"Yes!" Merry exclaimed. "Well...I think he got up...."
"Merry Bradybuck!" Gandalf boomed, his temper rising.
"Gandalf," Legolas spoke quietly, placing a hand on the wizard's forearm. "Merry, PLEASE remember what happened."
Merry sighed. "We were gathering carrots and cabbages..."
"From Farmer Maggott?" Sam interrupted.
"Yes! That's where we always get our vegetables."
"Oh, Merry," Frodo sighed, shaking his head. "You told me you weren't doing that anymore."
"But we always do it," Pippin spoke, stepping inside. "Running from Farmer Maggott is part of the fun."
"Pippin Took I should let Farmer Maggott skin you alive!" Gandalf bellowed, relieved that the hobbit was safe.
"We had to have carrots for the stew," Pippin replied, dumping his stealings onto the table before Frodo scooped them up and dumped them into a large pot.
Legolas snapped his head up.
"Legolas, what is it?" Aragorn asked, taking notice of his friend's action.
"I sense something," Legolas spoke, scanning the area with his eyes. "Something bad..." His eyes stopped on Pippin.
Aragorn picked up on the elf's senses. "Pippin, what is that at your belt?"
"Just something I found today," he replied shortly.
"Let's wait," Legolas said just as Aragorn was going to ask more questions.
Aragorn nodded shortly. "Eowyn will be here soon," he announced as he took a seat at Frodo's table.
Legolas frowned before taking a seat also. He wasn't ver happy with the romance sparking between Aragorn and Eowyn. He respected Aragorn too much to voice his disapproval, so he stayed quiet.
"Eowyn is coming?" Pippin asked excitedly.
"Yes, she's visiting the shire for a few days," Aragorn replied as he took a sip of the wine Frodo passed to everyone.
"What is your concern with Eowyn?" Gandalf chuckled, pulling out his pipe.
"None at all...I'll be right back," Pippin told them and slipped off.
"He's acting strangely," Sam deadpanned.
"Very strange indeed," Frodo agreed.
Legolas and Aragorn exchanged worrisome glances.
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Once he was sure that the room was vacant, Pippin pulled out the lamp and rubbed it feverishly. "I'm ready to make my first wish," he said eagerly.
"Be advised, little one, you only have three wishes," Megolas warned.
"Yes, I know, but this would make me so happy!"
"What, pray tell, do you want to wish for?" Megolas asked, a touch of mockery to her voice.
Pippin gulped. "I wish for Eowyn to fall in love with me!"
WILL EOWYN REALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH PIPPIN? ARE MEGOLAS' INTENTIONS TRUE? WHAT DOES LEGOLAS SENSE? STAY TUNED!!
Note: This is my very first attempt at a LOTR fanfic, so PLEASE be gentle lol
Disclaimer: I do not claim these LOTR characters as my own---they were created by JRR Tolkien, not me. I'm not publishing this, so I'm not getting paid for writing this. This idea was inspired by Jeanster
CHAPTER 2
Megolas studied her temporary master. This one was quite small--a hobbit had never found her lamp before. Hobbits were mischevious, or so she was told once, so she figured she should set some ground rules. "What is your name, little one?"
"Pippin," he replied. "I can wish for ANYTHING?"
"Within reason," Megolas replied. "There's one thing I can't do."
Pippin looked at her expectantly. "Well, what is it?"
"I can not kill anyone."
His face grew dim. "I've seen my share of death."
Megolas perked her ears. Hobbits were carefree creatues, how could this one already have seen his share of death? She decided not to push the issue...yet. "So, what does your heart desire, Pippin?"
He bit his lip as his mind churned. "What has everyone else wished for?" he asked sheepishly.
Megolas leaned back against the tree and crossed her arms casually. "Riches, health, love..."
Pippin's ears perked up and he snapped his head in her direction. "I can wish for love?"
"Yes, but be aware of the consequences," Megolas advised. "Love is a very frail thing and should not be taken lightly."
He nodded, digesting the information she had given him. He did have a chance with that blonde beauty after all! "Why are you...how did...are you immortal?" he asked, looking between Megolas and the lamp.
"Yes," she replied shortly.
Intimidated, he slowly approached his next question. "How did you become guardian of the lamp---you are an elf, aren't you?"
"Do you always ask so many questions?!" Megolas boomed, her figure growing bigger as a red glow illuminated her body.
Pippin recoiled in horror. "I...I'm sorry," he stuttered.
Megolas returned to her normal size as the glow slowly faded. "I'm sorry...I over-reacted." She briefly paused before propelling forward. "I once lived in Rivendell with my father. Once the one ring began enslaving everyone around it, I left Rivendell to find help. I..." she sighed dramatically as a single tear rolled down her cheek and fell to the ground, splattering on a weed.
Pippin watched as the weed shriveled up and crumbled into a million pieces. "You don't have to..."
"No, it's alright," Megolas replied. She breathed a heavy sigh. "I found Saruman, and he tricked me into thinking he would help me. Once I found out what he was really trying to achieve, I tried to free myself of him and his evil powers. That's...when...he banished me to the lamp."
"How long are you the guardian of this lamp?" he asked, picking up the lamp and brushing the dirt from it.
"Eternity."
The environment was so intense that it could be cut with a blade.
"So...you can't kill anyone?" he asked, changing the subject.
"And I can't grant you more wishes," Megolas added.
"Where do you live?" Pippin asked her, cleaning the lamp as he talked.
"In what you're holding."
"In this?!" he exclaimed, looking at the lamp incrediously. "But it's so small, and you're so..."
"Yes, I know," she interrupted him. "I have more powers besides being able to grant wishes."
"What powers do you have?" he asked curiously.
"None that concern you, little one," she replied, pulling away from the tree and walking over to him. "Do you live in the forest?" she asked, a playful smile curving her lips.
Pippin blushed and looked down briefly. "No, I was actually on my way to a friend's party."
"I suppose you'll need this then," she smirked and tossed him a cabbage.
He caught the vegetable, his eyes widening. He glanced over at his pile of neatly stacked vegetables. "You took my cabbage??"
Megolas smiled. "I was ready to be released. Why don't you show me to your friend's party?"
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"Are you sure you saw him get up?" Aragorn asked for the hundredth time.
"Yes!" Merry exclaimed. "Well...I think he got up...."
"Merry Bradybuck!" Gandalf boomed, his temper rising.
"Gandalf," Legolas spoke quietly, placing a hand on the wizard's forearm. "Merry, PLEASE remember what happened."
Merry sighed. "We were gathering carrots and cabbages..."
"From Farmer Maggott?" Sam interrupted.
"Yes! That's where we always get our vegetables."
"Oh, Merry," Frodo sighed, shaking his head. "You told me you weren't doing that anymore."
"But we always do it," Pippin spoke, stepping inside. "Running from Farmer Maggott is part of the fun."
"Pippin Took I should let Farmer Maggott skin you alive!" Gandalf bellowed, relieved that the hobbit was safe.
"We had to have carrots for the stew," Pippin replied, dumping his stealings onto the table before Frodo scooped them up and dumped them into a large pot.
Legolas snapped his head up.
"Legolas, what is it?" Aragorn asked, taking notice of his friend's action.
"I sense something," Legolas spoke, scanning the area with his eyes. "Something bad..." His eyes stopped on Pippin.
Aragorn picked up on the elf's senses. "Pippin, what is that at your belt?"
"Just something I found today," he replied shortly.
"Let's wait," Legolas said just as Aragorn was going to ask more questions.
Aragorn nodded shortly. "Eowyn will be here soon," he announced as he took a seat at Frodo's table.
Legolas frowned before taking a seat also. He wasn't ver happy with the romance sparking between Aragorn and Eowyn. He respected Aragorn too much to voice his disapproval, so he stayed quiet.
"Eowyn is coming?" Pippin asked excitedly.
"Yes, she's visiting the shire for a few days," Aragorn replied as he took a sip of the wine Frodo passed to everyone.
"What is your concern with Eowyn?" Gandalf chuckled, pulling out his pipe.
"None at all...I'll be right back," Pippin told them and slipped off.
"He's acting strangely," Sam deadpanned.
"Very strange indeed," Frodo agreed.
Legolas and Aragorn exchanged worrisome glances.
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Once he was sure that the room was vacant, Pippin pulled out the lamp and rubbed it feverishly. "I'm ready to make my first wish," he said eagerly.
"Be advised, little one, you only have three wishes," Megolas warned.
"Yes, I know, but this would make me so happy!"
"What, pray tell, do you want to wish for?" Megolas asked, a touch of mockery to her voice.
Pippin gulped. "I wish for Eowyn to fall in love with me!"
WILL EOWYN REALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH PIPPIN? ARE MEGOLAS' INTENTIONS TRUE? WHAT DOES LEGOLAS SENSE? STAY TUNED!!