More Escapades
Disclaimer : I don't own any of it! I swear! Don't spear me!
Note : As a favor to my dear friend Aralondwen, I have written her Merry and Pippin story that she referenced in Another Innocent Bedtime Story. Hope it's good enough to satisfy your curiosity!
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CHAPTER 1
The sun was beginning to wane as three silhouettes walked down the dirt road and towards Hobbiton.
"I think it will work only if we get another one," Merry shook his head and took another bite out of his apple.
Pippin whimpered. "It could still work!"
"You guys are making new plans?" Frodo laughed. "I thought that you two promised that you weren't going to do anything like that last incident again?" Frodo looked at Pippin.
Pippin made a face. "Who said that we're going to do the same thing? Besides, you didn't."
Frodo took his hands out of his pockets and held them up. "No way! I refuse to get in trouble!"
Pippin stopped walking. "We simply."
"Pippin!" Frodo stopped as well. "Hold it with the 'we's'! I'm not doing this! I am not!" he shoved his hands back in his pants pockets and started walking again.
Merry and Pippin glanced at each other. They held up their fingers, silently counting down "three, two, one," they looked after Frodo expectantly.
"Okay," Frodo stopped walking. "Out of sheer perverse curiosity, what were you going to do?" Frodo turned around to face them.
Merry and Pippin smiled.
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"What did you call this again?" Frodo glanced at his two friends after they successfully ducked behind a cart.
"An experiment," Merry peered out over the top of the cart. "A simple and easily executed experiment. You're here merely as our."
"Assistant," Pippin nodded. "You are our assistant."
"Well, you didn't exactly explain everything to me," Frodo shifted his weight. "What do we do first?"
"First," Merry glanced over the top of the cart. "We need ale."
"Lots of ale!" Pippin corrected.
"Why don't we just go in there and get some?" Frodo's eyebrows knotted together in question. It seemed pretty obvious to him.
Pippin and Merry looked at each other as if they hadn't even considered this.
"Because this is more fun," Pippin decided. "We can sneak into the storeroom in the back. Merry and I find stuff there all the time when we have to clean tables."
Frodo rolled his eyes. "Why did I let you talk me into this?"
"Because you love us," Merry answered with an angelic smile. "And we know you want ale too."
Frodo looked from one friend to the other. "I won't dispute that."
"Now!" Pippin signaled and the three hobbits dashed across the open space and threw themselves behind the storeroom and rolling along the ground.
Unfortunately, Frodo and Merry collided with each other and Pippin ran into the storeroom instead of behind it. When the young hobbit tried to stand to right his mistake, there was a loud crash of thunder and it made him jump backwards. He ended up tumbling into a stack of empty barrels.
Frodo and Merry ran over to his aid. They helped him to his feet and ran quickly to the opposite side of the storage barn. They carefully peeked around it to see if anyone had come out to inspect the noise. When they saw no one, they began to slink along the outer wall but froze. A dog was laying a few feet away. Apparently there to keep hobbits like themselves from breaking into the storage area.
Frodo folded his arms. "You didn't tell me that there was a dog."
Pippin and Merry smiled innocently and shrugged.
"That's why you brought me along, wasn't it? You wanted me to be a distraction."
"How perceptive of you, Frodo," Merry laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Pippin, let's suit him up."
"Suit me up?" Frodo took a step backwards.
"Here," Pippin took out a string of meat and put it around Frodo's neck.
"Is this pork?" Frodo looked at the meat.
"More or less," Merry answered.
"But how is the dog going to even smell it?" Frodo glanced at the dog. "It's cold."
Pippin pulled out a piece of flint. "That's why we smoke it."
"Smoke it?" Frodo repeated. "How are you going to sm...Oh no!" he backed away. "I will not! Not for anything!"
"We'll put you out!" Pippin insisted. "It really doesn't take us that long to grab the barrels."
Frodo shook his head. "You want to set me on fire!"
"Don't think of it as setting you on fire," Merry grabbed Frodo's arm and pulled him back. "Think of it as preserving."
"Preserving what?"
"Okay, we're setting you on fire."
Pippin clicked the stones and a spark caught Frodo's clothes.
"Okay," Pippin shoved Frodo towards the dog. "Distract!"
Frodo started to wave his arms. "Hey! Dog! Smell the meat! Sm.my legs are hot!"
"Hold on," Pippin waved his hand.
"Doggy!" Frodo started to dance around the dog. "He isn't waking up!"
"We're done!" Merry shouted.
"Where's the river! I need water! Where's the water?" Frodo began to run around, now fully ablaze. "This is very hot fire!"
"Here!" Pippin grabbed mug and dipped it into one of the barrels of ale. He splashed it on his friend. The fire got brighter. "Ooops!"
"Did you just throw ale on me!?" Frodo hit the ground and began to roll furiously.
Another clap of thunder and rain started to pour. Frodo spread out his limbs in relief.
"C'mon," Merry started to pull Frodo along. "We have to move to step two!"
"What's that?" Frodo asked. "Holding me underwater?" He stood up.
"Are you okay?" Pippin asked sincerely.
"Yes,' Frodo nodded.
"Good," Pippin shoved a barrel at him. "You can carry the barrel."
Frodo rolled his eyes when suddenly a growl arose from behind him.
"Now he wakes up," Frodo groaned.
"Run!" Pippin shouted.
The three hobbits started to run away and towards the outskirts of Hobbiton.
The dog only chased them so far before stopping and turning to go back to his sleeping spot.
TBC...
That's it for now, look for the next chapter really soon!
Disclaimer : I don't own any of it! I swear! Don't spear me!
Note : As a favor to my dear friend Aralondwen, I have written her Merry and Pippin story that she referenced in Another Innocent Bedtime Story. Hope it's good enough to satisfy your curiosity!
*****************
CHAPTER 1
The sun was beginning to wane as three silhouettes walked down the dirt road and towards Hobbiton.
"I think it will work only if we get another one," Merry shook his head and took another bite out of his apple.
Pippin whimpered. "It could still work!"
"You guys are making new plans?" Frodo laughed. "I thought that you two promised that you weren't going to do anything like that last incident again?" Frodo looked at Pippin.
Pippin made a face. "Who said that we're going to do the same thing? Besides, you didn't."
Frodo took his hands out of his pockets and held them up. "No way! I refuse to get in trouble!"
Pippin stopped walking. "We simply."
"Pippin!" Frodo stopped as well. "Hold it with the 'we's'! I'm not doing this! I am not!" he shoved his hands back in his pants pockets and started walking again.
Merry and Pippin glanced at each other. They held up their fingers, silently counting down "three, two, one," they looked after Frodo expectantly.
"Okay," Frodo stopped walking. "Out of sheer perverse curiosity, what were you going to do?" Frodo turned around to face them.
Merry and Pippin smiled.
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"What did you call this again?" Frodo glanced at his two friends after they successfully ducked behind a cart.
"An experiment," Merry peered out over the top of the cart. "A simple and easily executed experiment. You're here merely as our."
"Assistant," Pippin nodded. "You are our assistant."
"Well, you didn't exactly explain everything to me," Frodo shifted his weight. "What do we do first?"
"First," Merry glanced over the top of the cart. "We need ale."
"Lots of ale!" Pippin corrected.
"Why don't we just go in there and get some?" Frodo's eyebrows knotted together in question. It seemed pretty obvious to him.
Pippin and Merry looked at each other as if they hadn't even considered this.
"Because this is more fun," Pippin decided. "We can sneak into the storeroom in the back. Merry and I find stuff there all the time when we have to clean tables."
Frodo rolled his eyes. "Why did I let you talk me into this?"
"Because you love us," Merry answered with an angelic smile. "And we know you want ale too."
Frodo looked from one friend to the other. "I won't dispute that."
"Now!" Pippin signaled and the three hobbits dashed across the open space and threw themselves behind the storeroom and rolling along the ground.
Unfortunately, Frodo and Merry collided with each other and Pippin ran into the storeroom instead of behind it. When the young hobbit tried to stand to right his mistake, there was a loud crash of thunder and it made him jump backwards. He ended up tumbling into a stack of empty barrels.
Frodo and Merry ran over to his aid. They helped him to his feet and ran quickly to the opposite side of the storage barn. They carefully peeked around it to see if anyone had come out to inspect the noise. When they saw no one, they began to slink along the outer wall but froze. A dog was laying a few feet away. Apparently there to keep hobbits like themselves from breaking into the storage area.
Frodo folded his arms. "You didn't tell me that there was a dog."
Pippin and Merry smiled innocently and shrugged.
"That's why you brought me along, wasn't it? You wanted me to be a distraction."
"How perceptive of you, Frodo," Merry laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Pippin, let's suit him up."
"Suit me up?" Frodo took a step backwards.
"Here," Pippin took out a string of meat and put it around Frodo's neck.
"Is this pork?" Frodo looked at the meat.
"More or less," Merry answered.
"But how is the dog going to even smell it?" Frodo glanced at the dog. "It's cold."
Pippin pulled out a piece of flint. "That's why we smoke it."
"Smoke it?" Frodo repeated. "How are you going to sm...Oh no!" he backed away. "I will not! Not for anything!"
"We'll put you out!" Pippin insisted. "It really doesn't take us that long to grab the barrels."
Frodo shook his head. "You want to set me on fire!"
"Don't think of it as setting you on fire," Merry grabbed Frodo's arm and pulled him back. "Think of it as preserving."
"Preserving what?"
"Okay, we're setting you on fire."
Pippin clicked the stones and a spark caught Frodo's clothes.
"Okay," Pippin shoved Frodo towards the dog. "Distract!"
Frodo started to wave his arms. "Hey! Dog! Smell the meat! Sm.my legs are hot!"
"Hold on," Pippin waved his hand.
"Doggy!" Frodo started to dance around the dog. "He isn't waking up!"
"We're done!" Merry shouted.
"Where's the river! I need water! Where's the water?" Frodo began to run around, now fully ablaze. "This is very hot fire!"
"Here!" Pippin grabbed mug and dipped it into one of the barrels of ale. He splashed it on his friend. The fire got brighter. "Ooops!"
"Did you just throw ale on me!?" Frodo hit the ground and began to roll furiously.
Another clap of thunder and rain started to pour. Frodo spread out his limbs in relief.
"C'mon," Merry started to pull Frodo along. "We have to move to step two!"
"What's that?" Frodo asked. "Holding me underwater?" He stood up.
"Are you okay?" Pippin asked sincerely.
"Yes,' Frodo nodded.
"Good," Pippin shoved a barrel at him. "You can carry the barrel."
Frodo rolled his eyes when suddenly a growl arose from behind him.
"Now he wakes up," Frodo groaned.
"Run!" Pippin shouted.
The three hobbits started to run away and towards the outskirts of Hobbiton.
The dog only chased them so far before stopping and turning to go back to his sleeping spot.
TBC...
That's it for now, look for the next chapter really soon!