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A/N: I'm doing book/movie-verse just 'cus I can. I'm switching in between both. This is the part where there's the Conspiriacy thing with Merry, Pippin and Sam. And Fatty Bolger. I skipped many years here, as anyone who has read the book will know.
"Come on Sam! You can do it," said Merry.
"Yeah Sam. Go on!," Pippin exclaimed.
"I don't wanna eavesdrop.........." defended Sam, obviously weakening.
"It won't be eavesdropping, It'll be............. um........... protecting Frodo from danger...," Merry explained.
"Well....................... when you put it that way........."
Pippin gave him the puppy-dog 'pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease' look. "OH!! Fine!!! I'll do it!"
"Good. we'll see you at the bottom of Bagshot Row just after afternoon tea," ordered Merry.
"Goodbye then Sam. I'll see ya there." Pippin walked off whistling. Merry and Sam soon dispersed as well. It was going to be a long night.
*********Later********
"Please Mr. Gandalf, sir, don' 'urt me. Don' turn me into anything *gulp* unnatural....."
"That wasn't supposed to happen," whispered Pippin.
"No....... perhaps not......... I've thought of a better use for you."
"Not good," Merry said quietly.
***********Even Later************
"Frodo! Look Merry! It's Frodo Baggins!," said a very excited Pippin. She was really thinking *Ack! I landed on Frodo! What'm I gonna do!! Okay. Breathe. Don't blush. Breathe. Oh no. I'm not breatheing. Help. Merry! Sam! Anyone! please........*
"Getoff'im!!! Frodo! You alright?!?" Sam pulled Pippin roughly off of Frodo, who looked like he was decideing weather to blush or laugh or hug Pippin. Pippin gazed into Frodo's eyes and time seemed to stand still. His hand reached up and stroked her cheek as he leaned in. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed. Her heart was beating wildly. She felt his lips brush hers and her heart exploded with happiness. Her hands reached around his neck and his snaked around her waist. He pulled her closer to him and deppened the kiss. Fireworks were bursting underneath her eyelids and her knees were getting weaker. The only thing holding her up was Frodos' arms around her waist.(A/N: Ack! Sappy! That's the first really sappy thing I've written. How'd I do?) Sam and Merry watched them, facinated that Frodo and Pippin were kissing each other in the middle of a corn field while Farmer Maggots' shouts were cutting through the air. Sam looked at Merry and shrugged. Merry barreled into Pippin, pushing her into a run. Sam did the same to Frodo. Pippin began to run, as did Frodo, and soon they were standing on the edge of a cliff, incline, thing......... Sam, looking behind for signs of Farmer Maggot, rushed straight into them, and just before they hit the cliff wall, Frodo could hear Pippin shouting,
"STUPID SAM"
As they tumbled down the cliff, Frodo saw Pippins' hand and grabbed it. She squeezed his hand tightly, feeling that familiar jolt of electricity shock her hand, work its' way up her arm and finally get to her brain. Lightheadedness, left over from the kiss, was becoming overpowering at his touch. They hit the ground. Frodo somehow ended up on top of Pippin (What an accident!!!) and Merry and Sam were a pile of tangled limbs.
"Oh! Tha' was cloos!," said Pippin upon looking up and seeing a pile of horse dung.
"Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!," a disgruntled Sam exclaimed.
"Well you pushed us!," squeaked Pippin from under Frodo.
"It was just a little detour. A shortcut," said Merry, ignoring Pippin.
"A shortcut to what?"
"Mushrooms!!!!!!" Pippin got up. Or tried to. She was still pinned under Frodo.
"Oh! Sorry Pip," Frodo said, blushing the reddest shade of .......................um....................... red.
"I'm sure you're not."
"I said I was, Sam!"
"Right. Okay."
******Fastforward********
The black riders come and all that stuff. They go to the Buckleberry Ferry. Pippin catched Frodo when he jumps. They're at the gate to Bree. They go in and begin walking down the road.
*********Play***********
Pippin was starting to feel uncomfortable. Men were staring at her in a way that Lotho used to. Lust. There was no other word for it. She grasped Frodo's hand tightly and he, sensing not only her discomfort but the lustful gazes of the men as well, pulled her closer to him. They were stopped by a menacing looking guy with a carrot. Her pointed it at her and said,
"How much?"
They got away from him fast. When Pippin saw the sign for The Prancing Pony, she sighed with relief. But none of them noticed the menacing guy with the carrot slip in after them, his eyes firmly fixed on Pip.
A/N: okay, first of all, I'd like to say that it's not Peter Jackson being the guy with the carrot. It's another guy with another carrot. please review....... please please please........................
A/N: I'm doing book/movie-verse just 'cus I can. I'm switching in between both. This is the part where there's the Conspiriacy thing with Merry, Pippin and Sam. And Fatty Bolger. I skipped many years here, as anyone who has read the book will know.
"Come on Sam! You can do it," said Merry.
"Yeah Sam. Go on!," Pippin exclaimed.
"I don't wanna eavesdrop.........." defended Sam, obviously weakening.
"It won't be eavesdropping, It'll be............. um........... protecting Frodo from danger...," Merry explained.
"Well....................... when you put it that way........."
Pippin gave him the puppy-dog 'pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease' look. "OH!! Fine!!! I'll do it!"
"Good. we'll see you at the bottom of Bagshot Row just after afternoon tea," ordered Merry.
"Goodbye then Sam. I'll see ya there." Pippin walked off whistling. Merry and Sam soon dispersed as well. It was going to be a long night.
*********Later********
"Please Mr. Gandalf, sir, don' 'urt me. Don' turn me into anything *gulp* unnatural....."
"That wasn't supposed to happen," whispered Pippin.
"No....... perhaps not......... I've thought of a better use for you."
"Not good," Merry said quietly.
***********Even Later************
"Frodo! Look Merry! It's Frodo Baggins!," said a very excited Pippin. She was really thinking *Ack! I landed on Frodo! What'm I gonna do!! Okay. Breathe. Don't blush. Breathe. Oh no. I'm not breatheing. Help. Merry! Sam! Anyone! please........*
"Getoff'im!!! Frodo! You alright?!?" Sam pulled Pippin roughly off of Frodo, who looked like he was decideing weather to blush or laugh or hug Pippin. Pippin gazed into Frodo's eyes and time seemed to stand still. His hand reached up and stroked her cheek as he leaned in. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed. Her heart was beating wildly. She felt his lips brush hers and her heart exploded with happiness. Her hands reached around his neck and his snaked around her waist. He pulled her closer to him and deppened the kiss. Fireworks were bursting underneath her eyelids and her knees were getting weaker. The only thing holding her up was Frodos' arms around her waist.(A/N: Ack! Sappy! That's the first really sappy thing I've written. How'd I do?) Sam and Merry watched them, facinated that Frodo and Pippin were kissing each other in the middle of a corn field while Farmer Maggots' shouts were cutting through the air. Sam looked at Merry and shrugged. Merry barreled into Pippin, pushing her into a run. Sam did the same to Frodo. Pippin began to run, as did Frodo, and soon they were standing on the edge of a cliff, incline, thing......... Sam, looking behind for signs of Farmer Maggot, rushed straight into them, and just before they hit the cliff wall, Frodo could hear Pippin shouting,
"STUPID SAM"
As they tumbled down the cliff, Frodo saw Pippins' hand and grabbed it. She squeezed his hand tightly, feeling that familiar jolt of electricity shock her hand, work its' way up her arm and finally get to her brain. Lightheadedness, left over from the kiss, was becoming overpowering at his touch. They hit the ground. Frodo somehow ended up on top of Pippin (What an accident!!!) and Merry and Sam were a pile of tangled limbs.
"Oh! Tha' was cloos!," said Pippin upon looking up and seeing a pile of horse dung.
"Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!," a disgruntled Sam exclaimed.
"Well you pushed us!," squeaked Pippin from under Frodo.
"It was just a little detour. A shortcut," said Merry, ignoring Pippin.
"A shortcut to what?"
"Mushrooms!!!!!!" Pippin got up. Or tried to. She was still pinned under Frodo.
"Oh! Sorry Pip," Frodo said, blushing the reddest shade of .......................um....................... red.
"I'm sure you're not."
"I said I was, Sam!"
"Right. Okay."
******Fastforward********
The black riders come and all that stuff. They go to the Buckleberry Ferry. Pippin catched Frodo when he jumps. They're at the gate to Bree. They go in and begin walking down the road.
*********Play***********
Pippin was starting to feel uncomfortable. Men were staring at her in a way that Lotho used to. Lust. There was no other word for it. She grasped Frodo's hand tightly and he, sensing not only her discomfort but the lustful gazes of the men as well, pulled her closer to him. They were stopped by a menacing looking guy with a carrot. Her pointed it at her and said,
"How much?"
They got away from him fast. When Pippin saw the sign for The Prancing Pony, she sighed with relief. But none of them noticed the menacing guy with the carrot slip in after them, his eyes firmly fixed on Pip.
A/N: okay, first of all, I'd like to say that it's not Peter Jackson being the guy with the carrot. It's another guy with another carrot. please review....... please please please........................