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I'd like to thank everyone so much for reviewing; I am so pleased at your responses so I guess I'll continue. For those who have been with me from the beginning- even from my first story-, you know who you are, thanks you so much for the constant support! I love all you who reviewed!!! You are all so wonderful!!! Ok, so I should probably get on with the story, hey. ya, ya I should.
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
I'm not sure how long we were screaming, but after a while, as quickly as it had begun our screaming stopped, followed by me rolling off the bed onto the floor and the little man throwing the blankets over his head and doing his best to hide under them. I sat hunched against the wall, breathing raspy breaths and staring at the round lump beneath the blankets, which was seemingly motionless. Minutes went by in silence and I was beginning to wonder if maybe I had imagined that there was a little man in my bedroom, but the bed-lump suggested otherwise. So, I warily inched forward and with the tip of my fingers, grasped a corner of the blanket and slowly pulled it off.
Immediately, the small man sprang to his feet, wobbling precariously on top of the springy bed and much to my shock, brandishing a tiny sword, and flailing it in the air, menacingly.
"Who are you?" he demanded, "And how did I get here?" I couldn't really answer at first, I was too stunned and confused and so I just gaped at him rather dumbly, as he stared at me fixedly with small bright eyes.
"I.I'm Beth, and I don't know." I finally managed to stammer, and the weapon in his hand faltered a bit and he lowered it to his side. "I just woke up and you were here." I added, knowing that that tidbit of information probably wasn't going to help him much, but feeling I should offer some explanation anyways. He stared at me, a strange expression on his face, and I suddenly realized that he looked slightly familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"The last thing I remember is the well." he said rather distantly, "Falling down, down, down into the well." He ended, his eyes not really focused, and then promptly hopped off the bed, I noticed a smile flicker onto his face as the mattress sprang beneath him as he did this. I also noticed that his feet were incredibly hairy and large, now revealed from their hiding place amongst my blankets and hit the floor with a flap. My first thought was: Ewww gross.
"I am sorry if I frightened you," he said and put his sword back into his belt, stepping forward a bit. "I am Peregrin Took, at your service. I do not know how I got here, but it is a welcome surprise from hitting the bottom of that well, however far down it was, and I am thankful to be out of those mines. Although I do feel awfully worried about Frodo and the others." My jaw slackened at this and I stared at him in a stupor.
"You're who?" I asked.
"Peregrin Took." He answered.
"Who?" I asked again, hoping for a more realistic answer, or perhaps to awaken from this obvious dream.
"Peregrin Took. But my friends call me Pippin."
"WHO?" I nearly yelled.
"PIPPIN!" he yelled back, with equal volume, his mouth opened wide and his eyes tightly shut; and I shook my head and forced myself to look at his feet. My mind said: Hobbit. My mouth said:
"No you aren't", but he nodded enthusiastically, and came over to shake my hand heartily.
"Pleased to meet you!" he said and a smile began to creep over my face. Not a wholesome, friendly smile. more like an evil scientist, maniac smile.
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The Fellowship of the Ring, minus one Hobbit, stared at the well, where Pippin had just previously been crouched at, in a mixture of shock and horror.
"What happened?" Merry shouted, running frantically to the edge of the well.
"He fell in." Gimli stated, as the rest of the Hobbits went to Merry's side. Gandalf opened his mouth to speak, when a sudden Doom, doom, doom rang through the halls of the guardroom. The fellowship looked amongst themselves, warily as the noise died down. There were several minutes of utter silence, not a sound to be hears save their breath, and then suddenly, the noise, like beating drums came again, thundering louder and louder, as if getting closer.
"There is no time!" the wizard cried, "They are coming!"
"Who's coming?" Sam demanded, hands on his hips and standing slightly infront of Frodo.
"Orcs." came the muttered answer.
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By whatever strange twist of fate or reality, I found myself up in the kitchen, staring at a Hobbit who was sitting at the table, legs dangling off the chair, and looking around at the new and wonderful things housed in the kitchen. He looked almost uncannily similar to Billy Boyd, the actor who played Pippin in the movie, but maybe a bit younger with darker hair. All I could really say to that was: Good job Peter Jackson.
At the moment I was preparing to cook him breakfast. He had politely asked for: "-bacon, toast, eggs, and honey on bread, tea, cakes, cheese, buns, ale, and perhaps some mushrooms" but only if we had any, of course. How could I refuse? Seriously, think about it. You just couldn't say no to Pippin, and that was that. He was way too cute.
I thought about that as I set to making all this food, and of course, how well Pippin had taken in the information that he wasn't in Kansa anymore. or Middle Earth. or- well you get the picture. I had explained to him that this place was very different from his home, but he simply told me that he had been to many different places in the past while and that he was sure he could handle this new location. He seemed very, excited, though, at the prospect of new technologies such as toasters and of course, the microwave. I'm not even going to get into the squeal he made when the micro did that little ding thing and I told him that his tea was ready. Yeesh.
It took a while, and a lot of explaining on my part, but he eventually accepted where he was; and was quickly distracted and very excited to thank me with an adorable Hobbit-like bow as I served him every bit of food that he had asked for; except the ale, it's beneath me to serve alcohol to a person who is smaller than my dog. it's just wrong somehow.
I was amazed at how fast the food went. As quick as I set it out, he scarfed it back, offering satisfied burps and sighs, along with exaggerated "Mhhhmmmm" s as well, although I'm not sure if he thought the mushrooms were up to level as they should have been. Well, leave it up to me to serve a Hobbit bad mushrooms. Shame on me. He thanked me exuberantly, though, and kissed my hand, leaving sticky honey on it. Soon after wards, once I had cleared the dishes and hastily stuffed them into the dishwasher, not bothering to explain what it was, I found Pippin looking down at himself, and shuffling his feet.
"I should very much like to get cleaned up if I could. It's been so very long since I've had a proper bath and I would be grateful if I was able to have one here." He said, and scratched his head, looking up at me now with his sweet little eyes.
"Of course you can," I said, resisting the urge to hug him, "Come on, follow me, I'll show you the tub." I brought him to the bathroom and he squinted against the florescent lighting. I showed him how to run the bath and, and how to use shampoo, then left.
"Hey, you can toss your clothes out and I'll give them a wash if you like!" I called through the door, and waited beside it. Presently a short arm popped out with a bundle of clothes in the hand and a muffled: Thanks, was heard. I shook my head and giggled to myself as I headed for the washing machine, in the laundry room, marveling my either good luck, or dumb luck. I heard the water being turned on and Pippin began to whistle a tune as he washed, happily.
It couldn't have been fifteen minutes later when I heard the familiar click of the shower head being turned on, followed by a high pitched scream, and several thuds, which I assumed were the shampoo and conditioner bottles dropping. I ran to the bathroom door and called through:
"Pippin, are you allright." No answer came, only a muffled scream again. My stomach turned, and I burst through the door, meeting face to face with a very flustered and equally naked Hobbit. I screamed and covered my eyes, turning around. Gads it was going to be a while before I got that image out of my mind. He screamed and fell to his bottom on the floor. It was a big girly scream fest, for a while before I got some sense and grabbed a towel, throwing it on him, and quickly turning off the shower. He sat on the floor looking up at me expectantly.
"What was that?" he asked, all innocent and cute.
"It was the shower." I answered, but seeing no recognition on his face, I added: "Like an instant waterfall." He smiled and nodded and got to his feet, wrapped in the towel, securely.
"You gave me quite a fright." He stated, the smile still there. I looked down at him, wide eyed.
"Yes." I said warily, "Now let us never speak of this again." he shrugged good naturedly, and then walked out of the bathroom, large feet flapping and water dripping off him freely, and I watched, wondering what I had gotten myself into.
A/n Ahh.. That took a really long time. Isn't Pippin so cute? Yes he is. The part with the fellowship, is more movie verse than anything, I had to do it so it would fit into the story. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I would love to hear from you in a review. Please review? It's my life!!!
I'd like to thank everyone so much for reviewing; I am so pleased at your responses so I guess I'll continue. For those who have been with me from the beginning- even from my first story-, you know who you are, thanks you so much for the constant support! I love all you who reviewed!!! You are all so wonderful!!! Ok, so I should probably get on with the story, hey. ya, ya I should.
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
I'm not sure how long we were screaming, but after a while, as quickly as it had begun our screaming stopped, followed by me rolling off the bed onto the floor and the little man throwing the blankets over his head and doing his best to hide under them. I sat hunched against the wall, breathing raspy breaths and staring at the round lump beneath the blankets, which was seemingly motionless. Minutes went by in silence and I was beginning to wonder if maybe I had imagined that there was a little man in my bedroom, but the bed-lump suggested otherwise. So, I warily inched forward and with the tip of my fingers, grasped a corner of the blanket and slowly pulled it off.
Immediately, the small man sprang to his feet, wobbling precariously on top of the springy bed and much to my shock, brandishing a tiny sword, and flailing it in the air, menacingly.
"Who are you?" he demanded, "And how did I get here?" I couldn't really answer at first, I was too stunned and confused and so I just gaped at him rather dumbly, as he stared at me fixedly with small bright eyes.
"I.I'm Beth, and I don't know." I finally managed to stammer, and the weapon in his hand faltered a bit and he lowered it to his side. "I just woke up and you were here." I added, knowing that that tidbit of information probably wasn't going to help him much, but feeling I should offer some explanation anyways. He stared at me, a strange expression on his face, and I suddenly realized that he looked slightly familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"The last thing I remember is the well." he said rather distantly, "Falling down, down, down into the well." He ended, his eyes not really focused, and then promptly hopped off the bed, I noticed a smile flicker onto his face as the mattress sprang beneath him as he did this. I also noticed that his feet were incredibly hairy and large, now revealed from their hiding place amongst my blankets and hit the floor with a flap. My first thought was: Ewww gross.
"I am sorry if I frightened you," he said and put his sword back into his belt, stepping forward a bit. "I am Peregrin Took, at your service. I do not know how I got here, but it is a welcome surprise from hitting the bottom of that well, however far down it was, and I am thankful to be out of those mines. Although I do feel awfully worried about Frodo and the others." My jaw slackened at this and I stared at him in a stupor.
"You're who?" I asked.
"Peregrin Took." He answered.
"Who?" I asked again, hoping for a more realistic answer, or perhaps to awaken from this obvious dream.
"Peregrin Took. But my friends call me Pippin."
"WHO?" I nearly yelled.
"PIPPIN!" he yelled back, with equal volume, his mouth opened wide and his eyes tightly shut; and I shook my head and forced myself to look at his feet. My mind said: Hobbit. My mouth said:
"No you aren't", but he nodded enthusiastically, and came over to shake my hand heartily.
"Pleased to meet you!" he said and a smile began to creep over my face. Not a wholesome, friendly smile. more like an evil scientist, maniac smile.
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The Fellowship of the Ring, minus one Hobbit, stared at the well, where Pippin had just previously been crouched at, in a mixture of shock and horror.
"What happened?" Merry shouted, running frantically to the edge of the well.
"He fell in." Gimli stated, as the rest of the Hobbits went to Merry's side. Gandalf opened his mouth to speak, when a sudden Doom, doom, doom rang through the halls of the guardroom. The fellowship looked amongst themselves, warily as the noise died down. There were several minutes of utter silence, not a sound to be hears save their breath, and then suddenly, the noise, like beating drums came again, thundering louder and louder, as if getting closer.
"There is no time!" the wizard cried, "They are coming!"
"Who's coming?" Sam demanded, hands on his hips and standing slightly infront of Frodo.
"Orcs." came the muttered answer.
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By whatever strange twist of fate or reality, I found myself up in the kitchen, staring at a Hobbit who was sitting at the table, legs dangling off the chair, and looking around at the new and wonderful things housed in the kitchen. He looked almost uncannily similar to Billy Boyd, the actor who played Pippin in the movie, but maybe a bit younger with darker hair. All I could really say to that was: Good job Peter Jackson.
At the moment I was preparing to cook him breakfast. He had politely asked for: "-bacon, toast, eggs, and honey on bread, tea, cakes, cheese, buns, ale, and perhaps some mushrooms" but only if we had any, of course. How could I refuse? Seriously, think about it. You just couldn't say no to Pippin, and that was that. He was way too cute.
I thought about that as I set to making all this food, and of course, how well Pippin had taken in the information that he wasn't in Kansa anymore. or Middle Earth. or- well you get the picture. I had explained to him that this place was very different from his home, but he simply told me that he had been to many different places in the past while and that he was sure he could handle this new location. He seemed very, excited, though, at the prospect of new technologies such as toasters and of course, the microwave. I'm not even going to get into the squeal he made when the micro did that little ding thing and I told him that his tea was ready. Yeesh.
It took a while, and a lot of explaining on my part, but he eventually accepted where he was; and was quickly distracted and very excited to thank me with an adorable Hobbit-like bow as I served him every bit of food that he had asked for; except the ale, it's beneath me to serve alcohol to a person who is smaller than my dog. it's just wrong somehow.
I was amazed at how fast the food went. As quick as I set it out, he scarfed it back, offering satisfied burps and sighs, along with exaggerated "Mhhhmmmm" s as well, although I'm not sure if he thought the mushrooms were up to level as they should have been. Well, leave it up to me to serve a Hobbit bad mushrooms. Shame on me. He thanked me exuberantly, though, and kissed my hand, leaving sticky honey on it. Soon after wards, once I had cleared the dishes and hastily stuffed them into the dishwasher, not bothering to explain what it was, I found Pippin looking down at himself, and shuffling his feet.
"I should very much like to get cleaned up if I could. It's been so very long since I've had a proper bath and I would be grateful if I was able to have one here." He said, and scratched his head, looking up at me now with his sweet little eyes.
"Of course you can," I said, resisting the urge to hug him, "Come on, follow me, I'll show you the tub." I brought him to the bathroom and he squinted against the florescent lighting. I showed him how to run the bath and, and how to use shampoo, then left.
"Hey, you can toss your clothes out and I'll give them a wash if you like!" I called through the door, and waited beside it. Presently a short arm popped out with a bundle of clothes in the hand and a muffled: Thanks, was heard. I shook my head and giggled to myself as I headed for the washing machine, in the laundry room, marveling my either good luck, or dumb luck. I heard the water being turned on and Pippin began to whistle a tune as he washed, happily.
It couldn't have been fifteen minutes later when I heard the familiar click of the shower head being turned on, followed by a high pitched scream, and several thuds, which I assumed were the shampoo and conditioner bottles dropping. I ran to the bathroom door and called through:
"Pippin, are you allright." No answer came, only a muffled scream again. My stomach turned, and I burst through the door, meeting face to face with a very flustered and equally naked Hobbit. I screamed and covered my eyes, turning around. Gads it was going to be a while before I got that image out of my mind. He screamed and fell to his bottom on the floor. It was a big girly scream fest, for a while before I got some sense and grabbed a towel, throwing it on him, and quickly turning off the shower. He sat on the floor looking up at me expectantly.
"What was that?" he asked, all innocent and cute.
"It was the shower." I answered, but seeing no recognition on his face, I added: "Like an instant waterfall." He smiled and nodded and got to his feet, wrapped in the towel, securely.
"You gave me quite a fright." He stated, the smile still there. I looked down at him, wide eyed.
"Yes." I said warily, "Now let us never speak of this again." he shrugged good naturedly, and then walked out of the bathroom, large feet flapping and water dripping off him freely, and I watched, wondering what I had gotten myself into.
A/n Ahh.. That took a really long time. Isn't Pippin so cute? Yes he is. The part with the fellowship, is more movie verse than anything, I had to do it so it would fit into the story. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I would love to hear from you in a review. Please review? It's my life!!!