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Ahem. 5 more says until the Two Towers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
Pippin seemed more or less unfazed by the bathroom incident, and was quite content to be wrapped in my little sister's pink bath robe while his clothes were in the wash. He looked a lot like a walking wad of cotton candy, all fluffy and pink, sitting there on the living room couch, and I couldn't help but smile dumbly as he munched on a bag of Cheesies, a scrumptious treat, he'd remarked.
"I've never sat on such a comfortable sofa." He said randomly as I sat down beside him, and he absently began jumping up and down a bit on his bottom, sinking deep into the cushions as he did. His face was a mess with orange residue, and he even had some in his previously clean hair.
"Must. Not. Pounce." I told myself as he smiled like a giddy child and began bouncing a little higher, the bowl of Cheesies in his hands jostling around with him in rhythm, a few spilling out.
Suddenly, the T.V flicked on and began blaring punk rock at a very loud volume; the remote had slipped under Pippin during his bouncing and his bum had accidentally pushed the on button. Damn you, MTV, damn you. Pippin let out a shriek, and threw the bowl in his arms up in the air, and dove under the cushions of the couch. I was given a bath in Cheesies, as the Hobbit hid from the television. I fumbled with the remote and finally after several moments I was able to turn off the T.V.
"It's okay," I coaxed him and peered under the cushions, "That was just the T.V, it won't hurt you, come on out, don't be such a baby!" I sighed. Cute little adorably sweet baby was more like it, but I couldn't have him hiding in the couch all day now could I? He cautiously poked his curly head out and looked around the living room warily; his green eyes full of distrust- a look that I found to be quite humorous, though I kept my face straight for fear of insulting him. With little coaxing after that he emerged and apologized for the mess he has made.
"No problem," I laughed, "Besides, I have a walking vacuum somewhere around here."
"What's a VACOOMMM?" he asked but I only giggled and told him to wait and watch. Then with a shrill whistle that made Pippin cover his ears with his hands, I called to Nemo. The mutt bounded into the living room, swaggering like a drunken man and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. like a ..drunken. man.- meh. Anyways, Nemo raced around the room, sucking up Cheesies along the way and Pippin watched on in great interest, his eyes wide with what almost looked to be admiration.
"Good dog!" I praised Nemo and pulled him over by his collar, scratching his head affectionately. Pippin smiled widely and looked up at me.
"I wish I could eat food like that!!!" he chimed and proceeded to pat Nemo on the head as if he were beating a drum. I couldn't contain my laughter and it spilled from me with abandon as the Hobbit sat being cute and not even realizing he was doing it. I was rudely jostled out of my fit when Nemo's head snapped up and he took off out of the living room. Seconds later I heard him scratching at the front door with his paws and whining a bit. That could only mean one thing: My little sister Karli was back from her sleepover. I muttered an obscenity and jumped to my feet.
"What does that mean? An odd word, that. . Fu-" Pippin said cheerfully, smiling brightly but I cut him off. I didn't want to go corrupting the only Hobbit known to exist. Again, shame on me.
"Don't repeat that." I gasped and scrambled to the door, locking it just as my sister stepped onto the porch. I didn't stop to breath, I simply ran back into the living room and scooped Pippin into my arms, flying down the stairs and carrying him into my bedroom. I flung the closet door open and placed him gently in. among the hoard of stuffed animals that I had, too embarrassed to keep them in plain sight in my room, but too attached to get rid of them.
"What's going on?" he asked, innocently, holding onto my sleeve so I couldn't stand up to leave.
"My sister is home. I don't want her to know you're here- she won't understand. she'd be scared and make a fuss. It's just easier this way. Promise me you'll stay here, and don't move or make a sound, all right?" I said, staring into his eyes. He nodded.
"I hope, I'm not causing too much trouble." He whispered. Too cute.
"Not at all." I said and tousled his curls lightly, triggering a smile from him. I then quickly shut the closet doors, just as my bedroom door burst open, my sister standing in the doorway.
"Thanks for locking the door on me. What happens if I hadn't brought my key with me?" She said sarcastically as I whipped around to face her, my hands still on the closet door handle.
"Sorry," I lied, "I was just giving you a hard time." She rolled her eyes.
"Sure." She said stiffly, as I stood still infront of the closet, fumbling to seem inconspicuous, but failing miserably. I always did seem to look the most guilty when I was trying to seem innocent, and Karli had it down to a tee figuring me out.
"What are hiding?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest and looking behind me to the closet doors.
"Nothing," I squeaked, looking behind me as well, "Nothing, there's nothing in the closet." Oh damn my big mouth.
"Beth, if you have a boy in the closet, I'm telling Mom." She warned, "You'll be grounded forever!" she elaborated, and stepped forward towards me.
"I don't!!!" I said shrilly, but she pushed past me and swung the door open, revealing all my stuffed animals and Pippin, seated ontop of them, hands folded on his lap and his eyes facing forward like a china doll. Oh please don't blink, don't sneeze, don't move! I thought and by extraordinary luck he did none of those things. Karli let out a grumpy huff and turned on her heels walking out of my room.
"You're so weird. And I'm telling Mom that you locked me out!!" she said as she left and I stayed perfectly still until I heard her footsteps going up the stairs and her bedroom door slamming. Only then did I breath and turn to Pippin who was smiling brilliantly at me.
"Did I do good?" he asked, knees bouncing excitedly under his hands.
"You did great!" I laughed, and picked him out of the mess of stuffies and placed him on my bed. "You pulled a regular E.T on her!"
"Eat?" he asked enthusiastically, hopping to his feet, a hand on his belly. "Surely yes!! It's almost time for second breakfast!!" Ah yes, the one track mind of a Hobbit.
A/N. gasp!! Pippin almost swore!!! Whadda ya think of that???? Beth has better not turn Pip into a potty mouth!!! Grrr I had the worst day today. I have a cold and I got hit in the face with a basket ball at school.
I'm in need of some reviews!!!
I am in utter debt to all my wonderful reviewers!!! Thank you so much!
Ahem. 5 more says until the Two Towers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
Pippin seemed more or less unfazed by the bathroom incident, and was quite content to be wrapped in my little sister's pink bath robe while his clothes were in the wash. He looked a lot like a walking wad of cotton candy, all fluffy and pink, sitting there on the living room couch, and I couldn't help but smile dumbly as he munched on a bag of Cheesies, a scrumptious treat, he'd remarked.
"I've never sat on such a comfortable sofa." He said randomly as I sat down beside him, and he absently began jumping up and down a bit on his bottom, sinking deep into the cushions as he did. His face was a mess with orange residue, and he even had some in his previously clean hair.
"Must. Not. Pounce." I told myself as he smiled like a giddy child and began bouncing a little higher, the bowl of Cheesies in his hands jostling around with him in rhythm, a few spilling out.
Suddenly, the T.V flicked on and began blaring punk rock at a very loud volume; the remote had slipped under Pippin during his bouncing and his bum had accidentally pushed the on button. Damn you, MTV, damn you. Pippin let out a shriek, and threw the bowl in his arms up in the air, and dove under the cushions of the couch. I was given a bath in Cheesies, as the Hobbit hid from the television. I fumbled with the remote and finally after several moments I was able to turn off the T.V.
"It's okay," I coaxed him and peered under the cushions, "That was just the T.V, it won't hurt you, come on out, don't be such a baby!" I sighed. Cute little adorably sweet baby was more like it, but I couldn't have him hiding in the couch all day now could I? He cautiously poked his curly head out and looked around the living room warily; his green eyes full of distrust- a look that I found to be quite humorous, though I kept my face straight for fear of insulting him. With little coaxing after that he emerged and apologized for the mess he has made.
"No problem," I laughed, "Besides, I have a walking vacuum somewhere around here."
"What's a VACOOMMM?" he asked but I only giggled and told him to wait and watch. Then with a shrill whistle that made Pippin cover his ears with his hands, I called to Nemo. The mutt bounded into the living room, swaggering like a drunken man and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. like a ..drunken. man.- meh. Anyways, Nemo raced around the room, sucking up Cheesies along the way and Pippin watched on in great interest, his eyes wide with what almost looked to be admiration.
"Good dog!" I praised Nemo and pulled him over by his collar, scratching his head affectionately. Pippin smiled widely and looked up at me.
"I wish I could eat food like that!!!" he chimed and proceeded to pat Nemo on the head as if he were beating a drum. I couldn't contain my laughter and it spilled from me with abandon as the Hobbit sat being cute and not even realizing he was doing it. I was rudely jostled out of my fit when Nemo's head snapped up and he took off out of the living room. Seconds later I heard him scratching at the front door with his paws and whining a bit. That could only mean one thing: My little sister Karli was back from her sleepover. I muttered an obscenity and jumped to my feet.
"What does that mean? An odd word, that. . Fu-" Pippin said cheerfully, smiling brightly but I cut him off. I didn't want to go corrupting the only Hobbit known to exist. Again, shame on me.
"Don't repeat that." I gasped and scrambled to the door, locking it just as my sister stepped onto the porch. I didn't stop to breath, I simply ran back into the living room and scooped Pippin into my arms, flying down the stairs and carrying him into my bedroom. I flung the closet door open and placed him gently in. among the hoard of stuffed animals that I had, too embarrassed to keep them in plain sight in my room, but too attached to get rid of them.
"What's going on?" he asked, innocently, holding onto my sleeve so I couldn't stand up to leave.
"My sister is home. I don't want her to know you're here- she won't understand. she'd be scared and make a fuss. It's just easier this way. Promise me you'll stay here, and don't move or make a sound, all right?" I said, staring into his eyes. He nodded.
"I hope, I'm not causing too much trouble." He whispered. Too cute.
"Not at all." I said and tousled his curls lightly, triggering a smile from him. I then quickly shut the closet doors, just as my bedroom door burst open, my sister standing in the doorway.
"Thanks for locking the door on me. What happens if I hadn't brought my key with me?" She said sarcastically as I whipped around to face her, my hands still on the closet door handle.
"Sorry," I lied, "I was just giving you a hard time." She rolled her eyes.
"Sure." She said stiffly, as I stood still infront of the closet, fumbling to seem inconspicuous, but failing miserably. I always did seem to look the most guilty when I was trying to seem innocent, and Karli had it down to a tee figuring me out.
"What are hiding?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest and looking behind me to the closet doors.
"Nothing," I squeaked, looking behind me as well, "Nothing, there's nothing in the closet." Oh damn my big mouth.
"Beth, if you have a boy in the closet, I'm telling Mom." She warned, "You'll be grounded forever!" she elaborated, and stepped forward towards me.
"I don't!!!" I said shrilly, but she pushed past me and swung the door open, revealing all my stuffed animals and Pippin, seated ontop of them, hands folded on his lap and his eyes facing forward like a china doll. Oh please don't blink, don't sneeze, don't move! I thought and by extraordinary luck he did none of those things. Karli let out a grumpy huff and turned on her heels walking out of my room.
"You're so weird. And I'm telling Mom that you locked me out!!" she said as she left and I stayed perfectly still until I heard her footsteps going up the stairs and her bedroom door slamming. Only then did I breath and turn to Pippin who was smiling brilliantly at me.
"Did I do good?" he asked, knees bouncing excitedly under his hands.
"You did great!" I laughed, and picked him out of the mess of stuffies and placed him on my bed. "You pulled a regular E.T on her!"
"Eat?" he asked enthusiastically, hopping to his feet, a hand on his belly. "Surely yes!! It's almost time for second breakfast!!" Ah yes, the one track mind of a Hobbit.
A/N. gasp!! Pippin almost swore!!! Whadda ya think of that???? Beth has better not turn Pip into a potty mouth!!! Grrr I had the worst day today. I have a cold and I got hit in the face with a basket ball at school.
I'm in need of some reviews!!!