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What's a hobbit doing in my room?
So, I had to make Pippin a second breakfast: Pancakes, a ham sandwich, bagels and orange juice. Considerably smaller than the last meal, but large nonetheless. I had to leave the Hobbit in my room because my sister was wandering around the upstairs, looking to see if I had broken anything or left any incriminating evidence of whatever it was she thought it was that I did. She found nothing, except a few Cheesies ground into the carpet, and with a huff she told me that she was going to lunch with Dad, and that he's be here in a few minutes.
"How come I'm not invited to lunch?" I asked, absently, as I buttered the bagels.
"Because I am the favorite." She sighed, jokingly, then with a bit of a harsher tone, "What are you doing, cooking breakfast for America?" I laughed, though it felt and probably sounded strained, and shook my head.
"No, I'm just hungry, is all." I fibbed and Karli looked sideways at me, seemingly going to let it go for now. I knew, though, that she knew that something was going on. Lucky for me, at that moment, Dad pulled into the drive way and honked the horn, signaling for Karli to get out there. She gave me one last look and jogged to the door, slamming it on her way out.
"Nosey brat." I mumbled to myself, then I yelled to Pippin, "Pippin, it's all right, you can come out now; she's gone!" He didn't give an answer, but I heard my bedroom door opening, and then Nemo's nails on the floor, then him bounding up the stairs loudly.
Pippin I -" I began but was stunned to silence when I heard a YAHOO!! Followed by Nemo trundling from the stair case into the kitchen with Pippin on his back, grasping tightly onto the fur and latched on for dear life, although the excited expression on his face suggested he was not frightened at all, rather that he was having fun. I stared at him with an open mouth, surprised and delighted at the adorable action.
"I made friends with Nemo!" The hobbit squealed as he slid off the dog's back and landed on his bum. "Ow." he muttered and pushed himself to his feet, sniffing the air as he did. "Mmm smells delicious, what are you cooking?" he asked licking his lips; his sore behind long forgotten and wandering over to the stove, trying to peer over top but alas, he was of course too short.
"Not much. Pancakes, bagels. and there's a sandwich if you'd like it." I informed him, following him to the table where I helped him into his seat.
"Sounds wonderful!" he said and rubbed his stomach and looking up to me expectantly. I soon got the hint and went into the kitchen for his food. It was gone in a ridiculously short amount of time, and at the moment when he was burping his thanks, the dryer gave a ding and his clothing was done. He thanked me for that too saying it had been quite a while since he saw his shirt so clean, and changed in the bathroom. He emerged, looking very Hobbit-ish again (less like walking cotton candy) but holding the pink robe close to him.
"Beth. would you mind terribly if I kept this with me for now?" he asked, seeming a bit embarrassed. I didn't laugh or smile, so as not to insult him, and nodded. "It's just very soft and comfortable. and a rather lovely shade, I may add..." he added, as though to justify his wish. Lovely shade. right.
"Sure you can." I answered, and went to clearing his plates (of which were many) and I watched out of the corner of my eye as Pippin sat on the kitchen floor, the pink bathrobe on his lap and Nemo sprawled beside him, getting a good belly rub.
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Orcs. All around them, they seemed to be coming at them from all directions as the fellowship fought gallantly, trying at all costs to protect Frodo, the ring bearer. Despite the all important task at hand, Meriadoc Brandybuck could not stop thinking of Pippin.
Where had he gone? What happened to him? Would he be all right? I hope the fall didn't kill him. All these thoughts raced through his mind as he defended Frodo, swinging his small sword at the foul beasts that threatened his friend. But always he thought of Pippin. He's always felt more than responsible for his younger relative, even more so now that they were on this perilous journey, and he felt at a loss as to how after all this, he had lost Pippin; just like that.
He glanced at the hole in the ground where he had most recently seen Pippin as he dodged a sword from a small grisly orc, and couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should follow after his best friend. Maybe, just maybe.
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Pippin and I spent the day at the house. I had considered quietly to myself whether or not to show him The Lord of the Rings DVD but that thought was soon banished: I didn't know what the repercussions could be if he saw the fate of Boromir or himself and Merry. It probably wouldn't end well, even if I didn't show him the bad parts, so I decided against it. Well, it became evident after a while that the Hobbit was getting a little bored with just sitting around and exploring the house - well, maybe except when he found my dresser drawer of clothes. I don't really want to talk about the incident with my bra on his head:
"Look, ear warmers!" he had squealed, happy beyond anything at the clever discovery he had made. I am not sure how red my face was but it must have been pretty severe because he immediately rushed to my side and asked if I was feeling well, the bra still in place on his head and a concerned look on his tiny face.
"I'm fine.." I mumbled and snatched the bra from his head, stuffing it back in the drawer.
"Hey!" he cried, "I was having fun with that!" I looked down at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you bored?" I asked and he quickly looked to his feet, ashamed.
"I didn't mean to offend," he murmured, "I just have to have something to be doing all the time, or I get fidgety. Merry always was scolding me for that - he said it wasn't respectable for a gentlehobbit to not be content to just sit and be quiet." he added. Then he got a slightly somber look on his face and he sat down on my bed. "And I do miss Merry terribly." Oh no. I made Pippin sad. What is wrong with me? With quick wit so as not to let the situation get any further uncomfortable - or the Hobbit any more upset- I offered a solution to his boredom.
"I got an idea," I said, "Ever seen a car?"
A/N How'd you all like it? Thanks to Elf of Rivendell for her car idea, yaa you!!! You all have no idea how excited I am to see The Two Towers!!!!! I have a cold though, so it had better be all better by Wednesday. EEEPPP!!! I dunno, I got a review that requested that there should be more of the fellowship introduced, so I gave a little opening for perhaps, Merry to show up. It's not set in stone, so if you guys just like the idea of only Pippin there, I can keep it that way, but if you like the notion of more fellowship at Beth's house, review and tell me and I'll see what I can do. You guys are the best, please review and i'll luv you for always!!! Puppy dog eyes!!!
Hi! Thanks everyone for such a great amount of support, it really does make all the difference to a writer to get nice reviews!!!
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
So, I had to make Pippin a second breakfast: Pancakes, a ham sandwich, bagels and orange juice. Considerably smaller than the last meal, but large nonetheless. I had to leave the Hobbit in my room because my sister was wandering around the upstairs, looking to see if I had broken anything or left any incriminating evidence of whatever it was she thought it was that I did. She found nothing, except a few Cheesies ground into the carpet, and with a huff she told me that she was going to lunch with Dad, and that he's be here in a few minutes.
"How come I'm not invited to lunch?" I asked, absently, as I buttered the bagels.
"Because I am the favorite." She sighed, jokingly, then with a bit of a harsher tone, "What are you doing, cooking breakfast for America?" I laughed, though it felt and probably sounded strained, and shook my head.
"No, I'm just hungry, is all." I fibbed and Karli looked sideways at me, seemingly going to let it go for now. I knew, though, that she knew that something was going on. Lucky for me, at that moment, Dad pulled into the drive way and honked the horn, signaling for Karli to get out there. She gave me one last look and jogged to the door, slamming it on her way out.
"Nosey brat." I mumbled to myself, then I yelled to Pippin, "Pippin, it's all right, you can come out now; she's gone!" He didn't give an answer, but I heard my bedroom door opening, and then Nemo's nails on the floor, then him bounding up the stairs loudly.
Pippin I -" I began but was stunned to silence when I heard a YAHOO!! Followed by Nemo trundling from the stair case into the kitchen with Pippin on his back, grasping tightly onto the fur and latched on for dear life, although the excited expression on his face suggested he was not frightened at all, rather that he was having fun. I stared at him with an open mouth, surprised and delighted at the adorable action.
"I made friends with Nemo!" The hobbit squealed as he slid off the dog's back and landed on his bum. "Ow." he muttered and pushed himself to his feet, sniffing the air as he did. "Mmm smells delicious, what are you cooking?" he asked licking his lips; his sore behind long forgotten and wandering over to the stove, trying to peer over top but alas, he was of course too short.
"Not much. Pancakes, bagels. and there's a sandwich if you'd like it." I informed him, following him to the table where I helped him into his seat.
"Sounds wonderful!" he said and rubbed his stomach and looking up to me expectantly. I soon got the hint and went into the kitchen for his food. It was gone in a ridiculously short amount of time, and at the moment when he was burping his thanks, the dryer gave a ding and his clothing was done. He thanked me for that too saying it had been quite a while since he saw his shirt so clean, and changed in the bathroom. He emerged, looking very Hobbit-ish again (less like walking cotton candy) but holding the pink robe close to him.
"Beth. would you mind terribly if I kept this with me for now?" he asked, seeming a bit embarrassed. I didn't laugh or smile, so as not to insult him, and nodded. "It's just very soft and comfortable. and a rather lovely shade, I may add..." he added, as though to justify his wish. Lovely shade. right.
"Sure you can." I answered, and went to clearing his plates (of which were many) and I watched out of the corner of my eye as Pippin sat on the kitchen floor, the pink bathrobe on his lap and Nemo sprawled beside him, getting a good belly rub.
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Orcs. All around them, they seemed to be coming at them from all directions as the fellowship fought gallantly, trying at all costs to protect Frodo, the ring bearer. Despite the all important task at hand, Meriadoc Brandybuck could not stop thinking of Pippin.
Where had he gone? What happened to him? Would he be all right? I hope the fall didn't kill him. All these thoughts raced through his mind as he defended Frodo, swinging his small sword at the foul beasts that threatened his friend. But always he thought of Pippin. He's always felt more than responsible for his younger relative, even more so now that they were on this perilous journey, and he felt at a loss as to how after all this, he had lost Pippin; just like that.
He glanced at the hole in the ground where he had most recently seen Pippin as he dodged a sword from a small grisly orc, and couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should follow after his best friend. Maybe, just maybe.
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Pippin and I spent the day at the house. I had considered quietly to myself whether or not to show him The Lord of the Rings DVD but that thought was soon banished: I didn't know what the repercussions could be if he saw the fate of Boromir or himself and Merry. It probably wouldn't end well, even if I didn't show him the bad parts, so I decided against it. Well, it became evident after a while that the Hobbit was getting a little bored with just sitting around and exploring the house - well, maybe except when he found my dresser drawer of clothes. I don't really want to talk about the incident with my bra on his head:
"Look, ear warmers!" he had squealed, happy beyond anything at the clever discovery he had made. I am not sure how red my face was but it must have been pretty severe because he immediately rushed to my side and asked if I was feeling well, the bra still in place on his head and a concerned look on his tiny face.
"I'm fine.." I mumbled and snatched the bra from his head, stuffing it back in the drawer.
"Hey!" he cried, "I was having fun with that!" I looked down at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you bored?" I asked and he quickly looked to his feet, ashamed.
"I didn't mean to offend," he murmured, "I just have to have something to be doing all the time, or I get fidgety. Merry always was scolding me for that - he said it wasn't respectable for a gentlehobbit to not be content to just sit and be quiet." he added. Then he got a slightly somber look on his face and he sat down on my bed. "And I do miss Merry terribly." Oh no. I made Pippin sad. What is wrong with me? With quick wit so as not to let the situation get any further uncomfortable - or the Hobbit any more upset- I offered a solution to his boredom.
"I got an idea," I said, "Ever seen a car?"
A/N How'd you all like it? Thanks to Elf of Rivendell for her car idea, yaa you!!! You all have no idea how excited I am to see The Two Towers!!!!! I have a cold though, so it had better be all better by Wednesday. EEEPPP!!! I dunno, I got a review that requested that there should be more of the fellowship introduced, so I gave a little opening for perhaps, Merry to show up. It's not set in stone, so if you guys just like the idea of only Pippin there, I can keep it that way, but if you like the notion of more fellowship at Beth's house, review and tell me and I'll see what I can do. You guys are the best, please review and i'll luv you for always!!! Puppy dog eyes!!!