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Hi! Thanks everyone for such a great amount of support, it really does make all the difference to a writer to get nice reviews!!! So, I got several requests for Boromir, some for Merry and also Frodo.. Well I guess we'll see what happens.
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
Merry stared as if in slow motion, Frodo fell to the dusty floor in the mines of Moria, impaled on a cold spear. Time slowed and for a moment, the only sound that was heard was the fellowship's breathing, echoing like thunder through the hallowed halls. Merry could hear his heart beating dully in his skull, and put his hands over his ears to drown out the noise to no avail; he could still hear Sam's helpless crying and the low voice of Strider, bending over the stricken Hobbit.
He looked with bleary eyes at the ground, and found that he'd wandered over to the well in the ground. He looked into its black depths, feeling utter despair at having lost the two most important people in his life in such a short time, and then raised his eyes to Gandalf, who was wearily holding himself up by his staff, and looking particularly old and grey. Their eyes met and a shadow of a melancholy smile flickered over Merry's face and before anyone could do anything to stop him, he fell forward, disappearing into the black hole.
Gandalf stared at where Merry had seconds ago stood; a solomn and wise look in his eyes. He bowed his head.
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All right. Now I have never been known to be the smartest girl around - not the brightest crayon in the box, the sharpest pencil of the bunch.. You get it? Good. Well, I guess I didn't put my full ten percent of my brain capacity forward when I suggested a car ride, that day. No I certainly did not.
When I had opened the door to the garage, Pippin let out a girlish squeak, ducking behind me, and holding onto my legs using me as a shield against the:
"Metal beast!" he practically screamed, pointing furiously with a short finger at the vehicle.
"Car." I informed him, and took his hand leading him to the front of it. "It's not alive. We drive them.. Like a cart I guess, but without a horse to pull it." I put his hand on the hood and he petted the smooth chrome, as if saying introducing himself or saying hello.
"It must be magic then?" he asked, his eyes wide with awe, as he continued to run his hand over the red exterior.
"No," I began, but then I figured trying to explain the mechanics of a motor vehicle to a Hobbit is easier said than done, so I stopped myself. "Uh- I mean yes. sort of. I guess some type of magic." He didn't even really seem to hear the explanation, as he ventured around the car, studying it with gleeful curious eyes, and quick shy hands.
He looked up at me, quite suddenly out of his trance. "Can we ride?" he asked, a devious smile playing on his lips. I stared down at him wide eyed and nodded, walking around the car and opening the door for him. He followed me but seemed a little anxious to enter.
"I'll be right in there with you. Nothing going to happen so quit worrying. It'll be fun!" I told him, and he warily obeyed, jolting as I shut the door behind him. I hopped in the driver's seat and strapped my seatbelt instructing him to do the same, and put the keys in the ignition.
I probably should have warned him, or even mentioned to him that a car can be a bit frightening if you've never been in one. I probably should have taken into consideration to drive slowly for the Hobbit I probably should have given him a heads up that the ride was starting NOW. Probably.
Pippin let out the loudest and highest pitch shriek I had ever heard when I pulled out of the garage, that I slammed on the brakes and stopped us halfway off the driveway and onto the street. I looked sideways at him with an eyebrow raised. He smiled at me sheepishly and nodded, telling me to proceed. So I did; driving at probably a faster speed than necessary down the street, while Pippin repressed screaming with fright and surprise, bouncing up and down in his seat giddily.
It was such a joy to see Pippin like that: a mixture of fear but more so excitement and enjoyment on his little face; and I was laughing to myself and looking down to catch a glance at the oh-so-adorable so often that I almost didn't see the Chevy pulling out infront of me. I floored the brakes and swerved to avoid slamming into the rear of the Chevy.
This time Pippin did scream and threw his hands up in the air as well as his small legs, as the car swerved, narrowly missing collision. His foot hit the radio knob, and just my luck, he flicked it on and suddenly Rob Zombie was blaring at us. Pippin screamed again. And then some more. Then I screamed. It was girly screamfest number two. The car screeched to a halt, diagonal on the road, and we sat there, heaving breath and staring forward with huge eyes. I reached up and turned the radio off and then slowly looked to him and he looked to me, his face pale.
"That was NOT fun." He stated and I gave a nervous laugh, unbuckling my belt and then his. We were definitely not going to drive home, we could walk; home was just down the street anyways. I got out and opened the passenger door for Pippin only to have him sprang out, latching onto my leg like a leech. Apparently that car ride had shaken him up more than I thought. I discreetly tried to pry him off with my other foot but he wouldn't have it so with a sigh, I locked the door, planning to pick up the car later and bean to trundle up the street with the Hobbit latched onto my leg.
Let me tell you, it wasn't easy carrying that little chubster all the way home and I was breathing hard by the time I pushed the front door open, nearly falling in. I managed to slip my foot out of Pippin's hold and he stayed sitting on the floor, legs stretched out infront of him and hands at his side. He looked all cute and doll-like.
Well, turns out we got home at exactly the - well, I'm not sure if it was the right time or the wrong time but as soon as the door was locked a loud guttural scream came from downstairs followed by some incomprehensible mutterings and cursing. I took one look at Pippin and he stretched his arms up to me as I scooped him up and leapt down the stairs, bursting into my bedroom where the scream had originated from.
We were met by the sight of Karli standing on my desk, a brush in her hand, defending herself from a lump tangled in the sheets of my bed .It was scrambling to free itself as Pippin squirmed out of my arms and hit the floor with a thud, running excitedly over to the figure on the bed and with a quick heave, had pulled the sheets off revealing:
"MERRY!!!" Pippin screamed and pounced on his cousin, sending them both sprawling on the bed in a heap of Hobbit. Karli took one look at me and her eyes rolled back into her head as she fell off the desk. This only added to the great commotion and Pippin jumped up, hands held high in the air, and legs planted apart as he triumphantly exclaimed the naughty swear word I had accidentally taught him.
I let a hand fly to my forehead as Merry sat up and looked confused at his cousin who was standing tall (well, as tall as you can be at four feet tall) and proud, at his seemingly appropriate exclamation.
"Well that's a strange word, Pip. "Merry said, scratching his curly head. "What's it mean?" and then he muttered the obscenity, testing it out for his own.
"Oops..." I breathed.
A/N
How did you like that one? Don't worry if I didn't bring the character you wanted in; the fellowship aren't out of moria yet and anything could happen.
I SAW THE TWO TOWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No words can describe how good it was!!!!! SQUEEEEE!!!!!!..... except that: I think that did it..
Ahem. please review, I'm in need of some encouragement and I'd love to hear your thoughts !!!! LOVE YOU ALL!!
Hi! Thanks everyone for such a great amount of support, it really does make all the difference to a writer to get nice reviews!!! So, I got several requests for Boromir, some for Merry and also Frodo.. Well I guess we'll see what happens.
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
Merry stared as if in slow motion, Frodo fell to the dusty floor in the mines of Moria, impaled on a cold spear. Time slowed and for a moment, the only sound that was heard was the fellowship's breathing, echoing like thunder through the hallowed halls. Merry could hear his heart beating dully in his skull, and put his hands over his ears to drown out the noise to no avail; he could still hear Sam's helpless crying and the low voice of Strider, bending over the stricken Hobbit.
He looked with bleary eyes at the ground, and found that he'd wandered over to the well in the ground. He looked into its black depths, feeling utter despair at having lost the two most important people in his life in such a short time, and then raised his eyes to Gandalf, who was wearily holding himself up by his staff, and looking particularly old and grey. Their eyes met and a shadow of a melancholy smile flickered over Merry's face and before anyone could do anything to stop him, he fell forward, disappearing into the black hole.
Gandalf stared at where Merry had seconds ago stood; a solomn and wise look in his eyes. He bowed his head.
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All right. Now I have never been known to be the smartest girl around - not the brightest crayon in the box, the sharpest pencil of the bunch.. You get it? Good. Well, I guess I didn't put my full ten percent of my brain capacity forward when I suggested a car ride, that day. No I certainly did not.
When I had opened the door to the garage, Pippin let out a girlish squeak, ducking behind me, and holding onto my legs using me as a shield against the:
"Metal beast!" he practically screamed, pointing furiously with a short finger at the vehicle.
"Car." I informed him, and took his hand leading him to the front of it. "It's not alive. We drive them.. Like a cart I guess, but without a horse to pull it." I put his hand on the hood and he petted the smooth chrome, as if saying introducing himself or saying hello.
"It must be magic then?" he asked, his eyes wide with awe, as he continued to run his hand over the red exterior.
"No," I began, but then I figured trying to explain the mechanics of a motor vehicle to a Hobbit is easier said than done, so I stopped myself. "Uh- I mean yes. sort of. I guess some type of magic." He didn't even really seem to hear the explanation, as he ventured around the car, studying it with gleeful curious eyes, and quick shy hands.
He looked up at me, quite suddenly out of his trance. "Can we ride?" he asked, a devious smile playing on his lips. I stared down at him wide eyed and nodded, walking around the car and opening the door for him. He followed me but seemed a little anxious to enter.
"I'll be right in there with you. Nothing going to happen so quit worrying. It'll be fun!" I told him, and he warily obeyed, jolting as I shut the door behind him. I hopped in the driver's seat and strapped my seatbelt instructing him to do the same, and put the keys in the ignition.
I probably should have warned him, or even mentioned to him that a car can be a bit frightening if you've never been in one. I probably should have taken into consideration to drive slowly for the Hobbit I probably should have given him a heads up that the ride was starting NOW. Probably.
Pippin let out the loudest and highest pitch shriek I had ever heard when I pulled out of the garage, that I slammed on the brakes and stopped us halfway off the driveway and onto the street. I looked sideways at him with an eyebrow raised. He smiled at me sheepishly and nodded, telling me to proceed. So I did; driving at probably a faster speed than necessary down the street, while Pippin repressed screaming with fright and surprise, bouncing up and down in his seat giddily.
It was such a joy to see Pippin like that: a mixture of fear but more so excitement and enjoyment on his little face; and I was laughing to myself and looking down to catch a glance at the oh-so-adorable so often that I almost didn't see the Chevy pulling out infront of me. I floored the brakes and swerved to avoid slamming into the rear of the Chevy.
This time Pippin did scream and threw his hands up in the air as well as his small legs, as the car swerved, narrowly missing collision. His foot hit the radio knob, and just my luck, he flicked it on and suddenly Rob Zombie was blaring at us. Pippin screamed again. And then some more. Then I screamed. It was girly screamfest number two. The car screeched to a halt, diagonal on the road, and we sat there, heaving breath and staring forward with huge eyes. I reached up and turned the radio off and then slowly looked to him and he looked to me, his face pale.
"That was NOT fun." He stated and I gave a nervous laugh, unbuckling my belt and then his. We were definitely not going to drive home, we could walk; home was just down the street anyways. I got out and opened the passenger door for Pippin only to have him sprang out, latching onto my leg like a leech. Apparently that car ride had shaken him up more than I thought. I discreetly tried to pry him off with my other foot but he wouldn't have it so with a sigh, I locked the door, planning to pick up the car later and bean to trundle up the street with the Hobbit latched onto my leg.
Let me tell you, it wasn't easy carrying that little chubster all the way home and I was breathing hard by the time I pushed the front door open, nearly falling in. I managed to slip my foot out of Pippin's hold and he stayed sitting on the floor, legs stretched out infront of him and hands at his side. He looked all cute and doll-like.
Well, turns out we got home at exactly the - well, I'm not sure if it was the right time or the wrong time but as soon as the door was locked a loud guttural scream came from downstairs followed by some incomprehensible mutterings and cursing. I took one look at Pippin and he stretched his arms up to me as I scooped him up and leapt down the stairs, bursting into my bedroom where the scream had originated from.
We were met by the sight of Karli standing on my desk, a brush in her hand, defending herself from a lump tangled in the sheets of my bed .It was scrambling to free itself as Pippin squirmed out of my arms and hit the floor with a thud, running excitedly over to the figure on the bed and with a quick heave, had pulled the sheets off revealing:
"MERRY!!!" Pippin screamed and pounced on his cousin, sending them both sprawling on the bed in a heap of Hobbit. Karli took one look at me and her eyes rolled back into her head as she fell off the desk. This only added to the great commotion and Pippin jumped up, hands held high in the air, and legs planted apart as he triumphantly exclaimed the naughty swear word I had accidentally taught him.
I let a hand fly to my forehead as Merry sat up and looked confused at his cousin who was standing tall (well, as tall as you can be at four feet tall) and proud, at his seemingly appropriate exclamation.
"Well that's a strange word, Pip. "Merry said, scratching his curly head. "What's it mean?" and then he muttered the obscenity, testing it out for his own.
"Oops..." I breathed.
A/N
How did you like that one? Don't worry if I didn't bring the character you wanted in; the fellowship aren't out of moria yet and anything could happen.
I SAW THE TWO TOWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No words can describe how good it was!!!!! SQUEEEEE!!!!!!..... except that: I think that did it..
Ahem. please review, I'm in need of some encouragement and I'd love to hear your thoughts !!!! LOVE YOU ALL!!