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Thanks for all the nice reviews guys!! I never thought this fic would go this far, and I have to be honest, I have killer writer's block so I may not be able to continue it. Any ideas would be welcomed and appreciated!!
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
Mom looked pretty confused, standing there in the doorway still in her work clothes- as I sat on the floor, tears of mirth running down my cheeks, and Pippin sprawled next to me and Merry standing in the pink bathrobe in front of us.
"Beth." she said warily and looked at me very suspiciously. I stood up quickly and proceeded to squash her in a huge hug, while motioning with my hand behind me for the Hobbits to hide.
"MOM!!!" I bellowed loudly, so that the flap of Hobbit feet was drowned out. "You're home early, aren't you?"
"Beth- Who are those little men?" She asked, trying to get out of the embrace, but my grip on her and my hair in her face, proved she could do otherwise. She huffed, getting annoyed, so I shut my eyes and hoped the Hobbits were out of sight; and then slowly let her go, turning around. The kitchen was empty.
"What little men, Mom?" I asked sweetly, and looked around with an exaggerated swing to my head. "I don't see anyone- are you sure you saw someone?" I added for emphasis. Oh please let her believe me, let her be tired, let her not know the difference. She looked around quickly and shook her head, rubbing her eyes.
"I could've sworn I saw-" She murmured and blinked long and hard. God, I hated tricking her, but I didn't have a choice.
"You're probably just tired, Mom. Little men- honestly now, does that sound realistic?" I cut her off, my teeth aching from the falsity. She looked at me sleepily and shook her head, glancing around the corner just to reassure herself. She gave a quick laugh and ran a hand through her hair.
"You're right. Too many late shifts is what it is; I must be over-tired is all." She said and believed me. "Do you know I actually thought I saw a midget wearing your sister's bathrobe? I must be losing it!" she laughed fully now and shook her head.
"Yeah; crazy Mom; I -Eepp!!!!" I cut myself of as I saw a Hobbit foot protruding from the half opened cabinet, along with a flap of the pink bathrobe. I clapped a hand over my face and faked a sneeze before Mom could suspect anything of my outburst.
"Bless you," she said, sounding a little dazed, "I'm going to go to bed, honey- maybe I'll go to the optometrists tomorrow- check my eyes out." she was smiling- she's made a joke. Normal people laugh at jokes so I forced myself to let out a short laugh, which ended up sounding a lot like a dying goat. At least what I think a dying goat sounds like; I've never really witnessed a goat dying before but-.anyways. She didn't notice, thankfully and I managed to mutter a goodnight before she disappeared down the hall and her door snapped shut.
I let out a tremendous sigh, and slumped back down on the floor as the Hobbit's burst through the cabinet in a blur of pink robe and curly hair. Pippin ended up sitting on Merry's stomach and they both had various bags of chips, boxes of cereal in their tiny fists. Pippin had his foot in a box of Lucky Charms- I don't know how that quite happened, but needless to say, they were going in the garbage now- unless Pippin still wanted to eat them... I'm thinking he still wanted to eat them.
"That was close." I sighed, rubbing my temples. They smiled sheepishly and stood up, feet shuffling (Lucky charms went everywhere).
"We are sorry that we're causing you so much trouble, Beth." Merry was sure to apologize for the both of them, seeing as Pippin was busy scrambling on the floor, picking up the marshmallow bits of the littered cereal, and popping them in his mouth. He looked up as Merry gave a discreet cough and gave me a toothy grin, and I couldn't help but smile back. SO CUTE!!! But also evil. yes they were in a way evil- evil in a good way.
"It's all right." I sighed and stood up as well. "Boys, it's pretty late- we'd better get you situated on where you're going to sleep tonight." I added. Yes, it was time to send the Hobbits off to bed so I could have some time to think and clear my head.
"Sleep?" Pippin cried, a little too loudly, so Merry clapped a hand over his mouth to quiet him up.
"Yeah! It's late, you know. What good is a tired Hobbit?" I asked, trying to convince him. He crossed his arms like a little kid and Merry raised an eyebrow at the childish behaviour.
"Yes, it is time to be getting off to bed, Pippin. Be agreeable!" he sighed and I gave him a grateful smile- he understood what I was feeling at the moment. Good Merry.
"Come on, let's see what I can find you." I offered and lead them back to my room, grabbing extra blankets and pillows from the linen closet as I did. Entering my room, it was distinct that I didn't have much space to house two extra bodies, small as they were. I knew I sure as hell wasn't sharing a bed with the two Hobbits- it was just too weird... Hobbits.. In my bed... No, that was definitely not an option. Lucky me, Pippin immediately set his sights on the bed and leapt onto it, sprawled face down and refusing to move when I said:
"No no no no no no no no no. No Hobbit's in my bed. OUT!" He simply laughed a bit and waited for me to pick him up off the bed. "Yeesh." I groaned at his weight and set him onto the ground next to Merry. "Ok, let's think about this rationally: we don't want anyone to find out you guys are here- we've already had too many close calls. I think the best place for you guys is the closet." I uncomfortably offered, gesturing towards the closet. They deserved better then the closet, but I couldn't risk having someone walk in and see them sleeping on an air mattress by my bed. They'd be caught- It would be over. Who knows what would happen to them.
Merry nodded his head in approval of the idea and Pippin did so as well, albeit a little reluctantly. I think he really had his heart set on my bed. Too bad. So, with that, I set up a huge squishy bed inside my closet, the mattress: dozens and dozens of fluffy stuffed animals, and a huge blanket to go over them; not to mention lots of pillows and stuff. By the end of it, the Hobbit's bed looked actually really comfortable, like a kid's giant fort- I found myself thinking: Aaww, I wanna sleep in there. But I didn't say anything. I picked up first Merry, then Pippin, and placed them into the bed and each sunk down into the soft cushiony bed, looking very please at the unique creation.
"Good?" I asked, pulling a blanket over top of them. Merry nodded politely.
"Yes, very good." Pippin said through a yawn and closed his eyes. OOOHHH they looked so cute, I could barely stand it so I quickly shut the door, muttering goodnight, and let out a little squeak, leaving my room.
Feeling especially tired, I walked into the computer room and sat infront of it in an old creaky chair, and put my head in my hands. I was really enjoying having the Hobbits at my house, but at the same time, I knew that they would have to get back to where they belonged sooner or later. That thought nearly broke my heart- They would be going away, and there was nothing I could do about it. And then there was also the thought of how they were going to get back. Not to seem ignorant, but I had no idea how this sort of thing worked- Hobbits magically appearing at random in different dimensions. How does one go about finding out how to send those Hobbits back? The first thing that sprang into my mind to answer that question was: Where else?
"Fanfiction.Net!" I thought out loud excitedly, and immediately went to the site. If I was going to find answers anywhere, it would be there. I scanned hurriedly through the pages, coming across a lot of Mary Sues, original characters, Hobbit slash (Erk.) and even some fellowship in modern times stories. I smiled wryly to myself. Wouldn't what was happening to me fit so well into that category? Unfortunately, even after quite some time of searching, I found no clear answer on how to send Hobbits back to their time. There was however, a certain Merry/Pippin story that caught my eye and so curiosity drove me to read it. A bit suggestive, perhaps, but nothing too graphic- it wasn't too bad. I was shocked out of my quiet trance looking at the screen by a gasp from beside me and I swung around to see Pippin staring at what I'd been reading in shock, a fat finger pointed to the computer. Apparently, he couldn't sleep and so had come to see me.
"Why does that box have that written about Merry and I? We never did that! It's not true, I tell you, NOT TRUE!!" He squeaked, jumping up and down frantically.
Oh, how was I going to explain this one?
A/N Pheew, that was a pretty long one. We'll probably hear from the rest of the Fellowship in Moria, next chapter.
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have exams in two days (I should probably be studying now, but my brain needs a break)
I hope you all like it, R&R and tell me what you think.
Thanks for all the nice reviews guys!! I never thought this fic would go this far, and I have to be honest, I have killer writer's block so I may not be able to continue it. Any ideas would be welcomed and appreciated!!
What's a hobbit doing in my room?
Mom looked pretty confused, standing there in the doorway still in her work clothes- as I sat on the floor, tears of mirth running down my cheeks, and Pippin sprawled next to me and Merry standing in the pink bathrobe in front of us.
"Beth." she said warily and looked at me very suspiciously. I stood up quickly and proceeded to squash her in a huge hug, while motioning with my hand behind me for the Hobbits to hide.
"MOM!!!" I bellowed loudly, so that the flap of Hobbit feet was drowned out. "You're home early, aren't you?"
"Beth- Who are those little men?" She asked, trying to get out of the embrace, but my grip on her and my hair in her face, proved she could do otherwise. She huffed, getting annoyed, so I shut my eyes and hoped the Hobbits were out of sight; and then slowly let her go, turning around. The kitchen was empty.
"What little men, Mom?" I asked sweetly, and looked around with an exaggerated swing to my head. "I don't see anyone- are you sure you saw someone?" I added for emphasis. Oh please let her believe me, let her be tired, let her not know the difference. She looked around quickly and shook her head, rubbing her eyes.
"I could've sworn I saw-" She murmured and blinked long and hard. God, I hated tricking her, but I didn't have a choice.
"You're probably just tired, Mom. Little men- honestly now, does that sound realistic?" I cut her off, my teeth aching from the falsity. She looked at me sleepily and shook her head, glancing around the corner just to reassure herself. She gave a quick laugh and ran a hand through her hair.
"You're right. Too many late shifts is what it is; I must be over-tired is all." She said and believed me. "Do you know I actually thought I saw a midget wearing your sister's bathrobe? I must be losing it!" she laughed fully now and shook her head.
"Yeah; crazy Mom; I -Eepp!!!!" I cut myself of as I saw a Hobbit foot protruding from the half opened cabinet, along with a flap of the pink bathrobe. I clapped a hand over my face and faked a sneeze before Mom could suspect anything of my outburst.
"Bless you," she said, sounding a little dazed, "I'm going to go to bed, honey- maybe I'll go to the optometrists tomorrow- check my eyes out." she was smiling- she's made a joke. Normal people laugh at jokes so I forced myself to let out a short laugh, which ended up sounding a lot like a dying goat. At least what I think a dying goat sounds like; I've never really witnessed a goat dying before but-.anyways. She didn't notice, thankfully and I managed to mutter a goodnight before she disappeared down the hall and her door snapped shut.
I let out a tremendous sigh, and slumped back down on the floor as the Hobbit's burst through the cabinet in a blur of pink robe and curly hair. Pippin ended up sitting on Merry's stomach and they both had various bags of chips, boxes of cereal in their tiny fists. Pippin had his foot in a box of Lucky Charms- I don't know how that quite happened, but needless to say, they were going in the garbage now- unless Pippin still wanted to eat them... I'm thinking he still wanted to eat them.
"That was close." I sighed, rubbing my temples. They smiled sheepishly and stood up, feet shuffling (Lucky charms went everywhere).
"We are sorry that we're causing you so much trouble, Beth." Merry was sure to apologize for the both of them, seeing as Pippin was busy scrambling on the floor, picking up the marshmallow bits of the littered cereal, and popping them in his mouth. He looked up as Merry gave a discreet cough and gave me a toothy grin, and I couldn't help but smile back. SO CUTE!!! But also evil. yes they were in a way evil- evil in a good way.
"It's all right." I sighed and stood up as well. "Boys, it's pretty late- we'd better get you situated on where you're going to sleep tonight." I added. Yes, it was time to send the Hobbits off to bed so I could have some time to think and clear my head.
"Sleep?" Pippin cried, a little too loudly, so Merry clapped a hand over his mouth to quiet him up.
"Yeah! It's late, you know. What good is a tired Hobbit?" I asked, trying to convince him. He crossed his arms like a little kid and Merry raised an eyebrow at the childish behaviour.
"Yes, it is time to be getting off to bed, Pippin. Be agreeable!" he sighed and I gave him a grateful smile- he understood what I was feeling at the moment. Good Merry.
"Come on, let's see what I can find you." I offered and lead them back to my room, grabbing extra blankets and pillows from the linen closet as I did. Entering my room, it was distinct that I didn't have much space to house two extra bodies, small as they were. I knew I sure as hell wasn't sharing a bed with the two Hobbits- it was just too weird... Hobbits.. In my bed... No, that was definitely not an option. Lucky me, Pippin immediately set his sights on the bed and leapt onto it, sprawled face down and refusing to move when I said:
"No no no no no no no no no. No Hobbit's in my bed. OUT!" He simply laughed a bit and waited for me to pick him up off the bed. "Yeesh." I groaned at his weight and set him onto the ground next to Merry. "Ok, let's think about this rationally: we don't want anyone to find out you guys are here- we've already had too many close calls. I think the best place for you guys is the closet." I uncomfortably offered, gesturing towards the closet. They deserved better then the closet, but I couldn't risk having someone walk in and see them sleeping on an air mattress by my bed. They'd be caught- It would be over. Who knows what would happen to them.
Merry nodded his head in approval of the idea and Pippin did so as well, albeit a little reluctantly. I think he really had his heart set on my bed. Too bad. So, with that, I set up a huge squishy bed inside my closet, the mattress: dozens and dozens of fluffy stuffed animals, and a huge blanket to go over them; not to mention lots of pillows and stuff. By the end of it, the Hobbit's bed looked actually really comfortable, like a kid's giant fort- I found myself thinking: Aaww, I wanna sleep in there. But I didn't say anything. I picked up first Merry, then Pippin, and placed them into the bed and each sunk down into the soft cushiony bed, looking very please at the unique creation.
"Good?" I asked, pulling a blanket over top of them. Merry nodded politely.
"Yes, very good." Pippin said through a yawn and closed his eyes. OOOHHH they looked so cute, I could barely stand it so I quickly shut the door, muttering goodnight, and let out a little squeak, leaving my room.
Feeling especially tired, I walked into the computer room and sat infront of it in an old creaky chair, and put my head in my hands. I was really enjoying having the Hobbits at my house, but at the same time, I knew that they would have to get back to where they belonged sooner or later. That thought nearly broke my heart- They would be going away, and there was nothing I could do about it. And then there was also the thought of how they were going to get back. Not to seem ignorant, but I had no idea how this sort of thing worked- Hobbits magically appearing at random in different dimensions. How does one go about finding out how to send those Hobbits back? The first thing that sprang into my mind to answer that question was: Where else?
"Fanfiction.Net!" I thought out loud excitedly, and immediately went to the site. If I was going to find answers anywhere, it would be there. I scanned hurriedly through the pages, coming across a lot of Mary Sues, original characters, Hobbit slash (Erk.) and even some fellowship in modern times stories. I smiled wryly to myself. Wouldn't what was happening to me fit so well into that category? Unfortunately, even after quite some time of searching, I found no clear answer on how to send Hobbits back to their time. There was however, a certain Merry/Pippin story that caught my eye and so curiosity drove me to read it. A bit suggestive, perhaps, but nothing too graphic- it wasn't too bad. I was shocked out of my quiet trance looking at the screen by a gasp from beside me and I swung around to see Pippin staring at what I'd been reading in shock, a fat finger pointed to the computer. Apparently, he couldn't sleep and so had come to see me.
"Why does that box have that written about Merry and I? We never did that! It's not true, I tell you, NOT TRUE!!" He squeaked, jumping up and down frantically.
Oh, how was I going to explain this one?
A/N Pheew, that was a pretty long one. We'll probably hear from the rest of the Fellowship in Moria, next chapter.
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have exams in two days (I should probably be studying now, but my brain needs a break)
I hope you all like it, R&R and tell me what you think.