Bronwe: Discovery (2/?)
By ALBA
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DISCLAIMER: The characters mentioned in this story do not belong to me, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien's estate. I merely borrowed them and will return them when I'm finished with them. I am making no money off this fiction, in fact, I'm paying for it to even BE here. So don't sue me because I am flat broke. PrettySparklyDanceBoys broke my bank.
DEDICATION: For Kris, my beloved, nasty elfslut. :) For Janelle, my smutmuse who gives me the needed boots to the head. And to Daisy Gamgee for her kind words and her go-ahead for me to write this series.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Bronwe" is Sindarin for "enduring, lasting quality, faith" (according to http://www.jrrvf.com/~hisweloke/cgi-bin/sintrans.cgi). No, Elves don't have anything to do with the story. I just liked the word. :)
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BRONWE: Discovery
Frodo wasn't known for being stupid. In fact, Frodo and Bilbo Baggins were probably the most learned Hobbits in the entire Shire. Which is why it didn't take him very long to notice that Merry seemed to have grown an extra appendage after the Thain Took's birthday. An appendage that giggled, laughed, teased, and generally behaved like any normal Hobbit-child and answered to the name "Pippin".
"Hullo, Merry, Pippin," Frodo greeted the two of them as they raced down the lane towards him one summer afternoon.
"Frodo!" Pippin exclaimed, putting on an extra burst of speed and throwing himself at the older Hobbit. Frodo was prepared and just managed to catch Pippin before they both fell over.
"You're getting heavy!" he scolded gently, giving Pippin's softening belly a poke. "All those good meals your Ma prepares, I'll bet." Pippin giggled and Frodo turned to his other cousin. "Morning, Merry."
"Morning, cousin," Merry said, giving Frodo a one-armed hug, seeing as Pippin was still wrapped Frodo's waist. Pippin slowly unwound himself and raced off down the lane again, towards Bag End. Merry and Frodo followed along more slowly.
Now that they were alone, Frodo shot his cousin an amused look. "Explain."
Merry sighed. "I escaped from the house during his father's birthday week--Pervinca and Pearl were driving me insane! I ended up at the river, where Pippin found me. Seeing as neither one of us wanted to go back, I told him the elf-stories Bilbo used to tell us. Pippin started following me around afterwards and I just can't seem to shake him. It's like he worships me now."
"How cute!"
"Don't start. I've already heard it from his sisters, thanks... Pervinca's never going to let me live that down. She calls the two of us Pippery-" at this, Frodo snickered and Merry hit him on the shoulder. "Shut up, Frodo. Anyways, she just won't stop telling us how adorable we look together! I finally had to threaten to drown her in the River if she didn't stop her teasing."
"Oh, come on. It can't be as bad as that," Frodo said.
"Worse," answered Merry. "But I do have to admit that it's kind of cute. I can ask him to do anything and he'll do it."
"Anything?" Frodo raised his eyebrow and Merry grinned.
"I dared him to climb the Gaffer's best tree just the other day and he did it. And he didn't get caught, neither."
Frodo's mouth dropped open. "Meriadoc Brandybuck! If he had have gotten himself caught..."
"But he didn't, Frodo. Pippin's too good for that." Merry sounded proud and Frodo filed that little tidbit away for later use. The things Merry was going to teach this child...
"Cousin, you should be glad that Sam isn't around. I don't imagine he'd be very pleased to hear that you dared Pippin to climb his father's tree."
"By Elbereth! I'd forgotten!"
At the expression on Merry's face, Frodo had to laugh. "Don't worry, this is Sam's day of rest... He's probably at the Inn, making eyes at Rosie Cotton."
"So that's who he's mooning after. I've always wondered what takes him to the Inn almost every night."
"Seems like this is a day for discoveries, cousin. You're learning what hero-worship is, along with who our Master Samwise likes, and I'm learning blackmail I can use against you-"
"Frodo!"
"What?" Frodo blinked innocently and Merry rolled his eyes.
"You tell Sam about the tree and I'll tell Bilbo about Farmer Maggot's dogs."
"You fight dirty," Frodo complained, then grinned. "But it's a deal."
"FRODO! MERRY!" They heard Pippin's voice calling them from down the path. "TEA!"
"Race you," Merry challenged, sprinting away with a laugh. Growling, Frodo ran after him, chasing the younger Hobbit all the way to Bag End where Bilbo and Pippin waited at the door.
By ALBA
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DISCLAIMER: The characters mentioned in this story do not belong to me, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien's estate. I merely borrowed them and will return them when I'm finished with them. I am making no money off this fiction, in fact, I'm paying for it to even BE here. So don't sue me because I am flat broke. PrettySparklyDanceBoys broke my bank.
DEDICATION: For Kris, my beloved, nasty elfslut. :) For Janelle, my smutmuse who gives me the needed boots to the head. And to Daisy Gamgee for her kind words and her go-ahead for me to write this series.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Bronwe" is Sindarin for "enduring, lasting quality, faith" (according to http://www.jrrvf.com/~hisweloke/cgi-bin/sintrans.cgi). No, Elves don't have anything to do with the story. I just liked the word. :)
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BRONWE: Discovery
Frodo wasn't known for being stupid. In fact, Frodo and Bilbo Baggins were probably the most learned Hobbits in the entire Shire. Which is why it didn't take him very long to notice that Merry seemed to have grown an extra appendage after the Thain Took's birthday. An appendage that giggled, laughed, teased, and generally behaved like any normal Hobbit-child and answered to the name "Pippin".
"Hullo, Merry, Pippin," Frodo greeted the two of them as they raced down the lane towards him one summer afternoon.
"Frodo!" Pippin exclaimed, putting on an extra burst of speed and throwing himself at the older Hobbit. Frodo was prepared and just managed to catch Pippin before they both fell over.
"You're getting heavy!" he scolded gently, giving Pippin's softening belly a poke. "All those good meals your Ma prepares, I'll bet." Pippin giggled and Frodo turned to his other cousin. "Morning, Merry."
"Morning, cousin," Merry said, giving Frodo a one-armed hug, seeing as Pippin was still wrapped Frodo's waist. Pippin slowly unwound himself and raced off down the lane again, towards Bag End. Merry and Frodo followed along more slowly.
Now that they were alone, Frodo shot his cousin an amused look. "Explain."
Merry sighed. "I escaped from the house during his father's birthday week--Pervinca and Pearl were driving me insane! I ended up at the river, where Pippin found me. Seeing as neither one of us wanted to go back, I told him the elf-stories Bilbo used to tell us. Pippin started following me around afterwards and I just can't seem to shake him. It's like he worships me now."
"How cute!"
"Don't start. I've already heard it from his sisters, thanks... Pervinca's never going to let me live that down. She calls the two of us Pippery-" at this, Frodo snickered and Merry hit him on the shoulder. "Shut up, Frodo. Anyways, she just won't stop telling us how adorable we look together! I finally had to threaten to drown her in the River if she didn't stop her teasing."
"Oh, come on. It can't be as bad as that," Frodo said.
"Worse," answered Merry. "But I do have to admit that it's kind of cute. I can ask him to do anything and he'll do it."
"Anything?" Frodo raised his eyebrow and Merry grinned.
"I dared him to climb the Gaffer's best tree just the other day and he did it. And he didn't get caught, neither."
Frodo's mouth dropped open. "Meriadoc Brandybuck! If he had have gotten himself caught..."
"But he didn't, Frodo. Pippin's too good for that." Merry sounded proud and Frodo filed that little tidbit away for later use. The things Merry was going to teach this child...
"Cousin, you should be glad that Sam isn't around. I don't imagine he'd be very pleased to hear that you dared Pippin to climb his father's tree."
"By Elbereth! I'd forgotten!"
At the expression on Merry's face, Frodo had to laugh. "Don't worry, this is Sam's day of rest... He's probably at the Inn, making eyes at Rosie Cotton."
"So that's who he's mooning after. I've always wondered what takes him to the Inn almost every night."
"Seems like this is a day for discoveries, cousin. You're learning what hero-worship is, along with who our Master Samwise likes, and I'm learning blackmail I can use against you-"
"Frodo!"
"What?" Frodo blinked innocently and Merry rolled his eyes.
"You tell Sam about the tree and I'll tell Bilbo about Farmer Maggot's dogs."
"You fight dirty," Frodo complained, then grinned. "But it's a deal."
"FRODO! MERRY!" They heard Pippin's voice calling them from down the path. "TEA!"
"Race you," Merry challenged, sprinting away with a laugh. Growling, Frodo ran after him, chasing the younger Hobbit all the way to Bag End where Bilbo and Pippin waited at the door.