Bronwe: Nerve (4/?)
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. :) And a HUGE thank you to everyone who reviewed chapters 1 - 3. For some reason, I seem to like posting in threes, so next update you might get up to chapter 9! Gah, these things are addicting.
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BRONWE: Nerve
This was getting quite silly, Pippin decided. Ever since the day Merry had taken the time to tell him all those glorious tales of elves, he'd been unable to tear himself away from the older hobbit. He knew Merry thought of him as a pest but he couldn't help worshiping Merry, just a bit. Nobody else had ever taken the time to tell him stories, not even when he was a young child. His parents had been too busy with his older sisters to notice him.
That morning when Merry had left for his daily visit to cousin Frodo, Pippin had followed him, as always. He loved being around Merry, even if the other found his presence annoying and his sister referred to them as one being (although she had stopped doing that -- Pippin wondered what Merry had threatened to do to her). Now he was waiting beside Frodo's fence, listening for Merry's tell-tale footsteps on the garden path.
"Come out, Pippin," Merry's voice said suddenly and Pippin froze, ducking into a nearby hedge. He hoped Sam didn't notice the lovely hole he'd just made in the lovingly tended brush. But he couldn't talk to Merry, not now! This was his big problem--actually *talking*. He had no problems following and observing, but he was terrified of talking. Strange, since he'd been so talkative that night by the river yet he was now so shy. "Pippin, I know you're there."
*You're not a coward, Pippin Took,* Pippin firmly told himself. *You just work up your nerve and you go over there and you talk to Merry. You'll feel a lot better when you do.*
"Pippin?"
Taking a deep breath, Pippin stood up and came out of the hedge. "I'm here." Was that really his voice, so high and squeaky? He cringed and waited for Merry to respond.
"Ah, I thought I heard you." The fence gate opened and Merry appeared, looking amused. "You need to learn how to walk without shuffling your feet so much. You snuck up on me once... what happened?"
Pippin blushed, stammering out his answer. "I... Distracted."
"Ah." Merry's eyes were twinkling, most unlike his scowls of last week. And the eye-rolling the week before. "Some pretty hobbit lass caught your eye?"
"No."
"Come on, now... don't lie to me."
"Not. No girl I like."
"So what's got your tongue, cousin?"
Pippin slowly forced himself to relax and answer Merry properly. "Nothing. You just startled me when you called my name, that's all." *I got out a whole sentence!* he rejoiced mentally.
"Fine." Merry let let the subject drop, for which Pippin was very thankful. Just then, he caught sight of Frodo's face in the window.
"Did you have a nice visit with Frodo?" He asked Merry, giving Frodo a small wave. Merry turned to see who he was waving at and laughed when Frodo waved back.
"Oh, I always do. You should come one day."
"Me?" Pippin squeaked. Back to the stammering again.
"Well, yes. You're here anyways, might as well come in!"
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't apologize," Merry said. "But go on, now. Your parents must be quite worried about you."
"Okay, Merry." Heart considerably lighter, Pippin ran off towards home. Merry shook his head and walked the other direction, wondering just what in the name of Elbereth had possessed him to do that. Now the child would NEVER leave him alone.
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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. :) And a HUGE thank you to everyone who reviewed chapters 1 - 3. For some reason, I seem to like posting in threes, so next update you might get up to chapter 9! Gah, these things are addicting.
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BRONWE: Nerve
This was getting quite silly, Pippin decided. Ever since the day Merry had taken the time to tell him all those glorious tales of elves, he'd been unable to tear himself away from the older hobbit. He knew Merry thought of him as a pest but he couldn't help worshiping Merry, just a bit. Nobody else had ever taken the time to tell him stories, not even when he was a young child. His parents had been too busy with his older sisters to notice him.
That morning when Merry had left for his daily visit to cousin Frodo, Pippin had followed him, as always. He loved being around Merry, even if the other found his presence annoying and his sister referred to them as one being (although she had stopped doing that -- Pippin wondered what Merry had threatened to do to her). Now he was waiting beside Frodo's fence, listening for Merry's tell-tale footsteps on the garden path.
"Come out, Pippin," Merry's voice said suddenly and Pippin froze, ducking into a nearby hedge. He hoped Sam didn't notice the lovely hole he'd just made in the lovingly tended brush. But he couldn't talk to Merry, not now! This was his big problem--actually *talking*. He had no problems following and observing, but he was terrified of talking. Strange, since he'd been so talkative that night by the river yet he was now so shy. "Pippin, I know you're there."
*You're not a coward, Pippin Took,* Pippin firmly told himself. *You just work up your nerve and you go over there and you talk to Merry. You'll feel a lot better when you do.*
"Pippin?"
Taking a deep breath, Pippin stood up and came out of the hedge. "I'm here." Was that really his voice, so high and squeaky? He cringed and waited for Merry to respond.
"Ah, I thought I heard you." The fence gate opened and Merry appeared, looking amused. "You need to learn how to walk without shuffling your feet so much. You snuck up on me once... what happened?"
Pippin blushed, stammering out his answer. "I... Distracted."
"Ah." Merry's eyes were twinkling, most unlike his scowls of last week. And the eye-rolling the week before. "Some pretty hobbit lass caught your eye?"
"No."
"Come on, now... don't lie to me."
"Not. No girl I like."
"So what's got your tongue, cousin?"
Pippin slowly forced himself to relax and answer Merry properly. "Nothing. You just startled me when you called my name, that's all." *I got out a whole sentence!* he rejoiced mentally.
"Fine." Merry let let the subject drop, for which Pippin was very thankful. Just then, he caught sight of Frodo's face in the window.
"Did you have a nice visit with Frodo?" He asked Merry, giving Frodo a small wave. Merry turned to see who he was waving at and laughed when Frodo waved back.
"Oh, I always do. You should come one day."
"Me?" Pippin squeaked. Back to the stammering again.
"Well, yes. You're here anyways, might as well come in!"
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't apologize," Merry said. "But go on, now. Your parents must be quite worried about you."
"Okay, Merry." Heart considerably lighter, Pippin ran off towards home. Merry shook his head and walked the other direction, wondering just what in the name of Elbereth had possessed him to do that. Now the child would NEVER leave him alone.
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