Bronwe: Limit (5/?)
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. :) Again, 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: Limit
This was really getting ridiculous, Merry decided, flopping onto a patch of grass beside the road. Pippin following him around had been cute for a while, but now it was just aggravating. It had only gotten worse after the incident outside Frodo's house, making Merry ready to kill someone. A little green-eyed Took hobbit, perhaps. Either way, killing was definitely on his agenda. The warmth of the sun on his face wasn't helping his temper any, so Merry got up with a sigh and began to head home.
"Merry?" Pippin's voice asked timidly.
"WHAT?" Merry growled back, spotting the younger hobbit sitting on the ground near to where he'd been laying. Pippin had followed him AGAIN, although this time he hadn't approached Merry as had been his wont recently. But he was still *there* and that bothered Merry quite a bit. Would he never get a moment's peace?
"Where are you going?" Pippin asked, looking up at Merry with an eager expression on his face.
"Nowhere."
"I was just wondering if you were planning on going with Fatty to Farmer Maggot's field. I heard them-" Merry cut him off mid-sentence.
"No, I'm not going with Fatty."
"What about to the Inn? Sam's probably there..."
"I'm not going to the Inn!" His tone was considerably sharper than it had ever been when speaking to the other hobbit and Merry saw an emotion flash across Pippin's face-hurt maybe. But then it was gone and Pippin's face was once again eager. Merry turned his back, not wanting to see those bright green eyes looking at him with such worship in them. He hated it, he really did. There was a long silence before Pippin spoke again.
"Well, where were you going then? Can I come with you?"
"NO!" Merry finally lost his temper. He whipped around to glare at the younger hobbit. "You can't come with me where I'm going! Not now, not ever. Understand? This little hero-worship thing has got to stop. It was cute, but now it's OVER! No more following me! You're just a child! I don't need a child holding me back all the time!"
Pippin's eyes now shone bright with unshed tears. "Do I really hold you back?" He asked, voice quavering.
"I can't exactly go anywhere with you hanging off my legs," Merry shot back harshly. "So yes, I guess that means you hold me back!"
"I thought you liked me."
"You were wrong." Merry suddenly had to question where this sudden burst of cruelty came from, but it felt so good to get his pent-up emotions out, even at the expense of Pippin's own feelings.
"Well... okay."
"Go home, Pippin. I don't want you here. And I don't want you coming back!"
"I'm sorry, Merry." And as Pippin slowly trudged away in the opposite direction, towards Tuckborough, his shoulders were slumped. Merry idly wondered why he didn't feel happy that his shadow was finally gone. It was a good thing, right? That he was finally free of that child who had been holding him back from having fun?
If it was such a good thing, why did he feel so bad?
/end.
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. :) Again, 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: Limit
This was really getting ridiculous, Merry decided, flopping onto a patch of grass beside the road. Pippin following him around had been cute for a while, but now it was just aggravating. It had only gotten worse after the incident outside Frodo's house, making Merry ready to kill someone. A little green-eyed Took hobbit, perhaps. Either way, killing was definitely on his agenda. The warmth of the sun on his face wasn't helping his temper any, so Merry got up with a sigh and began to head home.
"Merry?" Pippin's voice asked timidly.
"WHAT?" Merry growled back, spotting the younger hobbit sitting on the ground near to where he'd been laying. Pippin had followed him AGAIN, although this time he hadn't approached Merry as had been his wont recently. But he was still *there* and that bothered Merry quite a bit. Would he never get a moment's peace?
"Where are you going?" Pippin asked, looking up at Merry with an eager expression on his face.
"Nowhere."
"I was just wondering if you were planning on going with Fatty to Farmer Maggot's field. I heard them-" Merry cut him off mid-sentence.
"No, I'm not going with Fatty."
"What about to the Inn? Sam's probably there..."
"I'm not going to the Inn!" His tone was considerably sharper than it had ever been when speaking to the other hobbit and Merry saw an emotion flash across Pippin's face-hurt maybe. But then it was gone and Pippin's face was once again eager. Merry turned his back, not wanting to see those bright green eyes looking at him with such worship in them. He hated it, he really did. There was a long silence before Pippin spoke again.
"Well, where were you going then? Can I come with you?"
"NO!" Merry finally lost his temper. He whipped around to glare at the younger hobbit. "You can't come with me where I'm going! Not now, not ever. Understand? This little hero-worship thing has got to stop. It was cute, but now it's OVER! No more following me! You're just a child! I don't need a child holding me back all the time!"
Pippin's eyes now shone bright with unshed tears. "Do I really hold you back?" He asked, voice quavering.
"I can't exactly go anywhere with you hanging off my legs," Merry shot back harshly. "So yes, I guess that means you hold me back!"
"I thought you liked me."
"You were wrong." Merry suddenly had to question where this sudden burst of cruelty came from, but it felt so good to get his pent-up emotions out, even at the expense of Pippin's own feelings.
"Well... okay."
"Go home, Pippin. I don't want you here. And I don't want you coming back!"
"I'm sorry, Merry." And as Pippin slowly trudged away in the opposite direction, towards Tuckborough, his shoulders were slumped. Merry idly wondered why he didn't feel happy that his shadow was finally gone. It was a good thing, right? That he was finally free of that child who had been holding him back from having fun?
If it was such a good thing, why did he feel so bad?
/end.