Bronwe: Lost (6/?)
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. This one's really, really short, but the next one will be longer. Promise.
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BRONWE: Lost
As Pippin slowly trudged home, he had to fight the tears that threatened to fall. He was 16 years old -- far too old to cry, even it felt like his heart had been ripped out and stomped on. "You're a fool, Pippin Took," he whispered to himself. "You let your hopes up and you learned your lesson, didn't you? Yes, you did. You knew Merry would never want to be around a child like you, but you bothered him anyway. But we've learned. We'll never do that again. Never again."
But as his feet carried him closer to home, Pippin wondered what his family would say. His sisters would probably laugh at him, call him foolish for even thinking Merry would consider having a friend like him. His parents--if they even noticed him--would cluck and chalk the whole thing up to a bump on the road of life. Then they'd tell him that the experience would make him stronger in the end. But that didn't really help in the here and now.
Other than Merry, Pippin didn't have any real friends. And now he didn't have any at all since Merry had just told him to get lost. Frodo was his cousin, yes, but he wasn't really a friend. Pippin was a bit uncomfortable with the age gap between them. Frodo seemed so old and wise sometimes while Pippin wasn't even a tweenager yet. And Bilbo, the only family member he really had, was out of the question. Everyone knew Bilbo Baggins was mad. Although he did tell the best stories about dwarves and dragons and elves.
Elves.
Stories about elves had been what started this in the first place. Merry had taken the time to pay attention to him, to tell him stories, and he'd latched on like a leech the Shire doctors used to cure some illnesses. But now his hold was broken. *He* was broken. And it wasn't going to be easy to put himself back together.
Unwillingly, his feet carried him closer and closer to home until he finally saw the bright lights of his family's dwelling. Taking a deep breath and wiping his tears, Pippin forced himself to smile. He wouldn't tell them of his broken heart. It was much easier that way, and would be best in the long run. Just forget about what happened and keep on living. Pretend he'd never met Merry. Make everyone think he was fine. After all, if he could forget it happened, maybe that meant it didn't happen at all.
And if he kept telling himself that, maybe he'd start to believe it.
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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. :) 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. This one's really, really short, but the next one will be longer. Promise.
******
BRONWE: Lost
As Pippin slowly trudged home, he had to fight the tears that threatened to fall. He was 16 years old -- far too old to cry, even it felt like his heart had been ripped out and stomped on. "You're a fool, Pippin Took," he whispered to himself. "You let your hopes up and you learned your lesson, didn't you? Yes, you did. You knew Merry would never want to be around a child like you, but you bothered him anyway. But we've learned. We'll never do that again. Never again."
But as his feet carried him closer to home, Pippin wondered what his family would say. His sisters would probably laugh at him, call him foolish for even thinking Merry would consider having a friend like him. His parents--if they even noticed him--would cluck and chalk the whole thing up to a bump on the road of life. Then they'd tell him that the experience would make him stronger in the end. But that didn't really help in the here and now.
Other than Merry, Pippin didn't have any real friends. And now he didn't have any at all since Merry had just told him to get lost. Frodo was his cousin, yes, but he wasn't really a friend. Pippin was a bit uncomfortable with the age gap between them. Frodo seemed so old and wise sometimes while Pippin wasn't even a tweenager yet. And Bilbo, the only family member he really had, was out of the question. Everyone knew Bilbo Baggins was mad. Although he did tell the best stories about dwarves and dragons and elves.
Elves.
Stories about elves had been what started this in the first place. Merry had taken the time to pay attention to him, to tell him stories, and he'd latched on like a leech the Shire doctors used to cure some illnesses. But now his hold was broken. *He* was broken. And it wasn't going to be easy to put himself back together.
Unwillingly, his feet carried him closer and closer to home until he finally saw the bright lights of his family's dwelling. Taking a deep breath and wiping his tears, Pippin forced himself to smile. He wouldn't tell them of his broken heart. It was much easier that way, and would be best in the long run. Just forget about what happened and keep on living. Pretend he'd never met Merry. Make everyone think he was fine. After all, if he could forget it happened, maybe that meant it didn't happen at all.
And if he kept telling himself that, maybe he'd start to believe it.
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