Bronwe: Sorry (8/?)
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. A big thank you to everyone who's reviewed this little fic of mine (Marigold, Pip Morgan, Danielle, FictionHobbit, RachelStonebreaker, Dormouse, and Lia). Your kind words mean soooo much to me.
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. :) I'm posting four parts this go-round but if you've been to my site recently, you'll have already read them there. My site URL can be found on my profile, and I'm Alba. :) Kris is my best friend and fellow LOTR-nut.
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BRONWE: Sorry
This was going to be the hardest thing Merry had ever had to do. Thanks to a much-needed kick in the backside courtesy of Sam and Frodo, he was going to swallow his pride and apologize to Pippin.
Once he got his courage up, that is.
"Staring at the door isn't going to make it magically open," an internal voice informed him. "You're going to have to walk up to that door and knock on it yourself." Taking a deep breath, Merry knocked on the door. Pearl opened it seconds later and glared.
"What do you want?"
"To talk to your brother."
"Well, he doesn't want to talk to you. So you can just leave before I have to hurt you." The thought of Pearl actually hurting him was too much to bear and Merry let out a snicker. "What's so funny? You HURT him, Meriadoc Brandybuck. If you think I'm going to let you do it again, you've got another think coming and you can just go back home right this instant."
"I just want to talk to him, Pearl. I promise."
Pearl still didn't look convinced but finally relented. "If you make him cry, Merry, I will hunt you down and kill you."
"I won't."
"Wait here. I'll go ask Pippin if he wants to talk to you." With that, the hobbit girl disappeared down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Crashes were heard and one particularly ear-piercing yell before Pearl returned with the first evidence of a black eye forming. "He'll be out in a minute."
"Did he..."
"I'm fine. I'll be in the kitchen if he needs me." Pearl bustled out of the room just as Pippin came in. Merry had to raise his eyebrows at the pale face and the haunted eyes. The younger hobbit looked horrible!
"Still silent as an elf," Merry said to him, choosing not to mention Pippin's looks. "Didn't even hear you come down the hall."
"What do you want?"
"To talk."
"Talking is what got us here in the first place."
Merry sighed. Pippin wasn't going to make this easy. "Look. I just. I just wanted to apologize."
Pippin's eyebrow went up in a very adult expression. "Really."
"Yeah. I... I may have been a little mean."
"Go on."
"And... I shouldn't have said what I did. You're not a bother. I actually kinda liked having you around."
"Did you now?"
"Dammit, Pippin, I'm trying here!" Merry yelled.
"What do you expect me to say, Merry?" Pippin yelled back. "Jump into your arms, cry, and say I forgive you? Sorry, not going to do that. I looked up to you, you know. And when you told me to get lost I felt like a part of me had been ripped out. So excuse me if I don't forget so easily what you said and what you did."
"I'm trying to fix it. That's all I want. I want us to be friends again, Pippin."
"To be friends again? I didn't know we were friends before. I thought I was just some annoying kid who followed you around everywhere and drove you crazy."
"I was wrong." There, he'd said it. He was wrong. He was wrong and he was willing to admit it.
Pippin sat down heavily across from him. "You were wrong."
"Yes, I was wrong and I apologize. I'm sorry, Pippin."
"You're not lying to me? Trying to make me feel better?"
"No. I honestly and truly mean it. I'm sorry."
"That's something I never thought I'd hear you say," Pippin said, voice shaking a bit as he struggled to control his emotions. "I thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you, Pip," said Merry, going over to kneel on the ground at Pippin's feet. "I never hated you."
"Then why did you do it?"
"I don't know... But I won't make excuses for myself and say I was having a bad day or whatever. I did it, and I can't change it. I just hope you can forgive me." Merry's voice and eyes were sincere as he spoke and Pippin felt the little knot of anger and pain he'd had inside of him for a week begin to dissolve.
"You mean it?"
"I mean it, Peregrin Took." Without warning, Pippin launched himself into Merry's arms, finally giving in to the tears that had been threatening to fall. Merry just closed his eyes and held the younger hobbit tighter. He knew he was lucky Pippin was so forgiving, although it would take time for him to forget. Opening his eyes, Merry caught sight of Pearl standing in the doorway, a bright smile on her face.
"Thank you," she mouthed before slipping out of the room again, leaving the two friends alone.
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. A big thank you to everyone who's reviewed this little fic of mine (Marigold, Pip Morgan, Danielle, FictionHobbit, RachelStonebreaker, Dormouse, and Lia). Your kind words mean soooo much to me.
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. :) I'm posting four parts this go-round but if you've been to my site recently, you'll have already read them there. My site URL can be found on my profile, and I'm Alba. :) Kris is my best friend and fellow LOTR-nut.
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BRONWE: Sorry
This was going to be the hardest thing Merry had ever had to do. Thanks to a much-needed kick in the backside courtesy of Sam and Frodo, he was going to swallow his pride and apologize to Pippin.
Once he got his courage up, that is.
"Staring at the door isn't going to make it magically open," an internal voice informed him. "You're going to have to walk up to that door and knock on it yourself." Taking a deep breath, Merry knocked on the door. Pearl opened it seconds later and glared.
"What do you want?"
"To talk to your brother."
"Well, he doesn't want to talk to you. So you can just leave before I have to hurt you." The thought of Pearl actually hurting him was too much to bear and Merry let out a snicker. "What's so funny? You HURT him, Meriadoc Brandybuck. If you think I'm going to let you do it again, you've got another think coming and you can just go back home right this instant."
"I just want to talk to him, Pearl. I promise."
Pearl still didn't look convinced but finally relented. "If you make him cry, Merry, I will hunt you down and kill you."
"I won't."
"Wait here. I'll go ask Pippin if he wants to talk to you." With that, the hobbit girl disappeared down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Crashes were heard and one particularly ear-piercing yell before Pearl returned with the first evidence of a black eye forming. "He'll be out in a minute."
"Did he..."
"I'm fine. I'll be in the kitchen if he needs me." Pearl bustled out of the room just as Pippin came in. Merry had to raise his eyebrows at the pale face and the haunted eyes. The younger hobbit looked horrible!
"Still silent as an elf," Merry said to him, choosing not to mention Pippin's looks. "Didn't even hear you come down the hall."
"What do you want?"
"To talk."
"Talking is what got us here in the first place."
Merry sighed. Pippin wasn't going to make this easy. "Look. I just. I just wanted to apologize."
Pippin's eyebrow went up in a very adult expression. "Really."
"Yeah. I... I may have been a little mean."
"Go on."
"And... I shouldn't have said what I did. You're not a bother. I actually kinda liked having you around."
"Did you now?"
"Dammit, Pippin, I'm trying here!" Merry yelled.
"What do you expect me to say, Merry?" Pippin yelled back. "Jump into your arms, cry, and say I forgive you? Sorry, not going to do that. I looked up to you, you know. And when you told me to get lost I felt like a part of me had been ripped out. So excuse me if I don't forget so easily what you said and what you did."
"I'm trying to fix it. That's all I want. I want us to be friends again, Pippin."
"To be friends again? I didn't know we were friends before. I thought I was just some annoying kid who followed you around everywhere and drove you crazy."
"I was wrong." There, he'd said it. He was wrong. He was wrong and he was willing to admit it.
Pippin sat down heavily across from him. "You were wrong."
"Yes, I was wrong and I apologize. I'm sorry, Pippin."
"You're not lying to me? Trying to make me feel better?"
"No. I honestly and truly mean it. I'm sorry."
"That's something I never thought I'd hear you say," Pippin said, voice shaking a bit as he struggled to control his emotions. "I thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you, Pip," said Merry, going over to kneel on the ground at Pippin's feet. "I never hated you."
"Then why did you do it?"
"I don't know... But I won't make excuses for myself and say I was having a bad day or whatever. I did it, and I can't change it. I just hope you can forgive me." Merry's voice and eyes were sincere as he spoke and Pippin felt the little knot of anger and pain he'd had inside of him for a week begin to dissolve.
"You mean it?"
"I mean it, Peregrin Took." Without warning, Pippin launched himself into Merry's arms, finally giving in to the tears that had been threatening to fall. Merry just closed his eyes and held the younger hobbit tighter. He knew he was lucky Pippin was so forgiving, although it would take time for him to forget. Opening his eyes, Merry caught sight of Pearl standing in the doorway, a bright smile on her face.
"Thank you," she mouthed before slipping out of the room again, leaving the two friends alone.