Bronwe: Apples (9/?)
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: Apples
It was a perfect summer day, Pippin decided. The sun was shining, birds were singing, the soft drone of bees filled the air, and above it all was the cheerful sound of the laughter of hobbit children. Nothing could be better than this.
"What are you smiling at?" Merry asked, coming to stand beside Pippin as the younger hobbit watched some of the Shire's children play a game in the nearby field.
Pippin turned to look at Merry, his smile growing wider. "Isn't this perfect?"
"What?"
"This day. Just... everything is so perfect!" Pippin couldn't resist a small skip that sent both he and Merry into a fit of gigles. When they'd finally recovered, Merry gave Pippin a fond look.
"How I miss the innocense of childhood sometimes."
"I'm not a child!" Pippin exclaimed.
"No, you're not. But you still see some things aso nly a child can. It's not a bad thing, Pip."
"You make it sound like you're so old. Frodo's a lot older than you are!"
"So he is," Merry laughed. "But I do feel old sometimes."
"You're not old," insisted Pippin. "You're perfect!"
"Come home to Buckland with me and tell my parents that!"
"I will!" Pippin gave Merry a smile and turned back to the children, laughing delightedly at their antics. Merry had to admit that Pippin was cute like this, his mind all made up. This was a new side of the younger hobbit that Merry hadn't yet seen. Then again, he was beginning to see a lot of new sides to Pippin.
This was the first day they'd spent entirely together since Merry had apologized and it had gone surprisingly well. Pippin had grown up in the short time they'd been apart and was no longer so ready to worship everything Merry did. He still tended to shadow sometimes, but Merry didn't mind. Sooner or later, he'd come out of the shadows and join in the fun. After a few times, the other hobbits had gotten used to Pippin's presence and simply accepted him as one of their group. And Merry was beginning to realize that Pippin wasn't as childish as he'd originally thought. Gazing around contendedly, Merry's eyes set upon a tree about 100 yards away -- the Gaffer's prized apple tree.
"Hey, Pip."
"What?" Pippin never took his eyes off the children.
"Race you to the tree." Not waiting for a response, Merry took off running, hearing Pippin's angry shout behind him. "Come on, slowpoke!"
"I'll show you, old man!" Pippin screeched, chasing after Merry. Laughing, the two raced for the tree, each vowing victory. In the end, it was Merry's longer arms that proved to be the deciding factor. Touching the tree seconds before Pippin, Merry tossed his friend a triumphant look.
"I win!" he crowed, dancing around victoriously. The victory dance was cut short, however, when an apple struck the side of his head, courtesy of Pippin. Grinning, Merry grabbed an apple of his own and fired back, narrowly missing his target. And as a full-scale apple war erupted, Merry had to agree with Pippin.
This WAS a perfect day.
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: Apples
It was a perfect summer day, Pippin decided. The sun was shining, birds were singing, the soft drone of bees filled the air, and above it all was the cheerful sound of the laughter of hobbit children. Nothing could be better than this.
"What are you smiling at?" Merry asked, coming to stand beside Pippin as the younger hobbit watched some of the Shire's children play a game in the nearby field.
Pippin turned to look at Merry, his smile growing wider. "Isn't this perfect?"
"What?"
"This day. Just... everything is so perfect!" Pippin couldn't resist a small skip that sent both he and Merry into a fit of gigles. When they'd finally recovered, Merry gave Pippin a fond look.
"How I miss the innocense of childhood sometimes."
"I'm not a child!" Pippin exclaimed.
"No, you're not. But you still see some things aso nly a child can. It's not a bad thing, Pip."
"You make it sound like you're so old. Frodo's a lot older than you are!"
"So he is," Merry laughed. "But I do feel old sometimes."
"You're not old," insisted Pippin. "You're perfect!"
"Come home to Buckland with me and tell my parents that!"
"I will!" Pippin gave Merry a smile and turned back to the children, laughing delightedly at their antics. Merry had to admit that Pippin was cute like this, his mind all made up. This was a new side of the younger hobbit that Merry hadn't yet seen. Then again, he was beginning to see a lot of new sides to Pippin.
This was the first day they'd spent entirely together since Merry had apologized and it had gone surprisingly well. Pippin had grown up in the short time they'd been apart and was no longer so ready to worship everything Merry did. He still tended to shadow sometimes, but Merry didn't mind. Sooner or later, he'd come out of the shadows and join in the fun. After a few times, the other hobbits had gotten used to Pippin's presence and simply accepted him as one of their group. And Merry was beginning to realize that Pippin wasn't as childish as he'd originally thought. Gazing around contendedly, Merry's eyes set upon a tree about 100 yards away -- the Gaffer's prized apple tree.
"Hey, Pip."
"What?" Pippin never took his eyes off the children.
"Race you to the tree." Not waiting for a response, Merry took off running, hearing Pippin's angry shout behind him. "Come on, slowpoke!"
"I'll show you, old man!" Pippin screeched, chasing after Merry. Laughing, the two raced for the tree, each vowing victory. In the end, it was Merry's longer arms that proved to be the deciding factor. Touching the tree seconds before Pippin, Merry tossed his friend a triumphant look.
"I win!" he crowed, dancing around victoriously. The victory dance was cut short, however, when an apple struck the side of his head, courtesy of Pippin. Grinning, Merry grabbed an apple of his own and fired back, narrowly missing his target. And as a full-scale apple war erupted, Merry had to agree with Pippin.
This WAS a perfect day.