Bronwe: Overprotected (11/?)
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. It's a real blast writing it!
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. :)
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BRONWE: Overprotected
"I said no, Pippin."
"But Da!"
"NO. And that's final."
"But everyone's going to be there!"
"You're not everyone, Peregrin Took. You're MY son and I said you're not going. It's far too dangerous for you to be among adult hobbits on nights such as these."
"But Da! You're letting Pearl and Pervinca go!" Even as he protested, Pippin knew he was fighting a losing battle. His father wasn't going to let him go to Bilbo and Frodo's birthday party. Simply because his father was too damn overprotective.
"Pearl and Pervinca are older than you are. When you're their age, you can go, too. But tonight, NO."
"Fine, fine, whatever."
"Don't take that tone of voice with me, my young hobbit. You're not too old for me to turn over my knee!"
"Oh, bugger off! I hate you!" Knowing he sounded much younger than his sixteen years, Pippin flung those words at his father and raced down the hall to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him with comforting 'thud' and locking it. The Took's roar of anger nearly shook the timbers of the ceiling, but Pippin ignored the sound. He was never going to forgive his father for this. He wasn't.
"Pippin!" Pearl's voice called through the door. "Come on, Pippin. You're being such a baby about all this."
"And girlish," Pervinca chimed in. "That's something a girl would do!"
"Go away," he shouted back. "You're not the ones who have to stay home on Bilbo and Frodo's birthday!"
"Baby, baby, baby!" his sisters taunted, rattling his doorknob for good measure.
"Sod off!"
"You are SUCH a child," Pearl snapped.
"Baby!" Pervinca added for good measure. "We'll bring our little baby back some cake!" The sound of their laughter and footsteps faded down the hall and Pippin finally allowed the tension in his body to drain away. He heard his sisters greeting his parents, and then the front door open.
"If I find out you've left this house, Peregrin Took," his father's voice boomed, "you won't be able to sit down for a month! Do you hear me?" Silence was Pippin's answer and his father slammed the front door on his way out. When it closed, the young hobbit carefully got up and unlocked his door. The entire hole was silent and he was alone. Making his way to the living area where the fireplace was still warm from the fire just recently put out, he curled up in the big armchair and brooded sadly about the wonderful party he was missing.
*****
Knocking on the door interrupted his brooding later that night. Glaring at the door wasn't helping as the pounding only got louder. Finally, he got up to answer it.
"Why aren't you at the party?" Merry asked, breathlessly, nearly falling head over heels at Pippin's feet.
"Da said no. And if he catches me out, I'll be grounded until I'm Frodo's age!"
Merry laughed. "I'm sure it's not as bad as that."
"It is. Believe me."
"Then I'll just have to bring the party to you." Pulling out a small box with a flourish, Merry handed it to Pippin. "Courtesy of dear cousin Frodo. He knew your Da wasn't going to let you come so he gave this to me to give to you. He said it was for both of us."
"What is it?"
"Open it and see!" Merry urged, watching eagerly as Pippin tore the box apart to see what was inside. When he caught sight of his gift, he began laughing as he pulled out a carved and painted wooden apple.
"Oh, do I love Frodo! Look what he's given us!" Holding out the apple, Pippin wiped tears of mirth away with his other hand.
"There's even some Elvish written on it!" Merry exclaimed, turning the small object over and over in his hands, amazed at the work that had gone into it. "Friends are forever, it says."
"Sam probably helped him make it," said Pippin, taking the apple back. "I shall put it on my dresser so I can look at it every morning when I wake up."
"But Frodo said it was for both of us!"
"I touched it first!"
"Mine!" Merry shouted.
"Mine!" Tugging at the apple, neither one felt the centre give way until they ended up sprawled on the floor in a most undignified manner, each holding one half of the apple. "Now look what you've done!"
"It wasn't me!"
"It was!" Pippin said, glaring. "You broke Frodo's present!"
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did!"
"No, I didn't. Honestly. Look at how the pieces fit together, Pip. It was meant to break in half."
"One half for you..."
"And one for you."
"Dear Frodo," Pippin said fondly, sounding much older than he was. "Remind me to thank him."
"Was it worth it?" Merry asked, scooting closer to Pippin on the floor. "Not going to Frodo's party?"
"Now that you're here it is," Pippin told him. "I just wish my father wasn't so over-protective of me. I'm not a child."
"I know you're not."
Sighing once more for good measure, Pippin's eyes settled on a board that was lying on the table. "Want to play a game of chess?"
"Sure. I'll wager a trip to Farmer Maggot's field that I'll beat you two out of three games."
"I'll take that bet." And they were off, not even stopping play when Pippin's family came home. They were tied at one game a piece and Pippin was starting to use dirty tactics to win. Finally The Took put a halt on the game when he noticed that Merry was about to throw the board at Pippin, earning groans from both hobbits.
"None of that, you two. It's late and you should be getting to bed, Peregrin. We will have to discuss your earlier behavior in the morning."
"Yes, Da." Slinking off to his room, Pippin gave Merry one last wave before disappearing down one of the many hallways.
"Now, Master Meriadoc. I believe it's time for you to head home. I'll take you myself... I don't want you walking alone in the dark."
"Thank you, Uncle Paladin," Merry said obediently, although he now understood exactly what Pippin meant. The Took WAS rather overprotective.
But that's what fathers were for.
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. It's a real blast writing it!
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. :)
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BRONWE: Overprotected
"I said no, Pippin."
"But Da!"
"NO. And that's final."
"But everyone's going to be there!"
"You're not everyone, Peregrin Took. You're MY son and I said you're not going. It's far too dangerous for you to be among adult hobbits on nights such as these."
"But Da! You're letting Pearl and Pervinca go!" Even as he protested, Pippin knew he was fighting a losing battle. His father wasn't going to let him go to Bilbo and Frodo's birthday party. Simply because his father was too damn overprotective.
"Pearl and Pervinca are older than you are. When you're their age, you can go, too. But tonight, NO."
"Fine, fine, whatever."
"Don't take that tone of voice with me, my young hobbit. You're not too old for me to turn over my knee!"
"Oh, bugger off! I hate you!" Knowing he sounded much younger than his sixteen years, Pippin flung those words at his father and raced down the hall to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him with comforting 'thud' and locking it. The Took's roar of anger nearly shook the timbers of the ceiling, but Pippin ignored the sound. He was never going to forgive his father for this. He wasn't.
"Pippin!" Pearl's voice called through the door. "Come on, Pippin. You're being such a baby about all this."
"And girlish," Pervinca chimed in. "That's something a girl would do!"
"Go away," he shouted back. "You're not the ones who have to stay home on Bilbo and Frodo's birthday!"
"Baby, baby, baby!" his sisters taunted, rattling his doorknob for good measure.
"Sod off!"
"You are SUCH a child," Pearl snapped.
"Baby!" Pervinca added for good measure. "We'll bring our little baby back some cake!" The sound of their laughter and footsteps faded down the hall and Pippin finally allowed the tension in his body to drain away. He heard his sisters greeting his parents, and then the front door open.
"If I find out you've left this house, Peregrin Took," his father's voice boomed, "you won't be able to sit down for a month! Do you hear me?" Silence was Pippin's answer and his father slammed the front door on his way out. When it closed, the young hobbit carefully got up and unlocked his door. The entire hole was silent and he was alone. Making his way to the living area where the fireplace was still warm from the fire just recently put out, he curled up in the big armchair and brooded sadly about the wonderful party he was missing.
*****
Knocking on the door interrupted his brooding later that night. Glaring at the door wasn't helping as the pounding only got louder. Finally, he got up to answer it.
"Why aren't you at the party?" Merry asked, breathlessly, nearly falling head over heels at Pippin's feet.
"Da said no. And if he catches me out, I'll be grounded until I'm Frodo's age!"
Merry laughed. "I'm sure it's not as bad as that."
"It is. Believe me."
"Then I'll just have to bring the party to you." Pulling out a small box with a flourish, Merry handed it to Pippin. "Courtesy of dear cousin Frodo. He knew your Da wasn't going to let you come so he gave this to me to give to you. He said it was for both of us."
"What is it?"
"Open it and see!" Merry urged, watching eagerly as Pippin tore the box apart to see what was inside. When he caught sight of his gift, he began laughing as he pulled out a carved and painted wooden apple.
"Oh, do I love Frodo! Look what he's given us!" Holding out the apple, Pippin wiped tears of mirth away with his other hand.
"There's even some Elvish written on it!" Merry exclaimed, turning the small object over and over in his hands, amazed at the work that had gone into it. "Friends are forever, it says."
"Sam probably helped him make it," said Pippin, taking the apple back. "I shall put it on my dresser so I can look at it every morning when I wake up."
"But Frodo said it was for both of us!"
"I touched it first!"
"Mine!" Merry shouted.
"Mine!" Tugging at the apple, neither one felt the centre give way until they ended up sprawled on the floor in a most undignified manner, each holding one half of the apple. "Now look what you've done!"
"It wasn't me!"
"It was!" Pippin said, glaring. "You broke Frodo's present!"
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did!"
"No, I didn't. Honestly. Look at how the pieces fit together, Pip. It was meant to break in half."
"One half for you..."
"And one for you."
"Dear Frodo," Pippin said fondly, sounding much older than he was. "Remind me to thank him."
"Was it worth it?" Merry asked, scooting closer to Pippin on the floor. "Not going to Frodo's party?"
"Now that you're here it is," Pippin told him. "I just wish my father wasn't so over-protective of me. I'm not a child."
"I know you're not."
Sighing once more for good measure, Pippin's eyes settled on a board that was lying on the table. "Want to play a game of chess?"
"Sure. I'll wager a trip to Farmer Maggot's field that I'll beat you two out of three games."
"I'll take that bet." And they were off, not even stopping play when Pippin's family came home. They were tied at one game a piece and Pippin was starting to use dirty tactics to win. Finally The Took put a halt on the game when he noticed that Merry was about to throw the board at Pippin, earning groans from both hobbits.
"None of that, you two. It's late and you should be getting to bed, Peregrin. We will have to discuss your earlier behavior in the morning."
"Yes, Da." Slinking off to his room, Pippin gave Merry one last wave before disappearing down one of the many hallways.
"Now, Master Meriadoc. I believe it's time for you to head home. I'll take you myself... I don't want you walking alone in the dark."
"Thank you, Uncle Paladin," Merry said obediently, although he now understood exactly what Pippin meant. The Took WAS rather overprotective.
But that's what fathers were for.