Bronwe: Puppy
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. I am merely using them for my own enjoyment. ;) So don't sue me because I am flat broke.
DEDICATION: For Kris, my nasty little 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 ). No, Elves don't have anything to do with the story. I just liked the word. :)
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: One of my reviewers (I can't remember who, I'm sorry) mentioned that they thought I'm making Merry and Pippin sound too young. Well. I can see your point, but I'm not exactly sure how fast hobbits mature in relation to humans. They don't 'come of age' until they're 33, so perhaps they mature more slowly? Or maybe I'm just grasping at straws, I don't know. At any rate, it was a point taken and I shall think about it in upcoming chapters. *grin*
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"Pippin, I have something for you," Pervinca coaxed from the other side of her brother's closed door. He'd been locked in his room for the better part of the week, only coming out long enough for meals, and even then he ate quickly and without his customary appetite. Their mother was starting to get worried, so Pervinca decided to do something about it. She just hoped her brother appreciated it.
"Go away," came the response.
"But it's a present!"
"Not your birthday."
"Peregrin Took, open this door right now! You'll like this present! I promise!"
"No!"
"Oh, come on. He's looking forward to seeing you."
"He?" Pippin bounded off his bed and threw open the door. "Is it Merry?"
"No, honey, it's not Merry," Pervinca said, heart clenching as her brother's face fell.
"Then don't want. what the?" Pippin had nearly tripped over Pervinca's 'gift'. "A puppy?"
Pervinca grinned, entering the room fully and closing the door behind her. "I got him from Farmer Proudfoot down the road. His dog had a litter a few months back and this little guy was the only one left. I thought you might like him."
Pippin studied the tiny animal, who seemed to be studying him right back. The dog's big brown eyes were looking right into his own as if he knew exactly what Pippin was thinking. "He's kind of cute." The puppy was completely black except for a few brown patches down his back. It looked like someone had taken a can of paint and dripped it over the length of him.
"I knew you'd like my present!"
"Never said I liked him. Just said he was cute."
Pervinca glared at her younger brother. "Peregrin."
"He's just a stupid dog."
The dog howled suddenly, scaring both children before glaring almost accusingly at Pippin. Pervinca blanched at the noise and looked worriedly at the door. When no adults barged in, she relaxed a bit.
"He's not stupid, Pippin," said Pervinca smugly. "He understood what you just said. Didn't you, boy?" She bent down to scratch the dog's head. "Such a good boy!"
"If you like him so much then you keep him."
"He's for you."
"I don't want him, 'Vinca. I don't want anybody but my Merry!"
"Honey, you know Da doesn't want Merry around here anymore. I thought. I thought that maybe a puppy would make you feel better about not having your best friend here anymore."
"It doesn't."
"Give him a chance? Please?" Pervinca turned her big pleading eyes on her brother, knowing he'd never been able to say no to her before when she did that.
"Alright," Pippin sighed. "Does Da know about this?"
"Um." Pervinca blushed. "No?"
Pippin laughed out loud. "How'd you manage to sneak him in here?"
"Don't ask. Let's just say that being a girl can be a good thing sometimes."
"How are we going to hide him from Da now that he is here?"
"Well, he can stay in here during the day."
"What about when he needs to. You know."
"Ooooooooooh." Pervinca blushed. "Um. Teach him how to use a pail?"
"Or maybe we'll just sneak him out the same way you got him in!"
Pervinca laughed, smothering the sound with a hand to prevent anyone from checking to see what the noise was all about. "We'll figure something out. Maybe we can train him or something."
"Maybe." Pippin looked at the puppy, still sitting quietly on the floor beside his new master's feet. "He's so little."
"I think he was the runt. And he's still pretty little."
"Kind of like me."
"Yes, honey." Pervinca smiled almost sadly at Pippin before fighting the sadness back down. "Well, now that we've decided to keep him, what are you going to name him?"
Pippin thought about it for a bit before he smiled. "Merry."
Pervinca blinked. "You're going to name the puppy Merry?"
"If I can't have the real Merry, then at least I can have him." Pippin bent down to greet his newly named pet, missing the tears that suddenly filled Pervinca's eyes.
"Hello, Merry," she whispered after a while, swallowing her tears and smiling down at the brown-and-black puppy. "Welcome to the family."
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. I am merely using them for my own enjoyment. ;) So don't sue me because I am flat broke.
DEDICATION: For Kris, my nasty little 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 ). No, Elves don't have anything to do with the story. I just liked the word. :)
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: One of my reviewers (I can't remember who, I'm sorry) mentioned that they thought I'm making Merry and Pippin sound too young. Well. I can see your point, but I'm not exactly sure how fast hobbits mature in relation to humans. They don't 'come of age' until they're 33, so perhaps they mature more slowly? Or maybe I'm just grasping at straws, I don't know. At any rate, it was a point taken and I shall think about it in upcoming chapters. *grin*
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"Pippin, I have something for you," Pervinca coaxed from the other side of her brother's closed door. He'd been locked in his room for the better part of the week, only coming out long enough for meals, and even then he ate quickly and without his customary appetite. Their mother was starting to get worried, so Pervinca decided to do something about it. She just hoped her brother appreciated it.
"Go away," came the response.
"But it's a present!"
"Not your birthday."
"Peregrin Took, open this door right now! You'll like this present! I promise!"
"No!"
"Oh, come on. He's looking forward to seeing you."
"He?" Pippin bounded off his bed and threw open the door. "Is it Merry?"
"No, honey, it's not Merry," Pervinca said, heart clenching as her brother's face fell.
"Then don't want. what the?" Pippin had nearly tripped over Pervinca's 'gift'. "A puppy?"
Pervinca grinned, entering the room fully and closing the door behind her. "I got him from Farmer Proudfoot down the road. His dog had a litter a few months back and this little guy was the only one left. I thought you might like him."
Pippin studied the tiny animal, who seemed to be studying him right back. The dog's big brown eyes were looking right into his own as if he knew exactly what Pippin was thinking. "He's kind of cute." The puppy was completely black except for a few brown patches down his back. It looked like someone had taken a can of paint and dripped it over the length of him.
"I knew you'd like my present!"
"Never said I liked him. Just said he was cute."
Pervinca glared at her younger brother. "Peregrin."
"He's just a stupid dog."
The dog howled suddenly, scaring both children before glaring almost accusingly at Pippin. Pervinca blanched at the noise and looked worriedly at the door. When no adults barged in, she relaxed a bit.
"He's not stupid, Pippin," said Pervinca smugly. "He understood what you just said. Didn't you, boy?" She bent down to scratch the dog's head. "Such a good boy!"
"If you like him so much then you keep him."
"He's for you."
"I don't want him, 'Vinca. I don't want anybody but my Merry!"
"Honey, you know Da doesn't want Merry around here anymore. I thought. I thought that maybe a puppy would make you feel better about not having your best friend here anymore."
"It doesn't."
"Give him a chance? Please?" Pervinca turned her big pleading eyes on her brother, knowing he'd never been able to say no to her before when she did that.
"Alright," Pippin sighed. "Does Da know about this?"
"Um." Pervinca blushed. "No?"
Pippin laughed out loud. "How'd you manage to sneak him in here?"
"Don't ask. Let's just say that being a girl can be a good thing sometimes."
"How are we going to hide him from Da now that he is here?"
"Well, he can stay in here during the day."
"What about when he needs to. You know."
"Ooooooooooh." Pervinca blushed. "Um. Teach him how to use a pail?"
"Or maybe we'll just sneak him out the same way you got him in!"
Pervinca laughed, smothering the sound with a hand to prevent anyone from checking to see what the noise was all about. "We'll figure something out. Maybe we can train him or something."
"Maybe." Pippin looked at the puppy, still sitting quietly on the floor beside his new master's feet. "He's so little."
"I think he was the runt. And he's still pretty little."
"Kind of like me."
"Yes, honey." Pervinca smiled almost sadly at Pippin before fighting the sadness back down. "Well, now that we've decided to keep him, what are you going to name him?"
Pippin thought about it for a bit before he smiled. "Merry."
Pervinca blinked. "You're going to name the puppy Merry?"
"If I can't have the real Merry, then at least I can have him." Pippin bent down to greet his newly named pet, missing the tears that suddenly filled Pervinca's eyes.
"Hello, Merry," she whispered after a while, swallowing her tears and smiling down at the brown-and-black puppy. "Welcome to the family."