A/N: right some things to clear up because I am unforgivable bad at spelling, this happens to be because of my dyslexia and I don't tend to remember to tell people about it because it's not important to me. (Plus people tend to look at me as a charity case)

Second um….well Pippin's body developed before he came of age!

And I'm still scared of my Da and I've done some very scary stuff in my life I can tell you! (even though this is set before the quest….mission……thing!)

So many nice people came up with so many nice ideas for little old me to use and I'm going to use most of them…..over some space of time!

Thank you to every one who reviewed, I didn't expect to get so many reviews made me feel lots better, helped me get over my cold.

Fun, fun, fun!

So hyper!

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"why do I have to be the one to ask?" Frodo wined, Pippin gave him a withering look.

"I already asked Merry and he wont talk to me"

"what makes you think he'll talk to me?" Frodo muttered…Pippin simple rolled his eyes and pushed Frodo through the kitchen door; Merry was sitting at the table twirling the sugar spoon round and round.

"hello" he greeted Frodo not looking up.

Frodo pulled a stool from under the table and sat down, he took the spoon from Merry's hand and lifted the younger hobbit's chin; he gasped at what he saw in those sweet chocolate eyes (again not know what colour I like chocolate, I like Merry it works)

They where completely blank and emotionless.

"Oh Merry! What's wrong?" Merry just looked up at Frodo and burst in to tears.

"Frodo I….I" he whimpered; Pippin outside the door gasped silently, his hands clenching into fists to stop him self running in and hugging Merry to him….promise him nothing would ever go wrong for his elder cousin ever again.

But Frodo had already pulled Merry into an embrace; he stroked his cousin's hair gently and whispered soothing words.

"Merry, tell me what's wrong?"

Merry sniffed again drawing his hand across his cheek to wipe away his tears.

"Frodo…have you ever loved anyone so much your heart felt like it might explode?" he asked looking up at the elder hobbit with embarrassment and hope. Frodo thought about Sam for a moment and a blush rose to his pale cheeks.

"yes I have" he smiled softly then spoke again to his hiccuping cousin "Merry is this about some lass you like?"

Out side Pippin felt anger boil in his chest; so that was it Merry wanted some girl and he hadn't even told Pippin about her.

and now Frodo would tell Merry how to win her over and then Merry would get married and forget Pippin forever.

No more mornings playing in the fields of the shire and climbing trees; no more afternoons swimming with Frodo and stealing from farmer Maggot, no more evenings together snuggled by a fire, Merry telling tales to Pippin as he drifted off to sleep.

No more what if Merry didn't like girls, no more of Pippin dreaming Merry could love him.

Hot, fat tears fell from Pippin's green eyes and turning he ran down the hallway knocking into Sam on his way out, making Sam drop the rose he was carrying.

"Mr. Pippin" Sam called bending to pick up the flower he'd dropped "where are you going?"

"Out Sam…..I can't stand to be anywhere near Merry at the moment" Pippin sobbed slamming the door behind him, Sam scratched his head thoughtfully but didn't move to go after the hobbit lad, Pippin was young after all and some times it took youngsters like that to run off cry at the slightest things their friends had said so Sam thought nort of it.

back in the kitchen Merry had stop cry and was instead laughing.

"I'm sorry Frodo" he spluttered noticing his cousin's peeved look "but that's the funniest thing I've ever heard, I don't like girl…….I was talking about Pippin"

"Pippin?" Frodo sat down with a bump looking quite shocked, Merry was suddenly nerves.

"I'm sorry if I've offended you Frodo but I can't help my heart"

"no! no Merry it's quite alright" Frodo laughed patting Merry's hand "it just shocked me that's all"

"well good, I'd hate for us to be uncomfortable" Merry smiled, just then there was a knock at the kitchen door.

Sam stood in the doorway holding a rose, he shifted shyly from foot to foot, a blush gracing his face.

"Mr. Frodo" he said softly, eyes down cast "the rose's are just coming in to bloom and well…." He held out the flower and Frodo almost melted.

"oh Sam!" he took the flower and kissed the bag-end gardener full on the lips, Merry's mouth fell open and he coughed.

Frodo pulled away from Sam looking sheepish and grinned; Sam frowned at Merry and took Frodo's hand in his.

"I hope you aren't offended Mr. Merry, it just that I love Frodo very much" he said and was deeply confused and hurt when Merry and Frodo burst out laughing.

"what's so funny?"

"oh Sam I'm sorry but that's almost exactly what Merry said a moment ago about Pippin" Frodo said wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

"speaking of Pippin I wonder where the dear lad is?" Merry said thinking he would very much like to see Pippin again and hear his sweet laughter.

Sam's eyes became clouded at the mention of Pippin's name.

"I'm afraid he's not here, he was just leaving when I came in said something about not being able to stand being around you any more Mr. Merry, begging your pardon sir"

"oh no! Frodo, Pippin must have heard me say I love him" Merry cried "he must hate me"

and with that he hid his head in his hands and began to cry all over again.

"Pippin could never hate you" Frodo said comfortingly "he worships you, he must have heard me talking about lasses and thought you had some special girl and was angry you didn't tell him"

"well then I have to find him and tell him the truth" Merry said.

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Pippin had thought abut going back to his home but he was so mixed up he couldn't remember the way home.

His feet seamed to work automatically to take him to the swimming hole.

Even though it was hot there where no other hobbits around so Pippin sat down and wept his heart out.

Eventually he cleared his mind enough to think.

What was live if he didn't have Merry? What was the point of going on?

Pippin was an all right swimmer but he struggled still in deep water.

Sniffing and making his peace with whatever gods he believed in Pippin wadded into the water.