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Stories only walls can tell
Chapter 2
I have the great honour to have whole two readers...everybody, come here! Fresh fish, I mean Fresh story!
Oumpa-Loumpa: No, I don't think hobbits have watches, but looking at the sun and stuff would be too complicated. Yea, you could say I won the bet, I have a new story (this one) and I've added three (or four, I have one which I have not posted right now, but I might have when your reading this) chapters for the other one.
Lady Myself: No, I wont quit, you can see that now, can't you? LOL
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Two months later
Merry was lying on the stone cold floor in the all dark and quiet room, to weak to stand up. He often was here, his father used to lock him in here after he had beaten him, which was...well, often. Every day. More than once a day for most of the time. The young hobbit moaned as he went over his injuries. This time his father had been particularly cruel, he was probably drunk. Bruises on his arms and hands, a gash on his forehead, burns on his neck and there! It could be broken, Merry thought so when he gently touched a bone on his side, low on the chest. He almost cried out in pain, but bit his lip. Then he fell in a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Esmeralda opened the door to the dark room and found her son sleeping on the floor. He moaned a little when she lifted him up, but he didn't wake up. She put him in his own bed, knowing that he would soon wake up by himself. She sighed. She would so much want to talk this over with Saradoc, but was afraid that it was only going to be worse for Merry. She always thought he would be better off living somewhere else. Her husband certainly ruled the family, and she feared that one day it would mean the death of her son.
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Merry woke up, a slight moan escaping his lips as he tried to move in the bed, the possibly broken bone still hurt a lot and he wondered how he was supposed to even get out of bed. He never used to tell anybody of his injuries, he just did things more careful, but this time he was not sure if he could hide it. Maybe he could tell his mother. Not his father, he would be angry with him for making trouble. Weird, Merry thought, it was his father who did it, not him. He tried to get out of bed and had to bite his lip not to scream out loud. He had had a lot of training not to make any sounds no matter how much it hurt, but this was just too much! He couldn't walk, but stood, leaning against the wall, and wished it would be his mother who came when they noticed he wasn't out of his room. He was lucky, it was his mother. She rushed to his side.
'Merry, are you okay?'
'Don't know, I think I've broken something. Can't walk.' Then he fainted. Esmeralda lifted her son up. Now she was taking him to the doctor, no matter what Saradoc might say!
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'Sam, I'm not so sure if this is a good idea! You don't know Saradoc!'
'Mr. Frodo, didn't you see he was drunk, and seemed angry too, for some reason! We must check if Merry's okay!' Frodo gave up his attempts to stop the young Gamgee and followed him all the way to Brandy Hall. Sam resolutely knocked the door, waiting for something to happen. The quiet, frightened woman who was Merry's mother opened. She appeared to have been crying. When she saw who they were she looked around her and then carefully closed the door.
'Come on,' she whispered. Sam and Frodo followed her and when they were at a safe distance from the hall she looked at them.
'I suppose you're looking for Merry?' Sam and Frodo nodded.
'Well, I suppose you know his father isn't treating him very....fatherly.'
'To say the least!' Sam exclaimed. Esmeralda nodded.
'Well, last night he was very bad beaten,' she started to cry again. 'He told me he thought he had broken something, then he fainted. I took him to the doctor. He didn't wake up while I was there. Saradoc doesn't know I took him there, he wouldn't let me.'
'What do you mean?' Frodo said softly. 'He wants Merry to die?'
'No, not exactly,' said Esmeralda. 'But rather that then someone knowing how he treats him. I guess it would ruin his reputation,' she continued bitterly.
'Can we...can we visit him?' Asked Sam. Esmeralda gave him a warm smile.
'Yes, it's the official hospital of Tookbourough. You can go there, but I can't promise you he'll be awake. The two hobbits nodded and set off to see Merry.
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'Hello doctor. Is Meriadoc Brandybuck here?' The doctor smiled at them, he knew practically everyone.
'Oh yes, the boy who had been mistreated?' He saw their shocked looks. 'I've known for years. I think Master Brandybuck has serious problems, no one in his right mind would hurt his own son like that. No one listens to me though, if they did, that boy would be safe in another home now, maybe here in Tookbourough with his uncle and cousins. But come on, I'll let you see him. He's sleeping now, but he should wake up soon. He hasn't got any life-threatening injuries, it's most cuts and bruises, but also burns and he's got a broken bone. If he could tell anybody what his father is doing, he could get to live with another family. The doctor stopped and opened the door. Sam and Frodo stepped in.
A/N This is it for this time. I've decided that if I ever have any children, I will name them Eowyn (if it's a girl) and Meriadoc (if it's a boy). Do you think they will be teased for it? Hope not, coz I love those names. Please go to mine and my friend's stories, our nickname is Natta_Diva. We have a really funny story going on about something really worth thinking about: How can everybody be so sure Sam went with Frodo at the breaking of the fellowship? They just assume that is so and doesn't think anymore about it. That's weird. It's a humour story, not dark like this, and it's called Sam of the Scarfs.
Chapter 2
I have the great honour to have whole two readers...everybody, come here! Fresh fish, I mean Fresh story!
Oumpa-Loumpa: No, I don't think hobbits have watches, but looking at the sun and stuff would be too complicated. Yea, you could say I won the bet, I have a new story (this one) and I've added three (or four, I have one which I have not posted right now, but I might have when your reading this) chapters for the other one.
Lady Myself: No, I wont quit, you can see that now, can't you? LOL
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Two months later
Merry was lying on the stone cold floor in the all dark and quiet room, to weak to stand up. He often was here, his father used to lock him in here after he had beaten him, which was...well, often. Every day. More than once a day for most of the time. The young hobbit moaned as he went over his injuries. This time his father had been particularly cruel, he was probably drunk. Bruises on his arms and hands, a gash on his forehead, burns on his neck and there! It could be broken, Merry thought so when he gently touched a bone on his side, low on the chest. He almost cried out in pain, but bit his lip. Then he fell in a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Esmeralda opened the door to the dark room and found her son sleeping on the floor. He moaned a little when she lifted him up, but he didn't wake up. She put him in his own bed, knowing that he would soon wake up by himself. She sighed. She would so much want to talk this over with Saradoc, but was afraid that it was only going to be worse for Merry. She always thought he would be better off living somewhere else. Her husband certainly ruled the family, and she feared that one day it would mean the death of her son.
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Merry woke up, a slight moan escaping his lips as he tried to move in the bed, the possibly broken bone still hurt a lot and he wondered how he was supposed to even get out of bed. He never used to tell anybody of his injuries, he just did things more careful, but this time he was not sure if he could hide it. Maybe he could tell his mother. Not his father, he would be angry with him for making trouble. Weird, Merry thought, it was his father who did it, not him. He tried to get out of bed and had to bite his lip not to scream out loud. He had had a lot of training not to make any sounds no matter how much it hurt, but this was just too much! He couldn't walk, but stood, leaning against the wall, and wished it would be his mother who came when they noticed he wasn't out of his room. He was lucky, it was his mother. She rushed to his side.
'Merry, are you okay?'
'Don't know, I think I've broken something. Can't walk.' Then he fainted. Esmeralda lifted her son up. Now she was taking him to the doctor, no matter what Saradoc might say!
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'Sam, I'm not so sure if this is a good idea! You don't know Saradoc!'
'Mr. Frodo, didn't you see he was drunk, and seemed angry too, for some reason! We must check if Merry's okay!' Frodo gave up his attempts to stop the young Gamgee and followed him all the way to Brandy Hall. Sam resolutely knocked the door, waiting for something to happen. The quiet, frightened woman who was Merry's mother opened. She appeared to have been crying. When she saw who they were she looked around her and then carefully closed the door.
'Come on,' she whispered. Sam and Frodo followed her and when they were at a safe distance from the hall she looked at them.
'I suppose you're looking for Merry?' Sam and Frodo nodded.
'Well, I suppose you know his father isn't treating him very....fatherly.'
'To say the least!' Sam exclaimed. Esmeralda nodded.
'Well, last night he was very bad beaten,' she started to cry again. 'He told me he thought he had broken something, then he fainted. I took him to the doctor. He didn't wake up while I was there. Saradoc doesn't know I took him there, he wouldn't let me.'
'What do you mean?' Frodo said softly. 'He wants Merry to die?'
'No, not exactly,' said Esmeralda. 'But rather that then someone knowing how he treats him. I guess it would ruin his reputation,' she continued bitterly.
'Can we...can we visit him?' Asked Sam. Esmeralda gave him a warm smile.
'Yes, it's the official hospital of Tookbourough. You can go there, but I can't promise you he'll be awake. The two hobbits nodded and set off to see Merry.
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'Hello doctor. Is Meriadoc Brandybuck here?' The doctor smiled at them, he knew practically everyone.
'Oh yes, the boy who had been mistreated?' He saw their shocked looks. 'I've known for years. I think Master Brandybuck has serious problems, no one in his right mind would hurt his own son like that. No one listens to me though, if they did, that boy would be safe in another home now, maybe here in Tookbourough with his uncle and cousins. But come on, I'll let you see him. He's sleeping now, but he should wake up soon. He hasn't got any life-threatening injuries, it's most cuts and bruises, but also burns and he's got a broken bone. If he could tell anybody what his father is doing, he could get to live with another family. The doctor stopped and opened the door. Sam and Frodo stepped in.
A/N This is it for this time. I've decided that if I ever have any children, I will name them Eowyn (if it's a girl) and Meriadoc (if it's a boy). Do you think they will be teased for it? Hope not, coz I love those names. Please go to mine and my friend's stories, our nickname is Natta_Diva. We have a really funny story going on about something really worth thinking about: How can everybody be so sure Sam went with Frodo at the breaking of the fellowship? They just assume that is so and doesn't think anymore about it. That's weird. It's a humour story, not dark like this, and it's called Sam of the Scarfs.