A/N I'm feeling low on reviews so maybe I'll wait a little longer between
chapters. (Like I did with this one.) Right now, my life is quite busy, so
this time I take right now is worth gold! Still I like it so much...
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'Frodo, wait! I can't walk so quick!' Frodo turned around and looked at the ten-year-old.
'Do you know now exactly what to do?' The child smiled, so that you could see three tooth missing.
'Oh yes, I go meet Merry and then we take him away, far away.' Frodo leaned down.
'You do understand this could mean you may not see Merry in a very long time.'
'Why?' Frodo sighed.
'We have to take him far away from here. Hobbiton is too close. he has to go out from the Shire. I don't really know where, but he has to go. Maybe I'll go with him, but I'll be back once in a while. Look, there's the girl who's going to go with him.' The younger hobbit turned his gaze and saw a hobbit-lass Merry's age approaching them.
'Hello Estella. Ready to go?' Estella looked at Frodo's companion, then nodded. She took the lead when they went for Brandy Hall. Frodo could see she was deep in thought and understood that she still blamed herself. Maybe she didn't think this would work. Frodo was determined. It had to work.
'Am I going now Frodo?'
'Yes, you know what to do, right?' When the younger hobbit nodded, Frodo gently pushed him the right direction. He sighed when he sat in the bush. He just hoped Pippin would be successful.
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Pippin knocked the door. Esmeralda opened and he grinned. He liked her.
'Hello Aunt Esmie, is Merry in?' Esmeralda shook her head.
'No, Merry's not in. I'm sorry, but he isn't here. You'd better go now.' She closed the door and Pippin looked back at Frodo who motioned for him to go back.
'What did she say?'
'She said Merry was not in.' Frodo frowned.
'Did she say where he was?' The little hobbit shook his head, Frodo's worrying made him scared too.
Whatever happened to Merry:
Merry was again trapped in the small dark room that he knew so well by now. He didn't know why, but his father hadn't done anything to him that night, but he would not go unpunished from this "runaway". He roamed the room, not knowing what to do. Suddenly his left foot hit something hard. He took up and with his hand recognised it as a sharp knife. He put it to his wrist and closed his eyes.
'Maybe I should just end myself here and now, before he does.' He opened his eyes again and removed the knife.
'No. No, for Estella's sake I must try.' The knife hit the floor and Merry fell to his knees.
'For her I must be strong and get out of here.' He took up the knife and roamed around the room. Maybe it could help him get out of here. He searched with his hands after the door, and after a few moments, he found it. He put the knife in the keyhole. He had to work on it for almost half an hour, but the lock was old and didn't work so well. He opened the door silently and was welcomed by the sight of a dark hall. He started to go, always ready to hide or run away if someone caught him. He went past his mother's bedroom and stopped. Merry swallowed hard. She was being left alone with him now, it was going to be hard to leave her. He opened the door and silently sneaked in.
//I'm sorry mama//
He approached the bed where she slept. She looked so peaceful, but she had a pained and haunted expression on her face.
//I never meant to hurt you//
Merry gently touched her fair, curly hair, and tucked it behind her pointy ear.
//I never meant to make you cry//
Tears crept down his face as he realised he would probably never see her again.
//But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet//
She moved in her sleep and Merry turned his gaze toward the window. It was time to go.
He left the hall and with one last look at his childhood home he turned and started to walk away. Where, he had no idea, but he knew he somehow had to get Estella with him and leave for someplace where they'd be safe. He decided on the road to Hobbiton and her home. Suddenly, he heard steps behind him. He turned and saw a well-known face.
'Leaving already? Without saying goodbye to your old daddy?' Merry took a few steps back, but knew he couldn't get out of this by running away, but then he heard a voice in his head.
"You have changed a lot now. You were so thin and weak before, you're stronger now and though you're still thin, people doesn't turn around on the streets anymore. Plus, you wouldn't ever dream of trying to fight back before, since you had no self-confidence, don't you think you'd be able to do that now?"
Estella's voice in the back of his head gave him strength and he took a step forward. His father rose an eyebrow. Then, so quick Merry didn't see how it happened, Saradoc hit him hard in the face and he stumbled backwards. He stepped forward and gave a responding blow. His father looked utterly surprised at the attack and Merry felt that he could actually defend himself, just like Estella had said. He was ready to blow again, when he felt a pain in his left shoulder. He looked there and saw the knife in his father's hand, the same he had used to lock the door up.
*I must've left it there, why didn't I bring it,* he thought. His father used the knife again and again, Merry couldn't defend himself against the weapon, he tried to get away, but his father just caught him and kept him still. Merry gritted his teeth after the sixth time he had been struck by the knife. This was now or never. He kicked his father hard and then took the chance to run when the grip loosened. No one followed.
The fields were quiet, not even birds sang. Suddenly the silence was broken by a small hobbit who ran down the grass and then stumbled and fell to his knees. Merry looked at his injuries. Blood was pouring down from several open wounds and he had begun to feel dizzy. The pain had started to fade, but the young hobbit could not move any further. He panted heavily as he tried to get air, then slumped on his back. The world started to spin, and the pain was completely gone. He stared up the sky, as the darkness took him in it's warm, soothing embrace. There was no pain, no worries here.
*I'm sorry Estella* was the last thing he thought before he closed his eyes and knew no more.
A/N First of all: THIS IS NOT THE END, as you might think. I'm going to write more of this. The song is "cleaning out my closet" by Eminem. (As if anybody didn't already know.) Hope you are crying now hehehe...
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'Frodo, wait! I can't walk so quick!' Frodo turned around and looked at the ten-year-old.
'Do you know now exactly what to do?' The child smiled, so that you could see three tooth missing.
'Oh yes, I go meet Merry and then we take him away, far away.' Frodo leaned down.
'You do understand this could mean you may not see Merry in a very long time.'
'Why?' Frodo sighed.
'We have to take him far away from here. Hobbiton is too close. he has to go out from the Shire. I don't really know where, but he has to go. Maybe I'll go with him, but I'll be back once in a while. Look, there's the girl who's going to go with him.' The younger hobbit turned his gaze and saw a hobbit-lass Merry's age approaching them.
'Hello Estella. Ready to go?' Estella looked at Frodo's companion, then nodded. She took the lead when they went for Brandy Hall. Frodo could see she was deep in thought and understood that she still blamed herself. Maybe she didn't think this would work. Frodo was determined. It had to work.
'Am I going now Frodo?'
'Yes, you know what to do, right?' When the younger hobbit nodded, Frodo gently pushed him the right direction. He sighed when he sat in the bush. He just hoped Pippin would be successful.
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Pippin knocked the door. Esmeralda opened and he grinned. He liked her.
'Hello Aunt Esmie, is Merry in?' Esmeralda shook her head.
'No, Merry's not in. I'm sorry, but he isn't here. You'd better go now.' She closed the door and Pippin looked back at Frodo who motioned for him to go back.
'What did she say?'
'She said Merry was not in.' Frodo frowned.
'Did she say where he was?' The little hobbit shook his head, Frodo's worrying made him scared too.
Whatever happened to Merry:
Merry was again trapped in the small dark room that he knew so well by now. He didn't know why, but his father hadn't done anything to him that night, but he would not go unpunished from this "runaway". He roamed the room, not knowing what to do. Suddenly his left foot hit something hard. He took up and with his hand recognised it as a sharp knife. He put it to his wrist and closed his eyes.
'Maybe I should just end myself here and now, before he does.' He opened his eyes again and removed the knife.
'No. No, for Estella's sake I must try.' The knife hit the floor and Merry fell to his knees.
'For her I must be strong and get out of here.' He took up the knife and roamed around the room. Maybe it could help him get out of here. He searched with his hands after the door, and after a few moments, he found it. He put the knife in the keyhole. He had to work on it for almost half an hour, but the lock was old and didn't work so well. He opened the door silently and was welcomed by the sight of a dark hall. He started to go, always ready to hide or run away if someone caught him. He went past his mother's bedroom and stopped. Merry swallowed hard. She was being left alone with him now, it was going to be hard to leave her. He opened the door and silently sneaked in.
//I'm sorry mama//
He approached the bed where she slept. She looked so peaceful, but she had a pained and haunted expression on her face.
//I never meant to hurt you//
Merry gently touched her fair, curly hair, and tucked it behind her pointy ear.
//I never meant to make you cry//
Tears crept down his face as he realised he would probably never see her again.
//But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet//
She moved in her sleep and Merry turned his gaze toward the window. It was time to go.
He left the hall and with one last look at his childhood home he turned and started to walk away. Where, he had no idea, but he knew he somehow had to get Estella with him and leave for someplace where they'd be safe. He decided on the road to Hobbiton and her home. Suddenly, he heard steps behind him. He turned and saw a well-known face.
'Leaving already? Without saying goodbye to your old daddy?' Merry took a few steps back, but knew he couldn't get out of this by running away, but then he heard a voice in his head.
"You have changed a lot now. You were so thin and weak before, you're stronger now and though you're still thin, people doesn't turn around on the streets anymore. Plus, you wouldn't ever dream of trying to fight back before, since you had no self-confidence, don't you think you'd be able to do that now?"
Estella's voice in the back of his head gave him strength and he took a step forward. His father rose an eyebrow. Then, so quick Merry didn't see how it happened, Saradoc hit him hard in the face and he stumbled backwards. He stepped forward and gave a responding blow. His father looked utterly surprised at the attack and Merry felt that he could actually defend himself, just like Estella had said. He was ready to blow again, when he felt a pain in his left shoulder. He looked there and saw the knife in his father's hand, the same he had used to lock the door up.
*I must've left it there, why didn't I bring it,* he thought. His father used the knife again and again, Merry couldn't defend himself against the weapon, he tried to get away, but his father just caught him and kept him still. Merry gritted his teeth after the sixth time he had been struck by the knife. This was now or never. He kicked his father hard and then took the chance to run when the grip loosened. No one followed.
The fields were quiet, not even birds sang. Suddenly the silence was broken by a small hobbit who ran down the grass and then stumbled and fell to his knees. Merry looked at his injuries. Blood was pouring down from several open wounds and he had begun to feel dizzy. The pain had started to fade, but the young hobbit could not move any further. He panted heavily as he tried to get air, then slumped on his back. The world started to spin, and the pain was completely gone. He stared up the sky, as the darkness took him in it's warm, soothing embrace. There was no pain, no worries here.
*I'm sorry Estella* was the last thing he thought before he closed his eyes and knew no more.
A/N First of all: THIS IS NOT THE END, as you might think. I'm going to write more of this. The song is "cleaning out my closet" by Eminem. (As if anybody didn't already know.) Hope you are crying now hehehe...