A/N: Pippin and Diamond story. Yay! Thanks for reading. I have been thinking of writing a hobbit romance for a while now. PG-13 for later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of JRR's work. Damn it.

Notes: I am very happy for the reviews! Thanks so much! I really didn't think I would get any at all. Forgive me for being a bit slow in getting these chapters up, the demons at my school also known as teachers are incredibly mean this month and I have a LOT of homework.

Unrequited Feelings

Chapter 2

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S.R. 1425 January 16th

"I have only been here fifteen days and he has managed to pull something on my every day!" Diamond squeezed the sticky juice that Pippin had 'accidentally' poured on her out of her hair hastily.

Estella just smiled and gave her a knowing look.

"Do not smile at me in that manner, Estella. You are only ten years my superior!" Diamond said stubbornly.

"Ten years is a great deal of time, Diamond." Estella smiled and went back to the subject of Pippin. "You know you cant help but like it."

Diamond untangled her hands from her hair and folded them neatly in her lap. "Yes I do like the extra attention he pays to me, but I know it is all in jest so that he may look well in front of the other pretty lasses in the Shire."

"Well if it is, he is still paying extra attention to you." Estella looked at Diamond.

She resorted to wringing her dark locks out again and stared at her with raised eyebrows. "Estella you know very well how wealthy Pippin's family is."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Estella asked mildly.

"I know you are pushing the fact towards Pippin and I courting." Diamond said with a far-off look on her face. "It could never happen."

Estella shook her head and sighed audibly.

"I guess I must keep with the way I am acting." Diamond said sadly.

"Why must you pretend to loathe him so?" Estella asked. "You could just act normally."

"Nay, I could never act normally in front of him." Diamond blushed. "If I did, I would get a red tinge upon my cheeks and the shivers."

"So resorting to hatred works for you?" Estella asked.

"It has for thirty years, has it not?" Diamond stared Estella in the face.

"Yes, but maybe you are giving off the wrong impression to him?" Estella suggested.

"Either way he would not notice and I am not going to ever turn into one of those money hungry lasses that hang about him." Diamond said angrily.

"What do you care if they hang about him?" Estella asked suspiciously.

Diamond looked up from her hair sharply. "Nothing."

"Only asking…" Estella smiled.

Meanwhile…

"Get on with it Merry!" Pippin exhaled through his nose.

Merry walked over to where his cousin sat at the table in Fredegar Bolger's home.

"Yes, please do." Fatty said, annoyed.

"Belle Locke has just come around to see you!" Merry said excitedly.

"Who is that?" Pippin asked.

"Only the prettiest lass ever to be seen in the Shire!" Fatty said.

"Except…never mind." Merry stopped himself before he could utter Estella's name under her older brother's nose.

"Except whom?" Fatty asked curiously. "Her name would happen to start with an E, would it?"

"Of course not." Merry choked.

"Good." Fatty grunted.

"Well as I as—"

"Though I have noticed you have taken a great liking to her, Meriadoc." Fatty cut off Pippin in mid-sentence.

Oh no, he was being formal with a pal.

Merry cleared his throat nervously. "Do you give me your consent?"

"Do you need my consent?" Fatty asked.

"Yes." Merry said.

"Good answer." Fatty smiled. "I could not think of anyone better to wed my Estella."

"Now wait a minute, he isn't going to wed—"

"Do you mean it?" Merry asked enthusiastically. Poor Pippin was cut off quite a lot today.

Pippin stared at him in disbelief. "You are going to propose to her?"

"And why not, young Took?" Merry asked. "Just because you have not been so lucky in love does not mean I cannot be either."

"I am not unlucky in love." Pippin folded his arms across his chest stubbornly. "I just choose not to find it."

"Even when it is right under your nose." Merry muttered.

"Excuse me?" Fatty asked. "Has our young Pippin finally found himself a lass?"

"I wouldn't say 'found'." Merry stared at Pippin. A red glow began to tingle at his cheeks.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He muttered.

"Well, anyway," Fatty said, "I think I might be spending more time with miss Diamond of Long Cleeve so that I may—"

"You are twice her age!" Pippin blurted out.

Merry raised his eyebrows at his cousin. "I thought you did not have any feelings for any lass whatsoever."

"I don't." Pippin said. "I just choose to look out for…friends."

Fatty smiled. "No need to say more, Pip. I know you have feelings for the gorgeous North-Took."

Pippin was about to stammer a denial, but closed his mouth. There was no point in doing so. They had already known his secret.

"Anyway, on with the proposal, where will you do it…" Fatty started off a conversation with Merry while Pippin sat and thought about a certain dark haired lass.

Of course he fancied her. He always had. It was just that nowadays being older and less mischevious, he saw it as more than a simple crush. The more he saw her fair skin pass his way, he felt as if he was falling in love with her more and more.

The only problem was that he knew she hated him with a passion. He knew there would never be a chance for him with suitors falling at her feet and his acting indifferently towards him.

Pippin sighed and rested his cheek on his hand as he watched his cousin's smiling face. He only wished he could be that happy one day. If Diamond would only accept his proposal and be as madly in love with him as he was with her.

Not that he ever would propose to her, anyway.

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A/N: Hey guys, I hope you liked it! Thanks to these reviewers:

Pearl Took- Although I love your story, it completely slipped my mind that you had her as a seamstress, I just couldn't think of anything else a hobbit lass would do. I am sorry if I took that idea from you.

LotR-FaNAtiC- Thanks, I am really glad you liked the prologue!