Merry and Pippin
Note- Howdy y'all! Out of total Jenova randomness, I have decided to declare this week (Feb. 9-15) as unofficial non-published author appreciation week (if there already is one, which I somehow doubt, then sorry!). So, are you're reading stories this week (not just mine, too), review and let someone know you appreciate them. They are expending time and effort to write, you know. So go ahead, don't be shy. Let your constructive criticism fly free! People like it when you tell them you appreciate them, ya know! Ok, enough advertising. Don, don, don! Presenting... Chapter 4!!!!
~Chapter IV- A Lesson and More Lembas Bread~
Merry crumbled up the Lembas wafers and tossed them on the ground as he ran further into the forest. He wouldn't let Bilbo hurt Pippin, even if it meant that he got lost too. It was painful to think that he was wasting the last of his food, especially when he got further from home with each step, but he knew that he had to leave a trail. After he freed Pippin from Bilbo, it would be their only hope of getting back to Arwen and the hobbit hole.
'Oh, stop thinking, Merry! Move! You're losing them!' he told himself. But he couldn't stop thinking. As he noted that a branch was bent the wrong way, he changed directions slightly. He remembered how Bilbo had taught Pippin and himself how to follow a trail so many years ago...
~~~Hazy Flashback-y Type Sequence~~~
"No, no, no, Merry! Don't be so hasty. The earth is telling you where to go, and you're not listening. Look, you almost stepped on that footprint and destroyed it! I'm leaving you a clear trail to follow, and you're not even using it." Bilbo stepped out from behind a tree, gently scolding his great-nephew. No matter how hard Merry tried, he always seemed to miss the trail. The worst part was, his little brother was a natural tracker. So while Pippin had gone inside to help Arwen bake (although his helping consisted mainly of sneaking a few bites of whatever was cooking when her back was turned), Merry had had to stay out and continue his lesson with his uncle. Merry wasn't eve sure WHY Bilbo wanted to teach them, but he insisted that it was 'a life skill that every young hobbit should know'.
"Uncle Bilbo, I'll never be able to do it! Can't I just go inside?" Bilbo looked at Merry with disappointment at his wanting to give up. He sat down and tenderly placed the young hobbit onto his knee.
"Merry, you'll never get this down if you keep thinking like that. This just takes time to learn. Be patient, and learn to listen to what the earth is telling you. You'll find your answers there." Bilbo lifted Merry off of his lap and stood again. "Now, are you really ready to give up and go inside, or will you try one more time?"
Merry and Bilbo stayed outside tracking until well after sundown.
~~~UN-Hazy Flashback-y Type Sequence~~~
Bilbo had been nice then. What had caused him to change so much? Merry paused and looked around. He had been so wrapped up in the memory that he had lost sight of his brother.
'Listen to the earth, Merry. Listen! You've got to find them!' Merry turned about franticly until he caught sight of the path once more. 'Thank you for teaching me, Bilbo. Thank you for making me listen!' he whispered as he ran once more. What a strange coincident, that he was using Bilbo's very lessons against him. Or was it just a coincident? Whatever had happened to Bilbo, it didn't seem natural.
'I can't afford to think right now!' Merry screamed at himself as he pushed through the low-hanging branches of the trees. He disappeared into the forest, leaving only a gleaming trail of lembas in his wake.
~~~~Meanwhile~~~~
The great eagle circled high above the trees of the Shire, scanning the woodlands below for possible prey. His sharp eyes were captured by a black mass moving about on the ground. The Great Eagle swooped down. He dropped rapidly, until he could clearly see what was going on. The black mass was a line of crebine, from Dunland, by the looks of them. They were pecking at the ground like common chickens! The great Eagle saw other birds too, and beasts as well. A sweet smell arose from the forest. As the Eagle landed onto the forest floor, he finally saw what had attracted all these animals: a rapidly disappearing trail of lembas crumbs.
~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-* Oh, suspense!! Well, sorta. Anyways, if you want to know what's going on with Pippin and Bilbo, you'll have to wait until the next update (reviewing helps it come sooner, *HINT HINT*). The moral of Chapter IV- Listen to what old people tell you; it may come in handy if they go crazy and kidnap a member of your family!! Peace out, and remember that this week is unofficial non-published author appreciation week!
Note- Howdy y'all! Out of total Jenova randomness, I have decided to declare this week (Feb. 9-15) as unofficial non-published author appreciation week (if there already is one, which I somehow doubt, then sorry!). So, are you're reading stories this week (not just mine, too), review and let someone know you appreciate them. They are expending time and effort to write, you know. So go ahead, don't be shy. Let your constructive criticism fly free! People like it when you tell them you appreciate them, ya know! Ok, enough advertising. Don, don, don! Presenting... Chapter 4!!!!
~Chapter IV- A Lesson and More Lembas Bread~
Merry crumbled up the Lembas wafers and tossed them on the ground as he ran further into the forest. He wouldn't let Bilbo hurt Pippin, even if it meant that he got lost too. It was painful to think that he was wasting the last of his food, especially when he got further from home with each step, but he knew that he had to leave a trail. After he freed Pippin from Bilbo, it would be their only hope of getting back to Arwen and the hobbit hole.
'Oh, stop thinking, Merry! Move! You're losing them!' he told himself. But he couldn't stop thinking. As he noted that a branch was bent the wrong way, he changed directions slightly. He remembered how Bilbo had taught Pippin and himself how to follow a trail so many years ago...
~~~Hazy Flashback-y Type Sequence~~~
"No, no, no, Merry! Don't be so hasty. The earth is telling you where to go, and you're not listening. Look, you almost stepped on that footprint and destroyed it! I'm leaving you a clear trail to follow, and you're not even using it." Bilbo stepped out from behind a tree, gently scolding his great-nephew. No matter how hard Merry tried, he always seemed to miss the trail. The worst part was, his little brother was a natural tracker. So while Pippin had gone inside to help Arwen bake (although his helping consisted mainly of sneaking a few bites of whatever was cooking when her back was turned), Merry had had to stay out and continue his lesson with his uncle. Merry wasn't eve sure WHY Bilbo wanted to teach them, but he insisted that it was 'a life skill that every young hobbit should know'.
"Uncle Bilbo, I'll never be able to do it! Can't I just go inside?" Bilbo looked at Merry with disappointment at his wanting to give up. He sat down and tenderly placed the young hobbit onto his knee.
"Merry, you'll never get this down if you keep thinking like that. This just takes time to learn. Be patient, and learn to listen to what the earth is telling you. You'll find your answers there." Bilbo lifted Merry off of his lap and stood again. "Now, are you really ready to give up and go inside, or will you try one more time?"
Merry and Bilbo stayed outside tracking until well after sundown.
~~~UN-Hazy Flashback-y Type Sequence~~~
Bilbo had been nice then. What had caused him to change so much? Merry paused and looked around. He had been so wrapped up in the memory that he had lost sight of his brother.
'Listen to the earth, Merry. Listen! You've got to find them!' Merry turned about franticly until he caught sight of the path once more. 'Thank you for teaching me, Bilbo. Thank you for making me listen!' he whispered as he ran once more. What a strange coincident, that he was using Bilbo's very lessons against him. Or was it just a coincident? Whatever had happened to Bilbo, it didn't seem natural.
'I can't afford to think right now!' Merry screamed at himself as he pushed through the low-hanging branches of the trees. He disappeared into the forest, leaving only a gleaming trail of lembas in his wake.
~~~~Meanwhile~~~~
The great eagle circled high above the trees of the Shire, scanning the woodlands below for possible prey. His sharp eyes were captured by a black mass moving about on the ground. The Great Eagle swooped down. He dropped rapidly, until he could clearly see what was going on. The black mass was a line of crebine, from Dunland, by the looks of them. They were pecking at the ground like common chickens! The great Eagle saw other birds too, and beasts as well. A sweet smell arose from the forest. As the Eagle landed onto the forest floor, he finally saw what had attracted all these animals: a rapidly disappearing trail of lembas crumbs.
~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-*~-* Oh, suspense!! Well, sorta. Anyways, if you want to know what's going on with Pippin and Bilbo, you'll have to wait until the next update (reviewing helps it come sooner, *HINT HINT*). The moral of Chapter IV- Listen to what old people tell you; it may come in handy if they go crazy and kidnap a member of your family!! Peace out, and remember that this week is unofficial non-published author appreciation week!