Merry and Pippin
Note- Ok, I can't think of anything to pointlessly ramble on about at the moment, so this will be a short note. Happy birthday to Leia's minstrel. (She's turning three and three-quarters today, or yesterday, or whenever.)You wanted an unofficial b-day present, so here it is. [I'll try not to make this too bad or ramble-y]
Oh, important- these neat { } marks will show what Bilbo (normal Bilbo, not ring Bilbo) is thinking.
~~Chapter V- The Mysterious House of Mushrooms~~
~(INSIDE BILBO'S MIND)~
{I watch helplessly through the bars of my cage. I try to fight, but I'm so tired. I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter over too much bread. I watch myself pull the young hobbit roughly. No, it's not me. The Ring, that's whose doing this. The same Ring that has trapped me in this cage, so that I can watch as It tears apart my life. I am too weak to break Its hold over me. So I watch.}
~~IN THE SHIRE FOREST~~
Pippin finally stopped thrashing. He had struggled for more than an hour, but he still couldn't get free of Bilbo. The young hobbit's head slumped down with exhaustion and shame. He knew he shouldn't give up, but it seemed so pointless.
{'No, Pippin, don't give up. The more you struggle, the better trail you leave for your brother. Be strong.' I wish I could tell him, but the Ring is so strong. But I have to do something. The Ring may hate my nephews, but I love them. I will make myself have the strength for this. I shove my hand through the cage. It feels like I have thrust my hand into a fire, but if I can reach him, it will all be worth it.}
Pippin felt Bilbo take his small hand into Bilbo's own callus one. The motion wasn't harsh, but tender. The hand gently squeezed Pippin's, like a friend would do to comfort another. Then, in a quick motion, Bilbo's nails dug into his hand.
"OUCH!" Pippin screamed as he began struggling once more.
{I sense the Ring's anger billowing forth. Anger at me, for my resistance of It's control, anger at Pippin for fighting. I hear the Ring's sneering voice in my ears...}
"Arrrrgggggg! You'll pay for this dearly, hobbit!"
{Does It mean Pippin, or me?}
"I'll make ALL of you pay. You're precious nephews will be lost forever. Then, I'll go back and make that elvish witch pay too. And you know what Bilbo? You'll be watching it all." Pippin shrunk back as he heard the words spoken. Why was Bilbo talking to himself? And the hatred in his voice, where had that come from?
{'If you harm a hair on their heads, I swear by Eru that I'll never stop hunting you! }
"Ah, poor little Bilbo. You don't have the strength to fight me. I bet you couldn't even stop me from, say, DOING THIS..." Bilbo swept Pippin up in one fluid motion and flung him straight into a tree. His head slammed into it with full force with a sickening crack. The last thing the young shireling saw was Bilbo's hand reaching toward him...
(INSIDE BILBO'S MIND AGAIN)
{I feel the strength of pure rage flowing into me as I watch a thin stream of blood trickle down Pippin's face. 'I have enough strength for this.' I shout silently. I reach forth and tear down my cage. The burning sensation only fuels me on. I grab my captor and trap It in a cage of my own. It will escape soon, but I have the time I need. I swear to Eru that the Ring will NOT harm the ones I love. 'I have enough strength for this'.}
(SHIRE FOREST AGAIN)
Bilbo carefully lifted Pippin's head and wrapped a bandage around his wound. All the time he could feel the presence of the Ring, could sense Its cold grip silently breaking free of the barrier that contained It. He was aware of his limited time, but he wasn't going to be hasty and risk hurting Pippin more.
"There you go, lad. Good as new. Please understand, I never wanted to hurt you. I have to go now, because I want to be as far from here as I can when the Ring gets control again. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for bringing you out here. I'm sorry for everything! Goodbye, Peregrine. I love you all." Bilbo ran off into the forest, with tears in his eyes. And although Pippin hadn't regained consciousness yet, he murmured a barely audible 'goodbye.'
~*~*~*~* A SHORT TIME LATER*~*~*~*~
When Pippin finally woke up, he found Merry, not Bilbo, standing over him. His head was bandaged, but everything still looked a little bit hazy. He reached up and hugged his brother.
"Hello Merry. Bilbo wanted to tell you that he's sorry, and that he really does love us." Pippin was finding it hard to keep his eyes in focus. His head was swimming.
"What are you talking about, Pip. You must have hit your head pretty hard. Bilbo's the one who kidnapped you, remember?" Merry said, bewildered. But Pippin was already fast asleep.
~*~*~*~* THE NEXT MORNING*~*~*~*~
This time when Pippin woke, his head was clearer. Now that he was more aware of his surroundings, he noticed that he was (gasp!) hungry. He checked his pockets (A/N- yeah, someone's been paying attention to the morals at the end of the chapters), but found nothing edible. He shook Merry awake.
"Hey, Merry. Do you have any food? I feel like I could eat three or four breakfasts."
"Nope, I used up all my Lembas to make a trail. But don't worry. We can eat as much as we like when we get home."
"Alright Merry." Pippin said, not knowing whether to be excited about getting home or disappointed about not having food. Then he figured that acting glum wouldn't make him any less hungry, so he decided on enthusiasm. He glanced about to find the trail they were going to follow home, but...
"Merry?"
"What Pip?" Merry said, as he dusted off his clothing and yawned.
"I don't see the trail. Where is it?"
"It's over there." Merry pointed, without opening his eyes.
"No it's not." Pippin said, slightly angry that his brother didn't believe him. Merry looked up. Sure enough, there was no trail. As Merry released a frustrated scream, a myriad of birds took to the sky from all around them.
"Where it it? It has to be here somewhere!" Merry cried. But neither hobbit could find even a crumb of the trail.
"Could we follow Bilbo's tracks?" Pippin asked. It didn't seem like a good idea, even to him, but their alternate choices were few and far- fetched. But Merry searched the area where Pippin had thought he had gone through, and they found no trace. However, when they ventured into the woods a little ways, they found some unfamiliar tracks.
"Should we follow them, Pip? I mean, we don't know who made them."
"I think we should. Where there are people, they is food!" The hobbit logic sounded good, so they followed the trail.
(FURTHER DOWN THE TRAIL, AT A SLIGHTLY LATER TIME)
Merry came to the end of the trail slightly before Pippin. He stood there for a moment in pure shock, before yelling to Pippin to come and see.
"Pinch me, because I must be dreaming." Merry said with a sigh, not even caring when Pippin took him up on the 'pinch me' offer. For right before them, standing in all its splendor and glory, was a house made entirely out of mushrooms...
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Oh, mushrooms! Well, for all you people that have been wondering who plays 'The Witch', the faster you review, the faster the chapter comes and the Witch makes his debut. (Wow, that kinda rhymes. Cool, huh?)
Peace out!
Note- Ok, I can't think of anything to pointlessly ramble on about at the moment, so this will be a short note. Happy birthday to Leia's minstrel. (She's turning three and three-quarters today, or yesterday, or whenever.)You wanted an unofficial b-day present, so here it is. [I'll try not to make this too bad or ramble-y]
Oh, important- these neat { } marks will show what Bilbo (normal Bilbo, not ring Bilbo) is thinking.
~~Chapter V- The Mysterious House of Mushrooms~~
~(INSIDE BILBO'S MIND)~
{I watch helplessly through the bars of my cage. I try to fight, but I'm so tired. I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter over too much bread. I watch myself pull the young hobbit roughly. No, it's not me. The Ring, that's whose doing this. The same Ring that has trapped me in this cage, so that I can watch as It tears apart my life. I am too weak to break Its hold over me. So I watch.}
~~IN THE SHIRE FOREST~~
Pippin finally stopped thrashing. He had struggled for more than an hour, but he still couldn't get free of Bilbo. The young hobbit's head slumped down with exhaustion and shame. He knew he shouldn't give up, but it seemed so pointless.
{'No, Pippin, don't give up. The more you struggle, the better trail you leave for your brother. Be strong.' I wish I could tell him, but the Ring is so strong. But I have to do something. The Ring may hate my nephews, but I love them. I will make myself have the strength for this. I shove my hand through the cage. It feels like I have thrust my hand into a fire, but if I can reach him, it will all be worth it.}
Pippin felt Bilbo take his small hand into Bilbo's own callus one. The motion wasn't harsh, but tender. The hand gently squeezed Pippin's, like a friend would do to comfort another. Then, in a quick motion, Bilbo's nails dug into his hand.
"OUCH!" Pippin screamed as he began struggling once more.
{I sense the Ring's anger billowing forth. Anger at me, for my resistance of It's control, anger at Pippin for fighting. I hear the Ring's sneering voice in my ears...}
"Arrrrgggggg! You'll pay for this dearly, hobbit!"
{Does It mean Pippin, or me?}
"I'll make ALL of you pay. You're precious nephews will be lost forever. Then, I'll go back and make that elvish witch pay too. And you know what Bilbo? You'll be watching it all." Pippin shrunk back as he heard the words spoken. Why was Bilbo talking to himself? And the hatred in his voice, where had that come from?
{'If you harm a hair on their heads, I swear by Eru that I'll never stop hunting you! }
"Ah, poor little Bilbo. You don't have the strength to fight me. I bet you couldn't even stop me from, say, DOING THIS..." Bilbo swept Pippin up in one fluid motion and flung him straight into a tree. His head slammed into it with full force with a sickening crack. The last thing the young shireling saw was Bilbo's hand reaching toward him...
(INSIDE BILBO'S MIND AGAIN)
{I feel the strength of pure rage flowing into me as I watch a thin stream of blood trickle down Pippin's face. 'I have enough strength for this.' I shout silently. I reach forth and tear down my cage. The burning sensation only fuels me on. I grab my captor and trap It in a cage of my own. It will escape soon, but I have the time I need. I swear to Eru that the Ring will NOT harm the ones I love. 'I have enough strength for this'.}
(SHIRE FOREST AGAIN)
Bilbo carefully lifted Pippin's head and wrapped a bandage around his wound. All the time he could feel the presence of the Ring, could sense Its cold grip silently breaking free of the barrier that contained It. He was aware of his limited time, but he wasn't going to be hasty and risk hurting Pippin more.
"There you go, lad. Good as new. Please understand, I never wanted to hurt you. I have to go now, because I want to be as far from here as I can when the Ring gets control again. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for bringing you out here. I'm sorry for everything! Goodbye, Peregrine. I love you all." Bilbo ran off into the forest, with tears in his eyes. And although Pippin hadn't regained consciousness yet, he murmured a barely audible 'goodbye.'
~*~*~*~* A SHORT TIME LATER*~*~*~*~
When Pippin finally woke up, he found Merry, not Bilbo, standing over him. His head was bandaged, but everything still looked a little bit hazy. He reached up and hugged his brother.
"Hello Merry. Bilbo wanted to tell you that he's sorry, and that he really does love us." Pippin was finding it hard to keep his eyes in focus. His head was swimming.
"What are you talking about, Pip. You must have hit your head pretty hard. Bilbo's the one who kidnapped you, remember?" Merry said, bewildered. But Pippin was already fast asleep.
~*~*~*~* THE NEXT MORNING*~*~*~*~
This time when Pippin woke, his head was clearer. Now that he was more aware of his surroundings, he noticed that he was (gasp!) hungry. He checked his pockets (A/N- yeah, someone's been paying attention to the morals at the end of the chapters), but found nothing edible. He shook Merry awake.
"Hey, Merry. Do you have any food? I feel like I could eat three or four breakfasts."
"Nope, I used up all my Lembas to make a trail. But don't worry. We can eat as much as we like when we get home."
"Alright Merry." Pippin said, not knowing whether to be excited about getting home or disappointed about not having food. Then he figured that acting glum wouldn't make him any less hungry, so he decided on enthusiasm. He glanced about to find the trail they were going to follow home, but...
"Merry?"
"What Pip?" Merry said, as he dusted off his clothing and yawned.
"I don't see the trail. Where is it?"
"It's over there." Merry pointed, without opening his eyes.
"No it's not." Pippin said, slightly angry that his brother didn't believe him. Merry looked up. Sure enough, there was no trail. As Merry released a frustrated scream, a myriad of birds took to the sky from all around them.
"Where it it? It has to be here somewhere!" Merry cried. But neither hobbit could find even a crumb of the trail.
"Could we follow Bilbo's tracks?" Pippin asked. It didn't seem like a good idea, even to him, but their alternate choices were few and far- fetched. But Merry searched the area where Pippin had thought he had gone through, and they found no trace. However, when they ventured into the woods a little ways, they found some unfamiliar tracks.
"Should we follow them, Pip? I mean, we don't know who made them."
"I think we should. Where there are people, they is food!" The hobbit logic sounded good, so they followed the trail.
(FURTHER DOWN THE TRAIL, AT A SLIGHTLY LATER TIME)
Merry came to the end of the trail slightly before Pippin. He stood there for a moment in pure shock, before yelling to Pippin to come and see.
"Pinch me, because I must be dreaming." Merry said with a sigh, not even caring when Pippin took him up on the 'pinch me' offer. For right before them, standing in all its splendor and glory, was a house made entirely out of mushrooms...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Oh, mushrooms! Well, for all you people that have been wondering who plays 'The Witch', the faster you review, the faster the chapter comes and the Witch makes his debut. (Wow, that kinda rhymes. Cool, huh?)
Peace out!