Merry and Pippin
Note: This is just a bit of a warning. After this chapter, I'm going to go against my nature and write a bit of a romance, so beware. AND, for those of you who didn't know, the scary French Bird who sang the scary song was from Disney's version of Thumbelina.
~Chapter XIII- Glad I Ran into You~
"Look, Merry! We're almost home!" Shouted Pippin excitedly. It was true. The two brothers had finally reached a familiar part of the forest. Both knew that Bag End was almost in reach.
"I'll race you home, Pip!" said Merry jovially.
"On your mark. . ., get set . . . GO!" Pippin said, as they started running as fast as their little furry feet could take them.
-AT THAT VERY MOMENT-
"How much?" asked Legolas.
Aragorn finished loading up his gear onto his horse before he spoke.
"I'll bet you five hundred gold-*CRASH*"
Aragorn was cut off as two racing hobbits came around a bend in the road and smashed into him. Legolas couldn't suppress his laughter as he saw the king of Gondor sprawled out on the ground, with two tiny Shirelings standing over him.
"Oh, we're very sorry, sir!" Merry proclaimed quickly, as he offered a hand to help the victim to his feet.
"We were having a race, and we didn't see you." Added Pippin, as he also extended a hand to the stranger. Both Halflings pulled as hard as they could to get Aragorn back into a standing position.
"It's alright. I'm not hurt." Aragorn told them, as he dusted himself off.
Both hobbits were relieved. Now that they were sure they hadn't hurt this big person (who was the most normal person they had seen in quite a while), they decided introductions were in order.
"My name is Meriadoc, and this is my brother, Peregrin." Began Merry.
"But you can call us Merry and Pippin. Who are you, and what brings you to the Shire?"
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Arwen Evenstar wiped crystal clear tears from her immortal eyes as she packed her pots and pans and other assorted cooking gear into boxes. She carefully traced a dent on a small soup pot with her fingers. Pippin had made that dent when he had dropped the pot while trying to make breakfast in bed for her. She carefully wrapped it in cloth and laid it into the box.
"Oh! Here's the cup Merry carved for me for my nine hundredth birthday!" Arwen gently turned the rough wooden vessel in her hands. Why couldn't she see anything without being reminded of her lost hobbit-sons?
"They've been gone for months." Arwen told herself, as she had since she first decided to leave Bag End. Too many memories haunted the old hole. "They aren't coming back."
The cooking gear was all she had left to pack before she could leave the Shire for good. She had hoped to get everything packed up in the wagon and be gone before sunset, but if she kept crying over every pan she packed, she would be late. Arwen dried her eyes and packed the cup. She WOULD be gone before sunset!
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"Are you REALLY the KING of Gondor?" Pippin asked incredulously.
"Yes Pippin, I am. And Legolas REALLY is the prince of Mirkwood, too." Aragorn said. "And I'm here to find a queen. Do you boys know if there are any young women of noble birth living around here?"
"Well," Merry said, pondering. "The only woman who lives in the Shire that I know of is my mom."
Aragorn and Legolas exchanged glances. This adventure was really turning out to be a wild goose chase. They had come all the way to the Shire, and the only female there was a hobbit-mother.
"Maybe mom knows of someone else." Suggested Pippin. Being a young hobbit, he believed that his mother was omnificent and all-powerful. "You should come with us and ask her!"
Aragorn wasn't very sure of the idea, but he didn't see any harm in it. Anyways, he did want to make sure that the two young hobbits got home safely. They had told him their story, and though he had only known them for a short while, he felt protective of them. Merry and Pippin reminded him of his own hobbit son, Frodo.
"Alright. We'll go ask your mother for help. Here, you two can ride on Hasufel with me. It'll be faster." The king of Gondor helped the two lads get up on his horse, before climbing on himself. Legolas mounted his own bareback steed, and the four companions rode off.
Pippin's infamous curiosity struck.
"Aragorn. How long will it be before we get home?"
"We should be there a little after sunset."
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Arwen loaded the final box onto her cart. The sun was just starting to set in the sky.
"I suppose I should be going now." She sighed. "But what if they come back, and I'm not here?" The she-elf thought about using the spell Galadriel had taught her, but decided against it. If Merry and Pippin were still alive, they might need to use it. If they weren't, well, then there was no use for it anyways.
"No. I have to go. I die every time I wake up and find that their rooms are still empty. I'm going to go to a place with no pain, no loss." (A/N: Arwen's not suicidal; she's going to the Grey Havens)
Arwen hooked the harness of her horse to her wagon. She sat down in the driver's seat and took the reins. Her eyes were brimming with tears she refused to shed.
"Sometimes I think I can still hear their little voices." She whispered. Sure enough, in her mind, she heard the echoes of her children singing one of the travel songs Bilbo had taught them. She whispered in elvish for her horse to go. It started trotting down the path, pulling Arwen away from Bag End. She couldn't help but take one last look at her house. She turned around in her seat. In the sun's last fading light, Arwen saw shadowy figures coming toward her hobbit hole from the other direction. By some strange sixth sense that only mothers possess, Arwen knew who they were. She turned her horse around, but since it was attached to a cart and couldn't go very fast, the she-elf left off and ran full speed towards her long lost sons.
"Merry! Pippin!" She cried. As soon as the hobbits heard her voice, they jumped off of Aragorn's horse, mimicking their mother's movements. When they finally reached each other, there was much hugging, kissing, and general rejoicing.
"My boys! Oh, I missed you so much!"
"Mom, we're so glad we found you!"
And as Arwen, Merry, and Pippin all hugged and wept, Aragorn son of Arathorn stared at Arwen Evenstar, transfixed. The only intelligent thought he could muster from his suddenly blank mind was: 'Maybe I don't need a dragon after all.'
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Moral of chapter 13- Before you start running down a road, make sure that you look ahead of you to make sure you're not gonna run into anyone.
Like it?
Note: This is just a bit of a warning. After this chapter, I'm going to go against my nature and write a bit of a romance, so beware. AND, for those of you who didn't know, the scary French Bird who sang the scary song was from Disney's version of Thumbelina.
~Chapter XIII- Glad I Ran into You~
"Look, Merry! We're almost home!" Shouted Pippin excitedly. It was true. The two brothers had finally reached a familiar part of the forest. Both knew that Bag End was almost in reach.
"I'll race you home, Pip!" said Merry jovially.
"On your mark. . ., get set . . . GO!" Pippin said, as they started running as fast as their little furry feet could take them.
-AT THAT VERY MOMENT-
"How much?" asked Legolas.
Aragorn finished loading up his gear onto his horse before he spoke.
"I'll bet you five hundred gold-*CRASH*"
Aragorn was cut off as two racing hobbits came around a bend in the road and smashed into him. Legolas couldn't suppress his laughter as he saw the king of Gondor sprawled out on the ground, with two tiny Shirelings standing over him.
"Oh, we're very sorry, sir!" Merry proclaimed quickly, as he offered a hand to help the victim to his feet.
"We were having a race, and we didn't see you." Added Pippin, as he also extended a hand to the stranger. Both Halflings pulled as hard as they could to get Aragorn back into a standing position.
"It's alright. I'm not hurt." Aragorn told them, as he dusted himself off.
Both hobbits were relieved. Now that they were sure they hadn't hurt this big person (who was the most normal person they had seen in quite a while), they decided introductions were in order.
"My name is Meriadoc, and this is my brother, Peregrin." Began Merry.
"But you can call us Merry and Pippin. Who are you, and what brings you to the Shire?"
))))))))))))))))
Arwen Evenstar wiped crystal clear tears from her immortal eyes as she packed her pots and pans and other assorted cooking gear into boxes. She carefully traced a dent on a small soup pot with her fingers. Pippin had made that dent when he had dropped the pot while trying to make breakfast in bed for her. She carefully wrapped it in cloth and laid it into the box.
"Oh! Here's the cup Merry carved for me for my nine hundredth birthday!" Arwen gently turned the rough wooden vessel in her hands. Why couldn't she see anything without being reminded of her lost hobbit-sons?
"They've been gone for months." Arwen told herself, as she had since she first decided to leave Bag End. Too many memories haunted the old hole. "They aren't coming back."
The cooking gear was all she had left to pack before she could leave the Shire for good. She had hoped to get everything packed up in the wagon and be gone before sunset, but if she kept crying over every pan she packed, she would be late. Arwen dried her eyes and packed the cup. She WOULD be gone before sunset!
))))))))))))))))
"Are you REALLY the KING of Gondor?" Pippin asked incredulously.
"Yes Pippin, I am. And Legolas REALLY is the prince of Mirkwood, too." Aragorn said. "And I'm here to find a queen. Do you boys know if there are any young women of noble birth living around here?"
"Well," Merry said, pondering. "The only woman who lives in the Shire that I know of is my mom."
Aragorn and Legolas exchanged glances. This adventure was really turning out to be a wild goose chase. They had come all the way to the Shire, and the only female there was a hobbit-mother.
"Maybe mom knows of someone else." Suggested Pippin. Being a young hobbit, he believed that his mother was omnificent and all-powerful. "You should come with us and ask her!"
Aragorn wasn't very sure of the idea, but he didn't see any harm in it. Anyways, he did want to make sure that the two young hobbits got home safely. They had told him their story, and though he had only known them for a short while, he felt protective of them. Merry and Pippin reminded him of his own hobbit son, Frodo.
"Alright. We'll go ask your mother for help. Here, you two can ride on Hasufel with me. It'll be faster." The king of Gondor helped the two lads get up on his horse, before climbing on himself. Legolas mounted his own bareback steed, and the four companions rode off.
Pippin's infamous curiosity struck.
"Aragorn. How long will it be before we get home?"
"We should be there a little after sunset."
))))))))))))))))
Arwen loaded the final box onto her cart. The sun was just starting to set in the sky.
"I suppose I should be going now." She sighed. "But what if they come back, and I'm not here?" The she-elf thought about using the spell Galadriel had taught her, but decided against it. If Merry and Pippin were still alive, they might need to use it. If they weren't, well, then there was no use for it anyways.
"No. I have to go. I die every time I wake up and find that their rooms are still empty. I'm going to go to a place with no pain, no loss." (A/N: Arwen's not suicidal; she's going to the Grey Havens)
Arwen hooked the harness of her horse to her wagon. She sat down in the driver's seat and took the reins. Her eyes were brimming with tears she refused to shed.
"Sometimes I think I can still hear their little voices." She whispered. Sure enough, in her mind, she heard the echoes of her children singing one of the travel songs Bilbo had taught them. She whispered in elvish for her horse to go. It started trotting down the path, pulling Arwen away from Bag End. She couldn't help but take one last look at her house. She turned around in her seat. In the sun's last fading light, Arwen saw shadowy figures coming toward her hobbit hole from the other direction. By some strange sixth sense that only mothers possess, Arwen knew who they were. She turned her horse around, but since it was attached to a cart and couldn't go very fast, the she-elf left off and ran full speed towards her long lost sons.
"Merry! Pippin!" She cried. As soon as the hobbits heard her voice, they jumped off of Aragorn's horse, mimicking their mother's movements. When they finally reached each other, there was much hugging, kissing, and general rejoicing.
"My boys! Oh, I missed you so much!"
"Mom, we're so glad we found you!"
And as Arwen, Merry, and Pippin all hugged and wept, Aragorn son of Arathorn stared at Arwen Evenstar, transfixed. The only intelligent thought he could muster from his suddenly blank mind was: 'Maybe I don't need a dragon after all.'
))))))))))))))))
Moral of chapter 13- Before you start running down a road, make sure that you look ahead of you to make sure you're not gonna run into anyone.
Like it?