Chapter 9
Getting ready
A/N: as some of you say hobbits always find good excuses for big parties! lol. I'm so glad you are enjoying this story...it IS a parody...scenes like Pearl having her hair singed off by tongs, the clothespin...all ideas taken from LITTLE WOMEN. Also Frodo's dislike of trying to be elegant ;) Other than that :) Please keep reading & reviewing...haven't gotten too many lately. Thanks to those who did, though. :) ~Hermoine Eveningfall
Pearl sat in front of the guest room mirror the following morning, brushing her long, thick hair and humming the tune to a waltz. It was the day of the reunion and Brandy Hall was buzzing. Maids were setting tables up outside in the fields for the guests and food was being prepared (something deliciuos as a wonderful smell came from the kitchens). Pimpernel skipped into the room a few moments later, and stopped when she heard the humming. "What are you so cheerful about?" she asked, causing Pearl to look over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
"Why shouldn't I be happy? It's the day of the party!"
Pimpernel walked over to her suitcase and began to rummage though the many outfits she had brought along. She finally pulled out a charming knee-length, light blue dress with lace surrounding the edges of the sleeves and the collar. "What do you think of this one?" Pimpernel asked, holding the dress up to her front and doing a spin. Pearl smiled.
"It looks wonderful. Perfectly charming." Pearl paused. "Say...would you like for me to do your hair for the party?"
Pimpernel turned white. "Oh no you won't! Not after I accidentally soiled yours! Don't think I'm that stupid! And besides: I DON'T TRUST YOU."
Pearl laughed. "Honestly...don't be stupid." She picked up her hairbrush and a pink ribbon. "I coulur hair couldn't soil your hair anyway...I don't have the tongs. Plus Mama would have my hide if she found out!"
Pimpernel gave her sister a very hard look before finally agreeing, and sat down in the chair. As Pearl began working on the braid little Peregrin tumbled in. "Not fair! I'm littler than you are!" He sobbed as Frodo and Merry popped in, both laughing.
"It makes it all the more fun!" Merry teased as he and Frodo proceeded to lift him.
"Geroff! Geroff!" Pippin begged, grasping the carpet in a desparate attempt to escape. Before Pearl or Pimpernel could say anything about it Pippin disappeared through the door. They heard squeals of laughter from the corridor and shook their heads.
"Frodo! Merry! You leave him alone if he doesn't want to play!" Pearl shouted and the boys stuck their heads in again, panting and smiling.
"What?" Merry asked.
"I said..."
"She said STOP, Merry." Pippin snapped once he'd managed to stand up.
The two older boys looked at each other. "What's going on in here? Smells like a barn!" Frodo teased.
"It does NOT." Pimpernel snapped. "It's perfume."
"Whose did you steal this time?" Merry joked.
Pearl abandoned Pimpernel's hair and immediately went after him. She chased him out of the room, down the corridor and only stopped when they ran straight into one of the maids who was carrying a tray of muffins and jam, all of which was knocked to the floor. It took each of them a few moments to untangle and realize what had just happened and the maid was fuming. "Look at this mess!"
Merry blushed. "Sorry Della." he apologized.
"I will have to tell your mother, Meriadoc. Another batch of muffins ruined because your carelessness."
"Another batch? What happened to the first one?" asked Pearl as she helped pick up the food from the floor.
"Well...Seira burned it. But anyway...that is BESIDE the point."
Merry's lower lip began to tremble. "P-please don't tell my Mama...she m-might not let me go to the party."
That face alway got Della every time and she sighed. "You are SUCH a nuisance. But I'll give you one more chance. You'll get away with it...THIS time." She thanked Pearl for helping her clean the mess before carrying the tray back to the kitchens. When the maid had disappeared, Merry looked at Pearl.
"There you are! Merry...have you seen Frodo? He has to get into his party clothes." Bilbo came down the corridor passing Della on the way, startled to hear her grumbles of disgust. "I won't ask." he added with a shake of his head.
"Frodo's in..."
"I'M NOT HERE!" Frodo shouted from inside the guest room.
Bilbo came in and saw that Frodo was attempting to hide on the other side of Pimpernel's chair. "Come on, lad. You certainly must get a bath and change before the party. It's not a big deal..."
"I don't WANT to go to the party. I'd rather sit and read in the library. Noooooooo!"
Bilbo lifted Frodo's struggling body into one arm and carried him away, causing the others to laugh. "That Frodo. He's a Pip." giggled Pearl. Pippin gasped.
"He's not a pip...I am." he snapped.
"Of course you are, darling!" laughed Pimpernel. "Come and give your big sister a hug."
Pippin threw his arms around her and she lifted him, cuddling his soft body against hers. "There's a good lad. Now are you all ready for the party or does Mama have to chase you down?"
Pippin looked down at himeslf and then looked back up at Pimpernel. He wore a soft blue t-shirt and a pair of diapers.
"Um..."
She ruffled his head of curly blonde hair. "Let's go find Mama and see what she wants you to wear." Pimpernel lifted her little brother into her arms and carried him off. Pearl looked at the brush and ribbion that lay on the vanity still and sighed.
Getting ready
A/N: as some of you say hobbits always find good excuses for big parties! lol. I'm so glad you are enjoying this story...it IS a parody...scenes like Pearl having her hair singed off by tongs, the clothespin...all ideas taken from LITTLE WOMEN. Also Frodo's dislike of trying to be elegant ;) Other than that :) Please keep reading & reviewing...haven't gotten too many lately. Thanks to those who did, though. :) ~Hermoine Eveningfall
Pearl sat in front of the guest room mirror the following morning, brushing her long, thick hair and humming the tune to a waltz. It was the day of the reunion and Brandy Hall was buzzing. Maids were setting tables up outside in the fields for the guests and food was being prepared (something deliciuos as a wonderful smell came from the kitchens). Pimpernel skipped into the room a few moments later, and stopped when she heard the humming. "What are you so cheerful about?" she asked, causing Pearl to look over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
"Why shouldn't I be happy? It's the day of the party!"
Pimpernel walked over to her suitcase and began to rummage though the many outfits she had brought along. She finally pulled out a charming knee-length, light blue dress with lace surrounding the edges of the sleeves and the collar. "What do you think of this one?" Pimpernel asked, holding the dress up to her front and doing a spin. Pearl smiled.
"It looks wonderful. Perfectly charming." Pearl paused. "Say...would you like for me to do your hair for the party?"
Pimpernel turned white. "Oh no you won't! Not after I accidentally soiled yours! Don't think I'm that stupid! And besides: I DON'T TRUST YOU."
Pearl laughed. "Honestly...don't be stupid." She picked up her hairbrush and a pink ribbon. "I coulur hair couldn't soil your hair anyway...I don't have the tongs. Plus Mama would have my hide if she found out!"
Pimpernel gave her sister a very hard look before finally agreeing, and sat down in the chair. As Pearl began working on the braid little Peregrin tumbled in. "Not fair! I'm littler than you are!" He sobbed as Frodo and Merry popped in, both laughing.
"It makes it all the more fun!" Merry teased as he and Frodo proceeded to lift him.
"Geroff! Geroff!" Pippin begged, grasping the carpet in a desparate attempt to escape. Before Pearl or Pimpernel could say anything about it Pippin disappeared through the door. They heard squeals of laughter from the corridor and shook their heads.
"Frodo! Merry! You leave him alone if he doesn't want to play!" Pearl shouted and the boys stuck their heads in again, panting and smiling.
"What?" Merry asked.
"I said..."
"She said STOP, Merry." Pippin snapped once he'd managed to stand up.
The two older boys looked at each other. "What's going on in here? Smells like a barn!" Frodo teased.
"It does NOT." Pimpernel snapped. "It's perfume."
"Whose did you steal this time?" Merry joked.
Pearl abandoned Pimpernel's hair and immediately went after him. She chased him out of the room, down the corridor and only stopped when they ran straight into one of the maids who was carrying a tray of muffins and jam, all of which was knocked to the floor. It took each of them a few moments to untangle and realize what had just happened and the maid was fuming. "Look at this mess!"
Merry blushed. "Sorry Della." he apologized.
"I will have to tell your mother, Meriadoc. Another batch of muffins ruined because your carelessness."
"Another batch? What happened to the first one?" asked Pearl as she helped pick up the food from the floor.
"Well...Seira burned it. But anyway...that is BESIDE the point."
Merry's lower lip began to tremble. "P-please don't tell my Mama...she m-might not let me go to the party."
That face alway got Della every time and she sighed. "You are SUCH a nuisance. But I'll give you one more chance. You'll get away with it...THIS time." She thanked Pearl for helping her clean the mess before carrying the tray back to the kitchens. When the maid had disappeared, Merry looked at Pearl.
"There you are! Merry...have you seen Frodo? He has to get into his party clothes." Bilbo came down the corridor passing Della on the way, startled to hear her grumbles of disgust. "I won't ask." he added with a shake of his head.
"Frodo's in..."
"I'M NOT HERE!" Frodo shouted from inside the guest room.
Bilbo came in and saw that Frodo was attempting to hide on the other side of Pimpernel's chair. "Come on, lad. You certainly must get a bath and change before the party. It's not a big deal..."
"I don't WANT to go to the party. I'd rather sit and read in the library. Noooooooo!"
Bilbo lifted Frodo's struggling body into one arm and carried him away, causing the others to laugh. "That Frodo. He's a Pip." giggled Pearl. Pippin gasped.
"He's not a pip...I am." he snapped.
"Of course you are, darling!" laughed Pimpernel. "Come and give your big sister a hug."
Pippin threw his arms around her and she lifted him, cuddling his soft body against hers. "There's a good lad. Now are you all ready for the party or does Mama have to chase you down?"
Pippin looked down at himeslf and then looked back up at Pimpernel. He wore a soft blue t-shirt and a pair of diapers.
"Um..."
She ruffled his head of curly blonde hair. "Let's go find Mama and see what she wants you to wear." Pimpernel lifted her little brother into her arms and carried him off. Pearl looked at the brush and ribbion that lay on the vanity still and sighed.
