Outcast
Disclaimer: All those wonderful characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
A/N: Poor little Pippin will suffer some more ...
A/N2: I'll hurry to upload. I promise!
Chapter 3
Pippin was back in his old room in his father's house. He was a four year old child again. It
was dark and he felt ... bad.
He had had a lot of ice cream for supper and so he felt nauseous.
Suddenly he tasted something disgusting and – threw up. The little hobbit didn't know what
to do and so he just started to cry and hoped that his mother would hear him.
She did as well as his father.
Saladin Took stormed into the room and light a candle.
"What did you **do**, little fool?!", he yelled. "Now look at that!"
Saladin started to shake his young son. Pippin still felt bad and so he threw up again – on his
father's shirt.
Saladin slapped Pippin.
"What do you think you do, you no good cry-baby?!"
He pulled up the little hobbit and beat his back until Pippin started to scream.
These piercing cries of his tortured soul cut through the darkness and woke up all the Tooks.
Pippin's mother had finally reached the room and she too started to scream.
"Paladin! He's a **baby**!"
"He's old enough to know how a Took has to behave! He's my heir after all and I won't allow
him to become a weak hobbit cry-baby!", Saladin yelled, furiously.
Pippin was still weeping. He looked at his mother with wide eyes, but she didn't help him.
"NOOOOOO!!!"
Pippin woke up, panting. He wanted to get out of that room, he had to escape ... get away
from him. Had to behave ...
"Pippin!", he heard a voice beside him.
"No, please I didn't mean to. I will be good. I promise!"
His eyes widened and he looked even younger than he usually did. Merry reached over and
took his cousin into his arms.
"Pip! It's all right, it's me, Merry."
"Merry?", Pippin sobbed.
Merry nodded and cradled his friend as carefully as he could.
"Yes, Pippin. Don't be afraid. He's not here. Nothing will happen to you as long as you're
here with me."
Pippin rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his way too wide shirt. Merry had given it to him
before. It smelled like Merry and that comforted the young Took.
"Merry? Will you be there when I wake up?", he asked, his voice shaking.
Merry smiled and pulled Pippin closer in. He felt the need to protect this little hobbit. He
wouldn't let anything happen to him.
"I will **always** be there when you wake up. No matter what. Trust in me."
Pippin put his head on Merry's chest and drifted back into sleep. He was safe ... Merry was
there.
The next morning came soon. It was a rainy day and so the Brandybucks had to stay inside.
Merry got up early and got dressed. Then he waited until Pippin was awake.
First the young Took made sure that his elder cousin was still there then he relaxed.
"I'm hungry!", he announced from Merry's bed.
"Then get up! I won't carry anything to my room."
Pippin smiled and jumped out of the bed. He felt better. He loved the food that was served in
Brandy Hall ...
"So where's my clothing?", he asked.
"My mother threw everything away since it was dirty and all. She didn't bring new ones
though ..."
"Well, this shirt will have to do then."
Merry chuckled. His cousin looked ridiculous: the shirt reached his knees and the sleeves
were long enough for two Pippins.
"What?", Pippin asked, suspiciously. "I **do** look good."
Merry couldn't help it and burst out in hysterical laughters.
"Well, if you think so."
Pippin folded his arms across his chest and glared at Merry.
"You're mean."
Pippin smiled some more. He loved being with Merry so much. He was still shy though as if
Brandy Hall was a whole new place to him.
He looked for a hold and so he grabbed Merry's hand. Merry responded to Pippin's silent cry
for help by intertwining his fingers with his cousin's.
And so they walked through Brandy Hall until they reached one of the kitchens.
Pippin sat down on a chair and also pulled up his cold feet.
Then he ate whatever they gave to him. He felt comfortable and the best thing was that he felt
secure. No one was going to take his food away, slap him and yell at him tellig him that he
was going to become fat. And Tooks don't get fat ...
"Pip?", Merry asked, worriedly as if he could sense Pippin's distress.
"I'm fine. Don't worry, please."
Pippin forced a smile on his face and continued to eat some more. He didn't feel hungry
actually. He had had enough food, but somehow he still needed more.
Merry liked watching Pippin. The young Took seemed to be at ease at the moment. He wasn't
afraid and that was good since Pippin was a happy young hobbit usually and it made Merry
sad to see him like before.
Then the door swung open and Paladin Took entered the room.
"There you are my dear Pippin!", Saladin said and wanted to take Pippin into his arms.
The hobbit shied away and his eyes widened.
"What's wrong?", Saladin asked and looked at Merry. "Do **you** knew what's wrong with
him?"
Merry was confused. Wasn't Saladin supposed to be a monster?!
"He ... he said that you beat him up.", Merry replied and blushed.
Probably that was one of Pippin's stupid tricks once again. Most likely he had fallen from a
tree-that was where the bruises came from and then he had made up that stupid story.
"I?", Saladin said, surprised. "I couldn't beat up my little Pippin, could I?"
He ruffled Pippin's hair although he knew that Pippin hated that.
"You'll come home now and we'll talk about everything with your mother."
"NO! MERRY!!!", Pippin cried out in horror and hid behind his elder cousin, but Merry
pushed him over to his father, without mercy.
"That's not funny, Pippin. I actually believed in what you said. I'm sorry, Paladin."
"Don't worry. I know my son very well. He can be quite convincing."
He grabbed his son't hand and dragged him out of Brandy Hall. He then lifted him up to the
pony and sat down behind him like Merry had done the day before, but this time Pippin didn't
feel comfortable at all.
And really: as soon as they were out of sight his father started to talk to him and it wasn't a
very pleasing talk.
"So you went to Merry. You actually believed that people would trust you. That they could
love you. YOU?! Of all people! Why would anybody want to bother themselves with a freak
like you?"
Pippin covered his ears. He didn't want to hear that. He couldn't take it anymore. Why did his
father hate him so much? What was wrong with him? Why couldn't his father at least try to
like him?
"You're covering your ears?!", Paladin yelled and pulled away Pippin's hands.
He took one of Pippin's wrists and pushed it back until he heard a sick little noise.
"You're going to listen to every single word, my lad.", Saladin ordered.
"Y-yes, sir.", Pippin sobbed.
His wrist hurt so much and he felt that he was about to pass out, but he couldn't let himself
allow to do so. His father would beat him to death.
When they arrived at home Paladin just threw his son to the ground and got off the pony
himself. He then kicked Pippin's tummy.
"Get up!" When Pippin didn't move he kicked him again. "GET UP!"
"PALADIN!", Pippin's mother cried and rushed out of the house. "Don't you hurt him! Do
you want him to run away again?!"
"He won't be able to run away when I'm finished.", Paladin replied and pulled up Pippin who
switched between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Pippin felt very dizzy and very lonely. Merry had abandoned him just like everybody else.
Why did nobody love him? Why did nobody care?
Disclaimer: All those wonderful characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
A/N: Poor little Pippin will suffer some more ...
A/N2: I'll hurry to upload. I promise!
Chapter 3
Pippin was back in his old room in his father's house. He was a four year old child again. It
was dark and he felt ... bad.
He had had a lot of ice cream for supper and so he felt nauseous.
Suddenly he tasted something disgusting and – threw up. The little hobbit didn't know what
to do and so he just started to cry and hoped that his mother would hear him.
She did as well as his father.
Saladin Took stormed into the room and light a candle.
"What did you **do**, little fool?!", he yelled. "Now look at that!"
Saladin started to shake his young son. Pippin still felt bad and so he threw up again – on his
father's shirt.
Saladin slapped Pippin.
"What do you think you do, you no good cry-baby?!"
He pulled up the little hobbit and beat his back until Pippin started to scream.
These piercing cries of his tortured soul cut through the darkness and woke up all the Tooks.
Pippin's mother had finally reached the room and she too started to scream.
"Paladin! He's a **baby**!"
"He's old enough to know how a Took has to behave! He's my heir after all and I won't allow
him to become a weak hobbit cry-baby!", Saladin yelled, furiously.
Pippin was still weeping. He looked at his mother with wide eyes, but she didn't help him.
"NOOOOOO!!!"
Pippin woke up, panting. He wanted to get out of that room, he had to escape ... get away
from him. Had to behave ...
"Pippin!", he heard a voice beside him.
"No, please I didn't mean to. I will be good. I promise!"
His eyes widened and he looked even younger than he usually did. Merry reached over and
took his cousin into his arms.
"Pip! It's all right, it's me, Merry."
"Merry?", Pippin sobbed.
Merry nodded and cradled his friend as carefully as he could.
"Yes, Pippin. Don't be afraid. He's not here. Nothing will happen to you as long as you're
here with me."
Pippin rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his way too wide shirt. Merry had given it to him
before. It smelled like Merry and that comforted the young Took.
"Merry? Will you be there when I wake up?", he asked, his voice shaking.
Merry smiled and pulled Pippin closer in. He felt the need to protect this little hobbit. He
wouldn't let anything happen to him.
"I will **always** be there when you wake up. No matter what. Trust in me."
Pippin put his head on Merry's chest and drifted back into sleep. He was safe ... Merry was
there.
The next morning came soon. It was a rainy day and so the Brandybucks had to stay inside.
Merry got up early and got dressed. Then he waited until Pippin was awake.
First the young Took made sure that his elder cousin was still there then he relaxed.
"I'm hungry!", he announced from Merry's bed.
"Then get up! I won't carry anything to my room."
Pippin smiled and jumped out of the bed. He felt better. He loved the food that was served in
Brandy Hall ...
"So where's my clothing?", he asked.
"My mother threw everything away since it was dirty and all. She didn't bring new ones
though ..."
"Well, this shirt will have to do then."
Merry chuckled. His cousin looked ridiculous: the shirt reached his knees and the sleeves
were long enough for two Pippins.
"What?", Pippin asked, suspiciously. "I **do** look good."
Merry couldn't help it and burst out in hysterical laughters.
"Well, if you think so."
Pippin folded his arms across his chest and glared at Merry.
"You're mean."
Pippin smiled some more. He loved being with Merry so much. He was still shy though as if
Brandy Hall was a whole new place to him.
He looked for a hold and so he grabbed Merry's hand. Merry responded to Pippin's silent cry
for help by intertwining his fingers with his cousin's.
And so they walked through Brandy Hall until they reached one of the kitchens.
Pippin sat down on a chair and also pulled up his cold feet.
Then he ate whatever they gave to him. He felt comfortable and the best thing was that he felt
secure. No one was going to take his food away, slap him and yell at him tellig him that he
was going to become fat. And Tooks don't get fat ...
"Pip?", Merry asked, worriedly as if he could sense Pippin's distress.
"I'm fine. Don't worry, please."
Pippin forced a smile on his face and continued to eat some more. He didn't feel hungry
actually. He had had enough food, but somehow he still needed more.
Merry liked watching Pippin. The young Took seemed to be at ease at the moment. He wasn't
afraid and that was good since Pippin was a happy young hobbit usually and it made Merry
sad to see him like before.
Then the door swung open and Paladin Took entered the room.
"There you are my dear Pippin!", Saladin said and wanted to take Pippin into his arms.
The hobbit shied away and his eyes widened.
"What's wrong?", Saladin asked and looked at Merry. "Do **you** knew what's wrong with
him?"
Merry was confused. Wasn't Saladin supposed to be a monster?!
"He ... he said that you beat him up.", Merry replied and blushed.
Probably that was one of Pippin's stupid tricks once again. Most likely he had fallen from a
tree-that was where the bruises came from and then he had made up that stupid story.
"I?", Saladin said, surprised. "I couldn't beat up my little Pippin, could I?"
He ruffled Pippin's hair although he knew that Pippin hated that.
"You'll come home now and we'll talk about everything with your mother."
"NO! MERRY!!!", Pippin cried out in horror and hid behind his elder cousin, but Merry
pushed him over to his father, without mercy.
"That's not funny, Pippin. I actually believed in what you said. I'm sorry, Paladin."
"Don't worry. I know my son very well. He can be quite convincing."
He grabbed his son't hand and dragged him out of Brandy Hall. He then lifted him up to the
pony and sat down behind him like Merry had done the day before, but this time Pippin didn't
feel comfortable at all.
And really: as soon as they were out of sight his father started to talk to him and it wasn't a
very pleasing talk.
"So you went to Merry. You actually believed that people would trust you. That they could
love you. YOU?! Of all people! Why would anybody want to bother themselves with a freak
like you?"
Pippin covered his ears. He didn't want to hear that. He couldn't take it anymore. Why did his
father hate him so much? What was wrong with him? Why couldn't his father at least try to
like him?
"You're covering your ears?!", Paladin yelled and pulled away Pippin's hands.
He took one of Pippin's wrists and pushed it back until he heard a sick little noise.
"You're going to listen to every single word, my lad.", Saladin ordered.
"Y-yes, sir.", Pippin sobbed.
His wrist hurt so much and he felt that he was about to pass out, but he couldn't let himself
allow to do so. His father would beat him to death.
When they arrived at home Paladin just threw his son to the ground and got off the pony
himself. He then kicked Pippin's tummy.
"Get up!" When Pippin didn't move he kicked him again. "GET UP!"
"PALADIN!", Pippin's mother cried and rushed out of the house. "Don't you hurt him! Do
you want him to run away again?!"
"He won't be able to run away when I'm finished.", Paladin replied and pulled up Pippin who
switched between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Pippin felt very dizzy and very lonely. Merry had abandoned him just like everybody else.
Why did nobody love him? Why did nobody care?