Outcast
Disclaimer: Random Guy: Lady Arcorna, you do not own these characters ...
Random Chick: NOOOOOO!!! Why did you tell her?! Idiot!!!
Lady Arcorna: They are MINE!!! My precioussssss!!!
A/N: More Pippin angst ...
Chapter 5
Merry didn't feel very well. Memories of his bruised young cousin would haunt him as well as the story of Pippin's birth.
Merry could hardly remember. It was almost 20 years ago ... but still. There was something that Merry knew he should remember.
There had been something in his past ... but whenever he tried to remember darkness would cloud over his mind ...
Pippin had to stay in bed. He wasn't doing very well although Ivy, the nurse, didn't understand why. His wounds had healed and his father had gone on a business trip to Bree.
"He should do better ...", she muttered to herself as she walked through the woods, looking for weed that could help.
Pippin was sad. So sad that he wished he could just die. He hadn't seen Merry ever after the incident at Brandy Hall. Probably Merry hated him now. Nobody cared so why should he get up?
In the end he had to get up. There was a party at the Took's and his father had said that he had to come, too.
"Those annoying Brandybucks are suspicious so you'll come, but you won't talk to them unless I tell you to. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir.", Pippin replied, quietly.
Paladin beat him up a few days before the party to make sure that Pippin remembered where he belonged to.
"And then I ..."
Paladin Took was talking about his boring, but very important business to Saradoc Brandybuck while he was smoking. He would blow the smoke directly into Pippin's face, who was sitting right beside the older hobbits.
Saradoc looked as if he was about to fall asleep. He would try to catch Pippin's attention, hoping that his nephew would say something funny as he usually did.
But Pippin hardly ate and he didn't talk at all. He was pale and looked tired.
Then Merry who was also trying to catch Pippin's attention passed by. Saradoc grabbed him by the wrist.
"Merry, please take Pippin for a walk. I don't think that he cares too much for smoke and our business."
Merry took Pippin's hand and pulled him up which caused Pippin to wince in pain. His wrist still hurt. Merry looked at him, sadly and lead him away from the party- They walked together in silence for a while until they reached the woods and Merry spoke up.
"Pippin, what's wrong with you?"
He didn't say a word. He wouldn't talk to Merry ever again. It was useless anyway ...
Merry looked at his younger cousin as if to get him to answer his question. Pippin just stared back. He felt insecure and didn't know what to say. Usually he was hiding his real weak self behind the masc of the funny happy young hobbit. He couldn't deal with that situation. He couldn't deal with it at all.
"Merry.", he began, but then paused. "Merry, I-I-I ..."
Merry put his hand on Pippin's shoulder and squeezed it. He really wanted Pippin to admit that he was hurt. Then he could help him ... Maybe ...
Pippin cried out in pain as Merry did so. When his father had thrown him off the pony he had hurt his shoulder and it was still sore.
Also his wrist still hurt, but he didn't care about that at the moment since Merry had started to un-do the buttons of his shirt.
"What are you **doing**?", he asked.
"Well, I'll see what is wrong with you now.", Merry replied.
When he saw Pippin's shoulder Merry really wished to cry. It was bruised and had a sick shade of purple and yellow.
"Pippin ... what happened? Please tell me. Whatever it was, tell me. I have to know. I won't get angry if you say it was your father. Just tell me the truth please."
Pippin shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. Merry wouldn't believe in him. He hadn't believed three weeks ago so why should he do so now?
"Just nod if it was your father. **Please**.", Merry pleaded.
Pippin swallowed, hard. How could he tell Merry? Merry, who had called him a liar? Merry, who had pushed him into his worst enemy's arms?
Merry, who had been there in that terrible night? Merry, who was his best friend ...
Pippin nodded and opened his eyes. Merry was staring at him in shock and horror. Then he put his arms around the young Took and hugged him as if he'd never let go.
"My poor little Pippin! I'm a bad friend. I should have believed in you! **You** are my best friend. Not your father."
Pippin sobbed into Merry's shoulder. This time everything would be good. Merry would be there ...
"What can we do now?", Merry wondered. "We can't stay here nor can we go to Brandy Hall. What can we do?"
Pippin murmured something, barely audible. Merry frowned and pushed his younger cousin a bit back so that he could hear him better.
"What did you say, Pip?"
"I don't care." Pippin looked up to Merry with tears in his eyes. "I don't care because he will get me sooner or later anyway."
"No he won't! I promise he won't! I will never ever leave you, my dear Pippin!"
Merry looked at the younger hobbit. Pippin's eyes were wide with fear.
"Come on, Pip! I know where we can go to!"
Merry started to drag Pippin away. The young Took didn't struggle, but he didn't seem to be convinced either.
"What is it, Pippin?", Merry asked, softly. "Why won't you come with me?"
"You're throwing your life away, Merry. He will never stop looking for us. He will find us and then you will suffer as well. Just leave me here, Merry. I'm not worth all that trouble."
Merry stared at his friend, shocked. How could that child still be that innocent and sweet after all that he had gone through?!
"Pip! Oh my God!"
Merry hugged him once more.
"I would throw my life away any time for you. But I won't do it now. We're going to be fine."
Pippin smiled, softly and took Merry's hand.
"Where are we going to?", he then asked.
"We're going to see Daisy. She has a house a few miles away from Brandy Hall. They won't find us there."
Pippin nodded slowly. He lead Merry to the Took's stables. The young cousins took two ponies and then rode into a new life.
Disclaimer: Random Guy: Lady Arcorna, you do not own these characters ...
Random Chick: NOOOOOO!!! Why did you tell her?! Idiot!!!
Lady Arcorna: They are MINE!!! My precioussssss!!!
A/N: More Pippin angst ...
Chapter 5
Merry didn't feel very well. Memories of his bruised young cousin would haunt him as well as the story of Pippin's birth.
Merry could hardly remember. It was almost 20 years ago ... but still. There was something that Merry knew he should remember.
There had been something in his past ... but whenever he tried to remember darkness would cloud over his mind ...
Pippin had to stay in bed. He wasn't doing very well although Ivy, the nurse, didn't understand why. His wounds had healed and his father had gone on a business trip to Bree.
"He should do better ...", she muttered to herself as she walked through the woods, looking for weed that could help.
Pippin was sad. So sad that he wished he could just die. He hadn't seen Merry ever after the incident at Brandy Hall. Probably Merry hated him now. Nobody cared so why should he get up?
In the end he had to get up. There was a party at the Took's and his father had said that he had to come, too.
"Those annoying Brandybucks are suspicious so you'll come, but you won't talk to them unless I tell you to. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir.", Pippin replied, quietly.
Paladin beat him up a few days before the party to make sure that Pippin remembered where he belonged to.
"And then I ..."
Paladin Took was talking about his boring, but very important business to Saradoc Brandybuck while he was smoking. He would blow the smoke directly into Pippin's face, who was sitting right beside the older hobbits.
Saradoc looked as if he was about to fall asleep. He would try to catch Pippin's attention, hoping that his nephew would say something funny as he usually did.
But Pippin hardly ate and he didn't talk at all. He was pale and looked tired.
Then Merry who was also trying to catch Pippin's attention passed by. Saradoc grabbed him by the wrist.
"Merry, please take Pippin for a walk. I don't think that he cares too much for smoke and our business."
Merry took Pippin's hand and pulled him up which caused Pippin to wince in pain. His wrist still hurt. Merry looked at him, sadly and lead him away from the party- They walked together in silence for a while until they reached the woods and Merry spoke up.
"Pippin, what's wrong with you?"
He didn't say a word. He wouldn't talk to Merry ever again. It was useless anyway ...
Merry looked at his younger cousin as if to get him to answer his question. Pippin just stared back. He felt insecure and didn't know what to say. Usually he was hiding his real weak self behind the masc of the funny happy young hobbit. He couldn't deal with that situation. He couldn't deal with it at all.
"Merry.", he began, but then paused. "Merry, I-I-I ..."
Merry put his hand on Pippin's shoulder and squeezed it. He really wanted Pippin to admit that he was hurt. Then he could help him ... Maybe ...
Pippin cried out in pain as Merry did so. When his father had thrown him off the pony he had hurt his shoulder and it was still sore.
Also his wrist still hurt, but he didn't care about that at the moment since Merry had started to un-do the buttons of his shirt.
"What are you **doing**?", he asked.
"Well, I'll see what is wrong with you now.", Merry replied.
When he saw Pippin's shoulder Merry really wished to cry. It was bruised and had a sick shade of purple and yellow.
"Pippin ... what happened? Please tell me. Whatever it was, tell me. I have to know. I won't get angry if you say it was your father. Just tell me the truth please."
Pippin shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. Merry wouldn't believe in him. He hadn't believed three weeks ago so why should he do so now?
"Just nod if it was your father. **Please**.", Merry pleaded.
Pippin swallowed, hard. How could he tell Merry? Merry, who had called him a liar? Merry, who had pushed him into his worst enemy's arms?
Merry, who had been there in that terrible night? Merry, who was his best friend ...
Pippin nodded and opened his eyes. Merry was staring at him in shock and horror. Then he put his arms around the young Took and hugged him as if he'd never let go.
"My poor little Pippin! I'm a bad friend. I should have believed in you! **You** are my best friend. Not your father."
Pippin sobbed into Merry's shoulder. This time everything would be good. Merry would be there ...
"What can we do now?", Merry wondered. "We can't stay here nor can we go to Brandy Hall. What can we do?"
Pippin murmured something, barely audible. Merry frowned and pushed his younger cousin a bit back so that he could hear him better.
"What did you say, Pip?"
"I don't care." Pippin looked up to Merry with tears in his eyes. "I don't care because he will get me sooner or later anyway."
"No he won't! I promise he won't! I will never ever leave you, my dear Pippin!"
Merry looked at the younger hobbit. Pippin's eyes were wide with fear.
"Come on, Pip! I know where we can go to!"
Merry started to drag Pippin away. The young Took didn't struggle, but he didn't seem to be convinced either.
"What is it, Pippin?", Merry asked, softly. "Why won't you come with me?"
"You're throwing your life away, Merry. He will never stop looking for us. He will find us and then you will suffer as well. Just leave me here, Merry. I'm not worth all that trouble."
Merry stared at his friend, shocked. How could that child still be that innocent and sweet after all that he had gone through?!
"Pip! Oh my God!"
Merry hugged him once more.
"I would throw my life away any time for you. But I won't do it now. We're going to be fine."
Pippin smiled, softly and took Merry's hand.
"Where are we going to?", he then asked.
"We're going to see Daisy. She has a house a few miles away from Brandy Hall. They won't find us there."
Pippin nodded slowly. He lead Merry to the Took's stables. The young cousins took two ponies and then rode into a new life.