Outcast
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, except for the characters you don't know from LOTR.
A/N: Soooooooorry, I should really update more often!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so busy with my exams, though and now I'm a college-girl and ... gaaaah, I'm sorry. Anyways, many people discussed the whole Saladin/Paladin thing ... ::giggles:: Well, my friend's dad's name is Saladin and I kinda got their names mixed up ... Also, I'm NOT against gay people at all! Most of my fics are slash, but I just didn't want them to be in this story!
A/N 2: Are there any people who are good at drawing fanart reading this? If there are ... would you draw some fanart for this fic? ::puppy eyes:: You will get POWER if you do ... you may tell me what to write in one of the next chapters!
Chapter 12
A few days after Pippin had decided that he had to be strong Merry woke up. He found that Pippin was sleeping at his side. Merry was confused. Why was Pippin there? What was going on? He turned over carefully and watched his younger cousin in his sleep. He definitely looked better than when he had still lived at home, but something seemed to bother Pippin; his fingers were tightly curled around the blanket and he kept murmuring things that Merry didn't understand.
"Pip," Merry whispered. "Pip?"
Merry should never forget Pippin's reaction: all of a sudden the young hobbit jumped up and shook his tiny fist in front of Merry's eyes.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You ...? Not dad ... and you're ... you're awake!"
Pippin threw himself into his best friend's arms and hugged him as tight as he possibly could, squeezing all air out of Merry's lungs.
"Merry! You LIVE!"
"Well, yes, but I might stop doing so if you don't let go of me."
Immediately Pippin drew his arms back, staring at his cousin with huge, tear-filled eyes.
"I thought I had lost you," he whispered. "Everyone said I would and I was the only one who still believed in you."
Merry shook his head slowly to get it clear. "What was wrong with me? I can't remember ... it's all ... gone."
Pippin told his friend about everything, how he had watched over him, how everyone had tried to make Pippin let go. At some points of the story Merry seriously gulped. His life had hung by a thread and it was only Pippin who had kept him alive.
After everything had been talked over Pippin decided to fetch Merry's parents. They were so happy to see their only child awake and well that they did exactly the same thing that Pippin had done, but Merry didn't mind. In fact he was thinking about something.
Not everything that had happened during his coma was gone. There were the dreams. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but he remembered pieces of them ... like splinters of glass they would cut their way into his thoughts and plague him.
On the one hand he **wanted** to know about them, he needed to, but on the other hand he was afraid of them.
A few days later he was sitting under a tree while Pippin was collecting mushrooms.
"Pip?"
"Mmm?" The younger hobbit had just found a particularly yummy mushroom.
"Can you remember anything from back when we were younger? From when we were first allowed to visit each other on our own."
Pippin thought for a moment, then shrugged. "We did what we still do today, I guess."
"Mmm ... yes, I guess so."
Pippin tilted his head to the side. "Dearest cousin, what's bothering you? Don't say you're fine. You're not."
"The dreams ... there have been so many of them and now ... I can't remember any of them."
"Dreams will always be just that: dreams. They're never going to be true," Pippin stated firmly and kept collecting the ingredients for his favourite dish: Mushroom omelette with onion pie.
Merry wondered when his cousin had become so hard or if he had always been.
A/N: SEE?! I didn't kill Merry!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, except for the characters you don't know from LOTR.
A/N: Soooooooorry, I should really update more often!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so busy with my exams, though and now I'm a college-girl and ... gaaaah, I'm sorry. Anyways, many people discussed the whole Saladin/Paladin thing ... ::giggles:: Well, my friend's dad's name is Saladin and I kinda got their names mixed up ... Also, I'm NOT against gay people at all! Most of my fics are slash, but I just didn't want them to be in this story!
A/N 2: Are there any people who are good at drawing fanart reading this? If there are ... would you draw some fanart for this fic? ::puppy eyes:: You will get POWER if you do ... you may tell me what to write in one of the next chapters!
Chapter 12
A few days after Pippin had decided that he had to be strong Merry woke up. He found that Pippin was sleeping at his side. Merry was confused. Why was Pippin there? What was going on? He turned over carefully and watched his younger cousin in his sleep. He definitely looked better than when he had still lived at home, but something seemed to bother Pippin; his fingers were tightly curled around the blanket and he kept murmuring things that Merry didn't understand.
"Pip," Merry whispered. "Pip?"
Merry should never forget Pippin's reaction: all of a sudden the young hobbit jumped up and shook his tiny fist in front of Merry's eyes.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You ...? Not dad ... and you're ... you're awake!"
Pippin threw himself into his best friend's arms and hugged him as tight as he possibly could, squeezing all air out of Merry's lungs.
"Merry! You LIVE!"
"Well, yes, but I might stop doing so if you don't let go of me."
Immediately Pippin drew his arms back, staring at his cousin with huge, tear-filled eyes.
"I thought I had lost you," he whispered. "Everyone said I would and I was the only one who still believed in you."
Merry shook his head slowly to get it clear. "What was wrong with me? I can't remember ... it's all ... gone."
Pippin told his friend about everything, how he had watched over him, how everyone had tried to make Pippin let go. At some points of the story Merry seriously gulped. His life had hung by a thread and it was only Pippin who had kept him alive.
After everything had been talked over Pippin decided to fetch Merry's parents. They were so happy to see their only child awake and well that they did exactly the same thing that Pippin had done, but Merry didn't mind. In fact he was thinking about something.
Not everything that had happened during his coma was gone. There were the dreams. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but he remembered pieces of them ... like splinters of glass they would cut their way into his thoughts and plague him.
On the one hand he **wanted** to know about them, he needed to, but on the other hand he was afraid of them.
A few days later he was sitting under a tree while Pippin was collecting mushrooms.
"Pip?"
"Mmm?" The younger hobbit had just found a particularly yummy mushroom.
"Can you remember anything from back when we were younger? From when we were first allowed to visit each other on our own."
Pippin thought for a moment, then shrugged. "We did what we still do today, I guess."
"Mmm ... yes, I guess so."
Pippin tilted his head to the side. "Dearest cousin, what's bothering you? Don't say you're fine. You're not."
"The dreams ... there have been so many of them and now ... I can't remember any of them."
"Dreams will always be just that: dreams. They're never going to be true," Pippin stated firmly and kept collecting the ingredients for his favourite dish: Mushroom omelette with onion pie.
Merry wondered when his cousin had become so hard or if he had always been.
A/N: SEE?! I didn't kill Merry!