A/N: Well I decided to add another chapter, just because I had some ideas.
This one is going to be a bit cuter. I hope. Anyway enjoy my fellow
hobbits.
Mr. Frodo
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"Este vana laurië er," whispered a soft voice in Merry's ear. "Huh?" he moaned trying to open his eyes, but the sunlight was too bright. "I said, Este vana laurië er," said Pippin moving into the sun's blinding light giggling.
"Yes, I know Pip I heard you perfectly fine. But what does it mean this Este whatever?" Merry groaned, now able to open his eyes thanks to the shade Pippin had provided.
"Oh it means 'Rest beautiful golden one,' an elf taught it to me." Merry's cousin beamed with pride.
"Really," Merry said wiping the last bit of sleep from his face, "I thought you said that the elves were terribly boring."
"Oh they are," Pippin stated in a matter of fact tone, "I just wanted to learn some of their language because it is quite lovely. So I decided if I were to be learning somethin' I might as well learn somethin' good."
"And you chose to learn how to woo me, even though I am already yours? Why couldn't you of gotten me something useful like breakfast?" Merry joked, grabbing his trousers that lay at the end of the bed.
"Hey, I put a lot of work into learnin' that. Elves aren't the most patient of teachers, either," Pippin threw Merry's shirt over the owner's head. Merry pulled it on over his bare chest and buttoned it up.
"Well you are a bad listener Pip. I'm actually surprised you learned at all," Merry dropped the laughing manner for a second, "But thanks, it was very beautiful." He leaned forward and kissed Pippin on the cheek. The young hobbit glowed, as Merry pulled away.
"Good to see it was worth the trouble of listening to an elf go on and on about the importance of language. Now let's get something to eat, all this learning has made me hungry."
As they stepped down the small ladder on the side of their bed, Merry took a good look around the room. All of a sudden he burst out laughing, falling to the floor. Pippin stared at Merry like he was crazy.
"What's so funny?" he asked, wanting in on the joke.
Merry breathed in hard, trying to keep himself from laughing. "Didn't you notice Pip we're in the wrong room. We must've had more to drink then I thought. This is Frodo and Sam's room." He broke into fits of giggles, like someone was tickling his sides.
"Umm," Pippin didn't get it, "What is so funny 'bout that?"
Merry got back to his feet and clapped Pippin on the shoulder. "I don't know. It just was." He walked toward the door only stopping to look back at his cousin. "You comin' Pip or are we going to have to eat all the food ourselves."
"I'm coming, its just that at the moment you are blocking the door," Pippin pushed past Merry and walked out into the long open hall. A warm breeze rolled down it, carrying the smell of fall in its invisible grasp. Both hobbits took a whiff of it and looked at each other.
"Smells like the Shire when the crops are just becoming ripe," sighed Pippin, taking in another deep breath.
"It sure does. I would give anything to have a basket of Farmer Maggot's fresh vegetables, especially his mushrooms," a dreamy look glazed over Merry's eyes.
"Snap out of it Merry," Pippin waved his hand in front of his cousin. Merry looked startled.
"Oh sorry, I just couldn't help but imagine the taste of those fresh, meaty, mushrooms."
Pippin's stomach growled. "Merry I am really hungry now," the young hobbit groaned.
"Well then you need to stop dawdling around Pip, come on I think I hear Frodo in the arbour."
Together they walked towards their cousin's voice; it was now laughing happily. "And we walked into our room and found Merry and Pippin asleep in our bed. I hadn't the heart to wake them so Sam and I slept in their bedroom for the night."
"It wasn't near as comfortable though," added Sam, "Mr. Frodo was tossing and turning in his sleep for a good part of the night."
Merry and Pippin walked into the tree shaded arbour looking rather embarrassed now. Frodo turned in his seat and gave them a wide grin.
"Looks like you two had too much of the elves wine last night," his deep blue eyes laughed merrily.
"Too much drink, ha. You can never have too much too drink. We were fully aware that we were sleeping in the wrong bed. Right Pip?"
"Right, it looks like the joke is on you guys now," Pippin pointed at Frodo and Sam.
"Well whatever happened it was quite funny," Frodo held out a fruit bowl to them, "But right now I think you two should eat. I heard Pippin's stomach growling before you guys were even close to showing up."
Pippin quickly grabbed an apple, biting into its juicy, white insides. He moaned, taking another bite. Merry took an apple too and Frodo lowered the bowl back onto the table. For a few minutes all four hobbits sat there and savoured every bit of food they consumed. When Merry was finished he rubbed his full tummy and said that he was going to go explore Rivendell.
"Well come on Pip we have a lot to explore."
"Stay out of trouble you two, the elves like their peace and quiet. Remember we are their guests," said Frodo, betraying how old he really was.
"Thank you dad," Pippin said going to Merry's side, "We'll be good little hobbit children won't we Merry?"
"Of course, we are always good," Merry poked Pippin in the ribs softly. His cousin jumped and began to heartily laugh. Frodo rolled his eyes and looked back down at the book he had just opened. Merry and Pippin ran off into a small forest with a stream running through it. Around them golden leaves fell to the ground. Between the trees the two hobbits saw lone elves just wandering in a dream like state.
"Where should we explore first?" asked Merry wrapping his arm around Pippin's waist.
"I don't know, how 'bout we just look around where ever we are," Pippin rested his head on Merry's shoulder.
"Sounds good to me."
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A/N: Aah fluff. It is so fun to write things that don't really have a plot. Though my stories with plots are a bit better written then this one. Well the next chapter is where Merry and Pippin explore Rivendell and meet Boromir. Bye till then.
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"Este vana laurië er," whispered a soft voice in Merry's ear. "Huh?" he moaned trying to open his eyes, but the sunlight was too bright. "I said, Este vana laurië er," said Pippin moving into the sun's blinding light giggling.
"Yes, I know Pip I heard you perfectly fine. But what does it mean this Este whatever?" Merry groaned, now able to open his eyes thanks to the shade Pippin had provided.
"Oh it means 'Rest beautiful golden one,' an elf taught it to me." Merry's cousin beamed with pride.
"Really," Merry said wiping the last bit of sleep from his face, "I thought you said that the elves were terribly boring."
"Oh they are," Pippin stated in a matter of fact tone, "I just wanted to learn some of their language because it is quite lovely. So I decided if I were to be learning somethin' I might as well learn somethin' good."
"And you chose to learn how to woo me, even though I am already yours? Why couldn't you of gotten me something useful like breakfast?" Merry joked, grabbing his trousers that lay at the end of the bed.
"Hey, I put a lot of work into learnin' that. Elves aren't the most patient of teachers, either," Pippin threw Merry's shirt over the owner's head. Merry pulled it on over his bare chest and buttoned it up.
"Well you are a bad listener Pip. I'm actually surprised you learned at all," Merry dropped the laughing manner for a second, "But thanks, it was very beautiful." He leaned forward and kissed Pippin on the cheek. The young hobbit glowed, as Merry pulled away.
"Good to see it was worth the trouble of listening to an elf go on and on about the importance of language. Now let's get something to eat, all this learning has made me hungry."
As they stepped down the small ladder on the side of their bed, Merry took a good look around the room. All of a sudden he burst out laughing, falling to the floor. Pippin stared at Merry like he was crazy.
"What's so funny?" he asked, wanting in on the joke.
Merry breathed in hard, trying to keep himself from laughing. "Didn't you notice Pip we're in the wrong room. We must've had more to drink then I thought. This is Frodo and Sam's room." He broke into fits of giggles, like someone was tickling his sides.
"Umm," Pippin didn't get it, "What is so funny 'bout that?"
Merry got back to his feet and clapped Pippin on the shoulder. "I don't know. It just was." He walked toward the door only stopping to look back at his cousin. "You comin' Pip or are we going to have to eat all the food ourselves."
"I'm coming, its just that at the moment you are blocking the door," Pippin pushed past Merry and walked out into the long open hall. A warm breeze rolled down it, carrying the smell of fall in its invisible grasp. Both hobbits took a whiff of it and looked at each other.
"Smells like the Shire when the crops are just becoming ripe," sighed Pippin, taking in another deep breath.
"It sure does. I would give anything to have a basket of Farmer Maggot's fresh vegetables, especially his mushrooms," a dreamy look glazed over Merry's eyes.
"Snap out of it Merry," Pippin waved his hand in front of his cousin. Merry looked startled.
"Oh sorry, I just couldn't help but imagine the taste of those fresh, meaty, mushrooms."
Pippin's stomach growled. "Merry I am really hungry now," the young hobbit groaned.
"Well then you need to stop dawdling around Pip, come on I think I hear Frodo in the arbour."
Together they walked towards their cousin's voice; it was now laughing happily. "And we walked into our room and found Merry and Pippin asleep in our bed. I hadn't the heart to wake them so Sam and I slept in their bedroom for the night."
"It wasn't near as comfortable though," added Sam, "Mr. Frodo was tossing and turning in his sleep for a good part of the night."
Merry and Pippin walked into the tree shaded arbour looking rather embarrassed now. Frodo turned in his seat and gave them a wide grin.
"Looks like you two had too much of the elves wine last night," his deep blue eyes laughed merrily.
"Too much drink, ha. You can never have too much too drink. We were fully aware that we were sleeping in the wrong bed. Right Pip?"
"Right, it looks like the joke is on you guys now," Pippin pointed at Frodo and Sam.
"Well whatever happened it was quite funny," Frodo held out a fruit bowl to them, "But right now I think you two should eat. I heard Pippin's stomach growling before you guys were even close to showing up."
Pippin quickly grabbed an apple, biting into its juicy, white insides. He moaned, taking another bite. Merry took an apple too and Frodo lowered the bowl back onto the table. For a few minutes all four hobbits sat there and savoured every bit of food they consumed. When Merry was finished he rubbed his full tummy and said that he was going to go explore Rivendell.
"Well come on Pip we have a lot to explore."
"Stay out of trouble you two, the elves like their peace and quiet. Remember we are their guests," said Frodo, betraying how old he really was.
"Thank you dad," Pippin said going to Merry's side, "We'll be good little hobbit children won't we Merry?"
"Of course, we are always good," Merry poked Pippin in the ribs softly. His cousin jumped and began to heartily laugh. Frodo rolled his eyes and looked back down at the book he had just opened. Merry and Pippin ran off into a small forest with a stream running through it. Around them golden leaves fell to the ground. Between the trees the two hobbits saw lone elves just wandering in a dream like state.
"Where should we explore first?" asked Merry wrapping his arm around Pippin's waist.
"I don't know, how 'bout we just look around where ever we are," Pippin rested his head on Merry's shoulder.
"Sounds good to me."
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A/N: Aah fluff. It is so fun to write things that don't really have a plot. Though my stories with plots are a bit better written then this one. Well the next chapter is where Merry and Pippin explore Rivendell and meet Boromir. Bye till then.