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Note: In this chapter the little dashes do not mean a change of scene. This time they mean a change in point of view. Sorry for any inconvenience!
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Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, bladdy bladdy blah! I also don't own any songs used in this or any fics unless specified otherwise. Yeah. okay I do however own Darla Dunklemyer, so there! Oh and Panda I'm sorry I portrayed Pippin as a crazy drunk, but somebody had to do it and come on, it was cool!
Chapter 3: Perfect Day (Part I)
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Darla was in the kitchen cleaning the breakfast dishes when a knock came at the door.
"If they're selling anything we aren't interested!" bellowed her father as she walked past the front room to the door.
"I know, I know," she muttered and swung open the door. There stood Meriadoc Brandybuck with his back to the door looking at the sky.
"Am I supposed to talk to you or your arse?" Darla asked getting the hobbit's attention. He smiled.
"What's the difference?" he answered. She laughed loudly.
"We don't want to buy it, whatever it is!" shouted her father from the front room.
"OH, but I'm selling personalities and your daughter could really use one!" he called into the house glancing at the still giggling woman at the door.
"Please come in Merry," she managed between gasps of laughter.
"Who is this character, and why are you letting him in my house?" he father screeched. The two younger hobbits came into the front room to see Mr. Duklemyer with is feet up and pipe lit.
"Because he's a good man father," she smiled, "This is Meriadoc Brandybuck, I mentioned him yesterday."
"Merry for short Sir!" he added bowing and taking off his hat.
"Whatever your name is, why are you here and what is wrong with my daughter's personality?" the elder man demanded.
"I just came to see your lovely daughter, and her personality is lacking a little adventure," Merry answered calmly. Darla was very amused to see someone take her father so lightly. It was very exciting.
"Oh No! I know what you've been up to. You went off and 'saved the world.' You are not going to whisk my daughter away right out from under me! She has responsibilities, she can't be off, 'traveling."
"I wasn't going to take her traveling, I was going to take her to the lake on the other side of the hill." This was new. No man had ever come and asked her father's permission to whisk her away. Wait did her call her lovely just a moment ago?
"Well you can't just barge in here and-" he stopped short, "Oh! Just over the hill then? Well, I see no harm in that. Just be sure to have her back in time to fix dinner. We're lost without her." Darla was dumbstruck. Did her father just let her got out with Merry? They had just fought about something like this last night. Was her father sick?
"You have my word, my good man!" Merry said bowing once again and turned to Darla, "You should go get ready. I have a lovely picnic set up for us."
"Oh my! I must hurry then!" she smiled and went off to change. Darla was ecstatic. She had never been on a picnic before! Merry was a very handsome fellow too. Not as handsome as Frodo, but very handsome nonetheless.
She was ready about 5 minutes later but stopped by in her mother's room.
"Mom?" she asked quietly sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hmm?" came a reply from under the mound of quilts.
"I'm going off with Merry on a picnic, father's going to handle your lunch and your medicine today."
"Oh, that's wonderful honey. You really need to get out more, have a lovely day."
"Thank you mom!" And she went off and out the door with Merry by her side.
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Merry smiled. He had hit it off smashingly with Darla's father. He was sitting in the front of the cart and driving Darla and the picnic basket and blankets over the hill. He couldn't have been happier. He looked back at Darla who had her eyes closed and was smiling very contently.
"So, you don't get out much do you?" he asked. She shook her head in reply and opened her eyes. He looked into her deep violet eyes. He hadn't noticed those yesterday. She looked at him puzzled and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you looking at?" she asked. He glanced back at the road then back to his cargo.
"Your eyes! They're beautiful!" she blushed and thanked him quietly. He guessed her parents didn't talk about her looks very often. Actually, he didn't even know if she had a mother. His mother had passed on about a year ago, just a few months after he got back from his adventure. He wondered if her mother was also a thing of the past.
"It's sooo lovely out today!" she gushed pulling her hair out of the bun she had put it in to wash dishes what seemed like hours ago. Her long raven hair fell onto the cart around her.
"Yes, it's the perfect day for a picnic,"
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I was faded last night lost out in the cold, couldn't see the light, then she opened up the door, came in from the dark fell into her arms, just in time. Now I know that I, have left the past behind, won't let it go. You could tell me tonight, that maybe the world would end. That the sun wouldn't rise, and it was gonna rain again. Just as long as she's in my arms, it's gonna be a perfect day!-Perfect Day- Clay Aiken
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Merry found a spot close to the water. The lake was a shimmery blue in the radiant sunlight. It was a dazzling sight. The view was a very romantic and inspiring one.
"This is something from a fairy tale!" she gushed running to the edge of the lake and looking out over the water. Merry tied the pony to a tree by the waters edge and unhooked it from the cart.
"I know about fairy tales! I lived one for a year!" he said matter of factly.
"It must have been fantastic, though! I would love to go off and have an adventure of that sort. Meet walking trees, elves, dwarves, and save the world. It all seems unreal! Just like this day."
"Your day has barely begun," Merry said smiling mischievously.
"Mr. Brandybuck, you know better than to hide things from a woman, she'll find out sooner or later," Darla said putting her hands on her hips.
"Yes, you'll find out," he teased, "When I tell you!" he smiled and ran off down the edge of the lake, "Come on follow me! I'll show you an adventure!" She laughed and followed pulling up her skirt as she ran.
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Merry led her to a small dock that had a boat attached to it. She had never been in a boat before and he helped her in. She stood awkwardly trying to find a place to sit down without capsizing the poor little craft. Merry got in a bit more gracefully; having grown up on the banks of the Brandywine he knew boats and water. Darla felt a little intimidated by the size of the lake, but she trusted Merry, he was a good man.
"So, where are you taking me Meriadoc?" she asked smiling
"On an adventure," he replied rowing the small boat across the lake.
"Yes, but what kind of adventure?" she asked excitedly grasping the edges of the boat.
"If I were to tell you it would ruin the surprise," he chided, "You don't want to ruin the surprise, now, do you?"
"Yes!" she replied laughing. She felt like a giddy little tween with strange rushing emotions. She didn't think she'd ever felt this, ALIVE! "Mother will just die when I tell her about this!" she gushed looking off across the lake smiling.
"I didn't see your mother, was she out?" Merry asked squinting across at her in the bright sun.
"No." she trailed off sadly, "My mother was home, and she was in bed. She's always in bed. I can hardly remember the days before she got ill."
"She's ill? Is it serious?" Merry looked at her with concern.
"She's been ill since I was a tween. I've had to take care of her ever since. I guess that's why all this seems so amazing," she shrugged, "My father just acts like an invalid. He's gotten too used to me taking care of everything. He doesn't wanna let me go."
"Would you want to be let go?"
"Sometimes. And other times I know that I'll never be more than my parents caretaker."
"Now don't say that! You'll be someone's wife someday!" Merry smiled, "Why, I can see it now. A few little pups rolling on the floor arguing' like siblings do. Your husband in his chair smoking a pipe."
"And my father right next to him!" added Darla scornfully, "Mother in the back bedroom just laying there, being sick!" Darla felt her eyes fill with tears. She turned away and wiped her eyes. Merry stopped rowing.
"Hey, don't cry. It's not true. You'll have a life of your own one-day. I promise!" he consoled patting her on the back.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to make promises you can't keep?" she said looking down at the bottom of the boat.
"My mother doesn't say much these days, she passed just about a year ago," Merry said resuming rowing. Darla looked up at him.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be sitting here complaining! I feel like a stuck up priss now!" she said bucking up.
"Don't worry about it! She died happy, knowing that her Merr-bear didn't go off and die out in the world somewhere," said not making eye contact.
"Merr-Bear?" Darla asked smiling.
"Laugh all you want, I'm not ashamed. Your mother probably has a name for you," he affirmed.
"Yeah, she calls me her Darla-Darlin," she answered giggling.
"Darla-Darlin'?" he asked laughing and looking at Darla, "That's even worse than Merr-Bear!" he slapped his knee and bent over laughing.
"Well, my little Merr-Bear, laugh all you want, but this darlin' isn't as dumb as she looks."
"That's a relief!" he teased.
"AH!" she mock protested, "Well I never! What a rude young man! My father will never let you come to call on me EVER again!"
"No man can keep me away from you Darla-darlin!' Not your father, your mother, or even your older brother Sven."
"I don't have an older brother," Darla said confused.
"Exactly!" the boat came to a halt, "And we have reached our final destination. Thank you for riding Brandybuck ferry service and don't forget to tip your captain!" Darla smiled. She was glad the mood had changed to the better. She didn't like talking about her family with anyone, but for some reason it wasn't that bad with Merry.
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As he helped her off the boat he stopped her.
"Tip ma'am?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry sir, but I brought no money with me," she responded pleading him with her eyes.
"Well, I can't let you off this boat without giving me a tip!" he smiled the light dancing in his eyes.
"What do you suppose I do, captain?" she asked.
"Well, I can take only one thing other than money as a commendable replacement," he said lifting her out of the boat.
"And what would that be, my good sir?"
"A kiss from your beautiful lips."
"You drive a hard bargain, but I simply must get off this boat. You see a handsome young hobbit is supposed to take me on a grand adventure."
"Is he really?"
"Yes sir!"
"I don't think he'll mind just one small kiss," Merry said leaning in.
"No, neither do I," she answered standing on her tiptoes and kissing him.
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That was fun! It is now 1:20 in the morning! Cool! Review my friends review! I love you guys! Keep it real!- DB:D!!
Note: In this chapter the little dashes do not mean a change of scene. This time they mean a change in point of view. Sorry for any inconvenience!
Anywho here's the next Friggin chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, bladdy bladdy blah! I also don't own any songs used in this or any fics unless specified otherwise. Yeah. okay I do however own Darla Dunklemyer, so there! Oh and Panda I'm sorry I portrayed Pippin as a crazy drunk, but somebody had to do it and come on, it was cool!
Chapter 3: Perfect Day (Part I)
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Darla was in the kitchen cleaning the breakfast dishes when a knock came at the door.
"If they're selling anything we aren't interested!" bellowed her father as she walked past the front room to the door.
"I know, I know," she muttered and swung open the door. There stood Meriadoc Brandybuck with his back to the door looking at the sky.
"Am I supposed to talk to you or your arse?" Darla asked getting the hobbit's attention. He smiled.
"What's the difference?" he answered. She laughed loudly.
"We don't want to buy it, whatever it is!" shouted her father from the front room.
"OH, but I'm selling personalities and your daughter could really use one!" he called into the house glancing at the still giggling woman at the door.
"Please come in Merry," she managed between gasps of laughter.
"Who is this character, and why are you letting him in my house?" he father screeched. The two younger hobbits came into the front room to see Mr. Duklemyer with is feet up and pipe lit.
"Because he's a good man father," she smiled, "This is Meriadoc Brandybuck, I mentioned him yesterday."
"Merry for short Sir!" he added bowing and taking off his hat.
"Whatever your name is, why are you here and what is wrong with my daughter's personality?" the elder man demanded.
"I just came to see your lovely daughter, and her personality is lacking a little adventure," Merry answered calmly. Darla was very amused to see someone take her father so lightly. It was very exciting.
"Oh No! I know what you've been up to. You went off and 'saved the world.' You are not going to whisk my daughter away right out from under me! She has responsibilities, she can't be off, 'traveling."
"I wasn't going to take her traveling, I was going to take her to the lake on the other side of the hill." This was new. No man had ever come and asked her father's permission to whisk her away. Wait did her call her lovely just a moment ago?
"Well you can't just barge in here and-" he stopped short, "Oh! Just over the hill then? Well, I see no harm in that. Just be sure to have her back in time to fix dinner. We're lost without her." Darla was dumbstruck. Did her father just let her got out with Merry? They had just fought about something like this last night. Was her father sick?
"You have my word, my good man!" Merry said bowing once again and turned to Darla, "You should go get ready. I have a lovely picnic set up for us."
"Oh my! I must hurry then!" she smiled and went off to change. Darla was ecstatic. She had never been on a picnic before! Merry was a very handsome fellow too. Not as handsome as Frodo, but very handsome nonetheless.
She was ready about 5 minutes later but stopped by in her mother's room.
"Mom?" she asked quietly sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hmm?" came a reply from under the mound of quilts.
"I'm going off with Merry on a picnic, father's going to handle your lunch and your medicine today."
"Oh, that's wonderful honey. You really need to get out more, have a lovely day."
"Thank you mom!" And she went off and out the door with Merry by her side.
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Merry smiled. He had hit it off smashingly with Darla's father. He was sitting in the front of the cart and driving Darla and the picnic basket and blankets over the hill. He couldn't have been happier. He looked back at Darla who had her eyes closed and was smiling very contently.
"So, you don't get out much do you?" he asked. She shook her head in reply and opened her eyes. He looked into her deep violet eyes. He hadn't noticed those yesterday. She looked at him puzzled and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you looking at?" she asked. He glanced back at the road then back to his cargo.
"Your eyes! They're beautiful!" she blushed and thanked him quietly. He guessed her parents didn't talk about her looks very often. Actually, he didn't even know if she had a mother. His mother had passed on about a year ago, just a few months after he got back from his adventure. He wondered if her mother was also a thing of the past.
"It's sooo lovely out today!" she gushed pulling her hair out of the bun she had put it in to wash dishes what seemed like hours ago. Her long raven hair fell onto the cart around her.
"Yes, it's the perfect day for a picnic,"
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I was faded last night lost out in the cold, couldn't see the light, then she opened up the door, came in from the dark fell into her arms, just in time. Now I know that I, have left the past behind, won't let it go. You could tell me tonight, that maybe the world would end. That the sun wouldn't rise, and it was gonna rain again. Just as long as she's in my arms, it's gonna be a perfect day!-Perfect Day- Clay Aiken
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Merry found a spot close to the water. The lake was a shimmery blue in the radiant sunlight. It was a dazzling sight. The view was a very romantic and inspiring one.
"This is something from a fairy tale!" she gushed running to the edge of the lake and looking out over the water. Merry tied the pony to a tree by the waters edge and unhooked it from the cart.
"I know about fairy tales! I lived one for a year!" he said matter of factly.
"It must have been fantastic, though! I would love to go off and have an adventure of that sort. Meet walking trees, elves, dwarves, and save the world. It all seems unreal! Just like this day."
"Your day has barely begun," Merry said smiling mischievously.
"Mr. Brandybuck, you know better than to hide things from a woman, she'll find out sooner or later," Darla said putting her hands on her hips.
"Yes, you'll find out," he teased, "When I tell you!" he smiled and ran off down the edge of the lake, "Come on follow me! I'll show you an adventure!" She laughed and followed pulling up her skirt as she ran.
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Merry led her to a small dock that had a boat attached to it. She had never been in a boat before and he helped her in. She stood awkwardly trying to find a place to sit down without capsizing the poor little craft. Merry got in a bit more gracefully; having grown up on the banks of the Brandywine he knew boats and water. Darla felt a little intimidated by the size of the lake, but she trusted Merry, he was a good man.
"So, where are you taking me Meriadoc?" she asked smiling
"On an adventure," he replied rowing the small boat across the lake.
"Yes, but what kind of adventure?" she asked excitedly grasping the edges of the boat.
"If I were to tell you it would ruin the surprise," he chided, "You don't want to ruin the surprise, now, do you?"
"Yes!" she replied laughing. She felt like a giddy little tween with strange rushing emotions. She didn't think she'd ever felt this, ALIVE! "Mother will just die when I tell her about this!" she gushed looking off across the lake smiling.
"I didn't see your mother, was she out?" Merry asked squinting across at her in the bright sun.
"No." she trailed off sadly, "My mother was home, and she was in bed. She's always in bed. I can hardly remember the days before she got ill."
"She's ill? Is it serious?" Merry looked at her with concern.
"She's been ill since I was a tween. I've had to take care of her ever since. I guess that's why all this seems so amazing," she shrugged, "My father just acts like an invalid. He's gotten too used to me taking care of everything. He doesn't wanna let me go."
"Would you want to be let go?"
"Sometimes. And other times I know that I'll never be more than my parents caretaker."
"Now don't say that! You'll be someone's wife someday!" Merry smiled, "Why, I can see it now. A few little pups rolling on the floor arguing' like siblings do. Your husband in his chair smoking a pipe."
"And my father right next to him!" added Darla scornfully, "Mother in the back bedroom just laying there, being sick!" Darla felt her eyes fill with tears. She turned away and wiped her eyes. Merry stopped rowing.
"Hey, don't cry. It's not true. You'll have a life of your own one-day. I promise!" he consoled patting her on the back.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to make promises you can't keep?" she said looking down at the bottom of the boat.
"My mother doesn't say much these days, she passed just about a year ago," Merry said resuming rowing. Darla looked up at him.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be sitting here complaining! I feel like a stuck up priss now!" she said bucking up.
"Don't worry about it! She died happy, knowing that her Merr-bear didn't go off and die out in the world somewhere," said not making eye contact.
"Merr-Bear?" Darla asked smiling.
"Laugh all you want, I'm not ashamed. Your mother probably has a name for you," he affirmed.
"Yeah, she calls me her Darla-Darlin," she answered giggling.
"Darla-Darlin'?" he asked laughing and looking at Darla, "That's even worse than Merr-Bear!" he slapped his knee and bent over laughing.
"Well, my little Merr-Bear, laugh all you want, but this darlin' isn't as dumb as she looks."
"That's a relief!" he teased.
"AH!" she mock protested, "Well I never! What a rude young man! My father will never let you come to call on me EVER again!"
"No man can keep me away from you Darla-darlin!' Not your father, your mother, or even your older brother Sven."
"I don't have an older brother," Darla said confused.
"Exactly!" the boat came to a halt, "And we have reached our final destination. Thank you for riding Brandybuck ferry service and don't forget to tip your captain!" Darla smiled. She was glad the mood had changed to the better. She didn't like talking about her family with anyone, but for some reason it wasn't that bad with Merry.
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As he helped her off the boat he stopped her.
"Tip ma'am?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry sir, but I brought no money with me," she responded pleading him with her eyes.
"Well, I can't let you off this boat without giving me a tip!" he smiled the light dancing in his eyes.
"What do you suppose I do, captain?" she asked.
"Well, I can take only one thing other than money as a commendable replacement," he said lifting her out of the boat.
"And what would that be, my good sir?"
"A kiss from your beautiful lips."
"You drive a hard bargain, but I simply must get off this boat. You see a handsome young hobbit is supposed to take me on a grand adventure."
"Is he really?"
"Yes sir!"
"I don't think he'll mind just one small kiss," Merry said leaning in.
"No, neither do I," she answered standing on her tiptoes and kissing him.
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That was fun! It is now 1:20 in the morning! Cool! Review my friends review! I love you guys! Keep it real!- DB:D!!