Ya know what I just updated chapter 4 about maybe 15 minutes ago, and I'm
already working on chapter 5. This shows you I really like this story or I
just have nothing better to do. It's a lil of both really. But I'm listenin
to my radio pen and I'm ready to type. YAY!
Disclaimer: Ya know what. Why don't I let you believe that I own LOTR? I wouldn't mind. Of course whoever really does would so I'll just tell you that I do not own LOTR. So sorry to disappoint you. I don't own the song, More Than Life Itself, Kelly Osbourne does. Here's the next friggin chapter!
Chapter 5: More Than Life Itself.
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Merry walked into the Green Dragon with a huge smile on his face. He walked to the table where Sam, Frodo, and Pippin were sitting at and sat down and just beamed. The others looked at him like he was a madman.
"Merry, what have you been drinking?" Sam asked suspiciously. Merry just beamed at them.
"I think he's been smoking something," Pippin said astonished.
"I think he's been up to something," put in Frodo. Merry smiled at them and got up and walked over to where Aron Fulkermer was loudly going on and such drunkenly.
"And she's so naïve," he slurred and spat.
"You must be Aron Fulkermer," Merry said coming up to him.
"That I am, what's it to you Brandybuck?" he asked spitting all over the place.
"I just thought I'd let you know that Darla Duklemyer is the most beautiful woman in the world and that you missed out on a lot when you let her go. You have no idea what you've lost."
"And what has brought you to this deduction, lover-boy?" he laughed.
"I have just spent the entire day with her and I have decided to give her what she's always wanted," Merry answered.
"Yeah, a life!" Aron laughed.
"Exactly," Merry said and punched him in the face.
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Darla gingerly placed the hat on her bureau. She didn't bother to let it dry, she wanted it just way it was. Sopping wet and smelling of the lake. It smelled terrible, but she loved it. She went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Her father was sitting at the table already.
"Hello father," she said.
"Darla come here, I must speak to you," he said soberly.
"We can talk while I make dinner, I'm sure you're hungry," she said moving about the kitchen.
"No, we need to talk, now," he demanded
"What's wrong father?" Darla was worried; her father had never sat down and talked with her like this.
"The doctor came by today, to check on your mother's condition," he began, Darla was already scared, "He checked her out and said that she. she's- I don't know how to tell you this."
"Father?" she said quietly, "Is she dying?" He broke down; she had never seen her father cry before.
"He said she has about a month a the most," he sobbed. Darla felt her eyes fill with tears.
"This can't be happening," she whispered.
"I never thought that I would have to bury my wife, I love her so much, I can't stand it." He held his head in his hands.
"Does she know?"
"No, I haven't told her yet, but I think she feels it."
"I think I should be the one to tell her, dad." Darla looked at him her eyes were dry now.
"I can't ask you to do that,"
"You didn't, I offered. I'm going to go speak with her now."
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"Merry!" Pippin yelled.
"Yes Pip?" he asked coming back to the table still happy as a clam.
"You just punched someone!" he shouted.
"Yes, yes I did," he smiled.
"What were you doing today?" asked Frodo as Merry sat down.
"I went on an adventure," he replied smiling.
"Merry, what did you do?" Sam demanded.
"If you must know, I fell in love," he answered taking a sip of his ale.
"I don't think being in love means you can punch people!" Frodo replied.
"Who is she?" Sam asked eagerly.
"Wouldn't you like to know my good man?" he smiled even broader; it was interesting hiding this from his friends.
"Merry, where's your hat?" Pippin asked. Merry's eyes got wide. He just realized that Darla has his hat. He smiled even broader.
"That little sneak, taking advantage of me and stealing my hat," he murmured to himself.
"It's not like you to not tell us all about your latest fling," Frodo remarked.
"SHE ISN'T A FLING!" he shouted. The 3 were taken aback by his sudden outburst.
"Sorry, it's just you have a lot of women," Frodo apologized.
"He's right, there's been a lot of girls, just none that you haven't told us all about," Sam agreed.
"If you haven't noticed maybe the fact that I haven't told you about her is that I'm serious about her!" Merry replied.
"You really are serious!" Pippin realized, "Wow, she must be some gal. What'd she do to ya, pal?"
"She stole my heart and my hat," he answered looking off into nowhere.
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"Mommy?" Darla asked coming into the dark room.
"Darla-Darlin'!" She replied sitting up. Fawn Duklemyer was a skinny woman. She had once been a strong stout woman, but the sickness was eating away at her. Her hair had all fallen out and there were dark circles under her violet eyes. Even through the pain she must have felt in her very core, she smiled, "Come sit here and tell me about your day. I want to hear every last detail.
Darla sat on the bed next to her mother and told her about the whole day. Every last detail, even her taking Merry's hat at the end.
"It sounds like you had a perfect day!" her mother beamed.
"Yes, mom, but I heard the doctor came today," she whispered.
"Yes, sweetie, and I already know that I'm dying," she cooed.
"Mom, what are we going to do without you?" she sobbed leaning onto her mother's shoulder.
"You are going to go out and have an adventure!" she answered smiling down at her child.
"But mom, what if you- you," she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"If I die and you aren't here, then the only thing is that I will watch you have an amazing adventure from heaven."
"I don't want to come back and find you not here!"
Fawn stroked her daughter's hair. "You have a life ahead of you now! There is a world out there waiting for you. You weren't meant to hang around in this old house all your life and care for your father and me. You were meant to fall in love and travel the world. You are more than this little house can contain. I know that you'll be happy no matter where you are, but I also know that you'll be happiest away from this place."
"Mom, I don't want to leave you."
"Nor do I, nor do I, but we all must leave. Life is one big cycle of comings and goings. It's my time to get going, and you are just coming into your skin. Now, you go fix us some supper. I'm a going to get out of this bed and I am going to eat at the table with you and your father."
Darla nodded and went off to start dinner.
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"Well, since Merry doesn't feel like sharing his grand experience," Frodo said, "I believe I shall tell you about an interesting experience I had last night."
"I heard you get up, Mr. Frodo. What happened?" asked Sam.
"Well, I was standing outside looking up at the stars when someone runs down the road and stops. This creature stands there for a moment and then it falls back onto it's back. I went to see if it was alright, and whom do you think I see? It was Darla Duklemyer, we met her yesterday, remember?" The other's nodded; Merry's eyes grew wide.
"She was trying to run away from home, her and her father had been fighting and she was fed up. We didn't talk much, but I walked her home. It was odd, after I was with her I felt very cold and lonely. It was very strange."
"That's odd, Darla seemed like a nice girl when we met her. Ya know I hear her mother is quiet ill." Pippin remarked.
"Yes, she told me. Her mother is an invalid. That's all she told me though. She didn't speak much." Frodo explained.
"She's a good gal, Rosie's known her all her life, the poor little creature's had to take care of her mother since she was but a tween." Sam put in.
"That's so terrible!" Pippin exclaimed.
"She's never had a childhood," Merry added looking into his mug.
"How do you know that?" Sam asked.
"I guess I should explain now," Merry decided. He began telling them about his 'Perfect Day'
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"Darla you are such a good cook, how did you ever learn all this?" Fawn asked.
"I really just taught myself," she whispered. Her eyes were heavy. She had that drowsy feeling you get after you've had a good long cry. She had cried the entire time she was making dinner.
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Did you know that I get lonely, at the thought of you not being there? Can you see that you're the only, one who never disappears? And when I fear you're there to comfort, the one who steers me to the light. No one loves me like you do. Unconditional and true, you're the shoulder that I've always known, and the hand that says I'm not alone, more than myself, I love you more than life its self. -More Than Life Itself- Kelly Osbourne
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"Fawn?" her father began, "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm feeling just fine, honey. It's been at least 10 years since I've sat at this table. I remember the last time I did like it was yesterday," she smiled, "Darla was dancing around the table singing some old song, and you were in the other room smoking. I was sititng here drinking a cup of tea. I had a headache and I remember that the day before Darla and I had fought because she wanted to cut all her hair off."
Darla laughed. She remembered that day. It was a week after her birthday when she became a tween. She had never cut her hair and she wanted to chop it all off and be a boy. She threw a fit when her mother had said no, and that she would thank her for it later in life. She had told her mother she hated her. Darla started crying.
"Darla-darlin' don't cry sweetie!" Fawn soothed patting her back.
"I love you mom!" she sobbed. Her father turned his head away to hide his own tears. Fawn just smiled.
"I love you too, my sweet little deer, I love both of you," she glanced up at her husband, "I don't want you to be so sad. Just think. Up in heaven there is no pain, no sickness, and no hurt. I will finally be well."
"Fawn, you are so strong, I remember why I married you in the first place," Mr. Duklemyer smiled through his tears. She placed her hand on top of his and looked at her husband with love.
"Excuse me," Darla said and got up and rushed out of the kitchen into her own room. She threw herself onto her bed and bawled. She didn't think she had ever cried so hard in her life. All the emotions she'd felt over the past 10 years came rushing out in a torrent. All the love she had for her father, all the pain she felt for her mother, all the torment she had gotten from Aron. Every emotion flooded onto the pillow she had buried her face into. She didn't know how long she'd cried, but after some time it slowed down to a trickle and then all together stopped.
She sat up and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She got up off the bed and walked to her bureau. She picked up Merry's hat and placed it on her head. She looked into her mirror and sighed. Then, as if by some chance Merry had been standing there trying to cheer her up, she smiled and laughed.
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"I practically skipped all the way here!" Merry beamed.
"So, it begins," Sam teased, "Merry has found the woman of his dreams!"
"I'm gonna marry her!" Merry answered defiantly.
"I'm just glad you're happy," Frodo smiled. He was glad his friend was so happy. If anyone needed to fall in love it was Merry. He had been through a lot, just as Frodo had. He had helped to bring down the witch king. He was a brave guy! Frodo knew his friend had also been scarred from his own events, but to see him this happy made him feel a little hope for himself.
"I'm just glad that we finally know what was going on," Pippin added.
"Yes, our Merry is a changed man!" Sam beamed. Merry just smiled and took a swig of his ale. He couldn't wait until daybreak.
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Wow, that went relatively fast. Weird. It is now 2: 35, not that you care, but ya know that was just fun. I wanna write more but I don't think I'll have any more time to start on 6. Oh well, hope you like. Review!!!-DB:D
Disclaimer: Ya know what. Why don't I let you believe that I own LOTR? I wouldn't mind. Of course whoever really does would so I'll just tell you that I do not own LOTR. So sorry to disappoint you. I don't own the song, More Than Life Itself, Kelly Osbourne does. Here's the next friggin chapter!
Chapter 5: More Than Life Itself.
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Merry walked into the Green Dragon with a huge smile on his face. He walked to the table where Sam, Frodo, and Pippin were sitting at and sat down and just beamed. The others looked at him like he was a madman.
"Merry, what have you been drinking?" Sam asked suspiciously. Merry just beamed at them.
"I think he's been smoking something," Pippin said astonished.
"I think he's been up to something," put in Frodo. Merry smiled at them and got up and walked over to where Aron Fulkermer was loudly going on and such drunkenly.
"And she's so naïve," he slurred and spat.
"You must be Aron Fulkermer," Merry said coming up to him.
"That I am, what's it to you Brandybuck?" he asked spitting all over the place.
"I just thought I'd let you know that Darla Duklemyer is the most beautiful woman in the world and that you missed out on a lot when you let her go. You have no idea what you've lost."
"And what has brought you to this deduction, lover-boy?" he laughed.
"I have just spent the entire day with her and I have decided to give her what she's always wanted," Merry answered.
"Yeah, a life!" Aron laughed.
"Exactly," Merry said and punched him in the face.
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Darla gingerly placed the hat on her bureau. She didn't bother to let it dry, she wanted it just way it was. Sopping wet and smelling of the lake. It smelled terrible, but she loved it. She went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Her father was sitting at the table already.
"Hello father," she said.
"Darla come here, I must speak to you," he said soberly.
"We can talk while I make dinner, I'm sure you're hungry," she said moving about the kitchen.
"No, we need to talk, now," he demanded
"What's wrong father?" Darla was worried; her father had never sat down and talked with her like this.
"The doctor came by today, to check on your mother's condition," he began, Darla was already scared, "He checked her out and said that she. she's- I don't know how to tell you this."
"Father?" she said quietly, "Is she dying?" He broke down; she had never seen her father cry before.
"He said she has about a month a the most," he sobbed. Darla felt her eyes fill with tears.
"This can't be happening," she whispered.
"I never thought that I would have to bury my wife, I love her so much, I can't stand it." He held his head in his hands.
"Does she know?"
"No, I haven't told her yet, but I think she feels it."
"I think I should be the one to tell her, dad." Darla looked at him her eyes were dry now.
"I can't ask you to do that,"
"You didn't, I offered. I'm going to go speak with her now."
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"Merry!" Pippin yelled.
"Yes Pip?" he asked coming back to the table still happy as a clam.
"You just punched someone!" he shouted.
"Yes, yes I did," he smiled.
"What were you doing today?" asked Frodo as Merry sat down.
"I went on an adventure," he replied smiling.
"Merry, what did you do?" Sam demanded.
"If you must know, I fell in love," he answered taking a sip of his ale.
"I don't think being in love means you can punch people!" Frodo replied.
"Who is she?" Sam asked eagerly.
"Wouldn't you like to know my good man?" he smiled even broader; it was interesting hiding this from his friends.
"Merry, where's your hat?" Pippin asked. Merry's eyes got wide. He just realized that Darla has his hat. He smiled even broader.
"That little sneak, taking advantage of me and stealing my hat," he murmured to himself.
"It's not like you to not tell us all about your latest fling," Frodo remarked.
"SHE ISN'T A FLING!" he shouted. The 3 were taken aback by his sudden outburst.
"Sorry, it's just you have a lot of women," Frodo apologized.
"He's right, there's been a lot of girls, just none that you haven't told us all about," Sam agreed.
"If you haven't noticed maybe the fact that I haven't told you about her is that I'm serious about her!" Merry replied.
"You really are serious!" Pippin realized, "Wow, she must be some gal. What'd she do to ya, pal?"
"She stole my heart and my hat," he answered looking off into nowhere.
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"Mommy?" Darla asked coming into the dark room.
"Darla-Darlin'!" She replied sitting up. Fawn Duklemyer was a skinny woman. She had once been a strong stout woman, but the sickness was eating away at her. Her hair had all fallen out and there were dark circles under her violet eyes. Even through the pain she must have felt in her very core, she smiled, "Come sit here and tell me about your day. I want to hear every last detail.
Darla sat on the bed next to her mother and told her about the whole day. Every last detail, even her taking Merry's hat at the end.
"It sounds like you had a perfect day!" her mother beamed.
"Yes, mom, but I heard the doctor came today," she whispered.
"Yes, sweetie, and I already know that I'm dying," she cooed.
"Mom, what are we going to do without you?" she sobbed leaning onto her mother's shoulder.
"You are going to go out and have an adventure!" she answered smiling down at her child.
"But mom, what if you- you," she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"If I die and you aren't here, then the only thing is that I will watch you have an amazing adventure from heaven."
"I don't want to come back and find you not here!"
Fawn stroked her daughter's hair. "You have a life ahead of you now! There is a world out there waiting for you. You weren't meant to hang around in this old house all your life and care for your father and me. You were meant to fall in love and travel the world. You are more than this little house can contain. I know that you'll be happy no matter where you are, but I also know that you'll be happiest away from this place."
"Mom, I don't want to leave you."
"Nor do I, nor do I, but we all must leave. Life is one big cycle of comings and goings. It's my time to get going, and you are just coming into your skin. Now, you go fix us some supper. I'm a going to get out of this bed and I am going to eat at the table with you and your father."
Darla nodded and went off to start dinner.
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"Well, since Merry doesn't feel like sharing his grand experience," Frodo said, "I believe I shall tell you about an interesting experience I had last night."
"I heard you get up, Mr. Frodo. What happened?" asked Sam.
"Well, I was standing outside looking up at the stars when someone runs down the road and stops. This creature stands there for a moment and then it falls back onto it's back. I went to see if it was alright, and whom do you think I see? It was Darla Duklemyer, we met her yesterday, remember?" The other's nodded; Merry's eyes grew wide.
"She was trying to run away from home, her and her father had been fighting and she was fed up. We didn't talk much, but I walked her home. It was odd, after I was with her I felt very cold and lonely. It was very strange."
"That's odd, Darla seemed like a nice girl when we met her. Ya know I hear her mother is quiet ill." Pippin remarked.
"Yes, she told me. Her mother is an invalid. That's all she told me though. She didn't speak much." Frodo explained.
"She's a good gal, Rosie's known her all her life, the poor little creature's had to take care of her mother since she was but a tween." Sam put in.
"That's so terrible!" Pippin exclaimed.
"She's never had a childhood," Merry added looking into his mug.
"How do you know that?" Sam asked.
"I guess I should explain now," Merry decided. He began telling them about his 'Perfect Day'
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"Darla you are such a good cook, how did you ever learn all this?" Fawn asked.
"I really just taught myself," she whispered. Her eyes were heavy. She had that drowsy feeling you get after you've had a good long cry. She had cried the entire time she was making dinner.
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Did you know that I get lonely, at the thought of you not being there? Can you see that you're the only, one who never disappears? And when I fear you're there to comfort, the one who steers me to the light. No one loves me like you do. Unconditional and true, you're the shoulder that I've always known, and the hand that says I'm not alone, more than myself, I love you more than life its self. -More Than Life Itself- Kelly Osbourne
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"Fawn?" her father began, "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm feeling just fine, honey. It's been at least 10 years since I've sat at this table. I remember the last time I did like it was yesterday," she smiled, "Darla was dancing around the table singing some old song, and you were in the other room smoking. I was sititng here drinking a cup of tea. I had a headache and I remember that the day before Darla and I had fought because she wanted to cut all her hair off."
Darla laughed. She remembered that day. It was a week after her birthday when she became a tween. She had never cut her hair and she wanted to chop it all off and be a boy. She threw a fit when her mother had said no, and that she would thank her for it later in life. She had told her mother she hated her. Darla started crying.
"Darla-darlin' don't cry sweetie!" Fawn soothed patting her back.
"I love you mom!" she sobbed. Her father turned his head away to hide his own tears. Fawn just smiled.
"I love you too, my sweet little deer, I love both of you," she glanced up at her husband, "I don't want you to be so sad. Just think. Up in heaven there is no pain, no sickness, and no hurt. I will finally be well."
"Fawn, you are so strong, I remember why I married you in the first place," Mr. Duklemyer smiled through his tears. She placed her hand on top of his and looked at her husband with love.
"Excuse me," Darla said and got up and rushed out of the kitchen into her own room. She threw herself onto her bed and bawled. She didn't think she had ever cried so hard in her life. All the emotions she'd felt over the past 10 years came rushing out in a torrent. All the love she had for her father, all the pain she felt for her mother, all the torment she had gotten from Aron. Every emotion flooded onto the pillow she had buried her face into. She didn't know how long she'd cried, but after some time it slowed down to a trickle and then all together stopped.
She sat up and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She got up off the bed and walked to her bureau. She picked up Merry's hat and placed it on her head. She looked into her mirror and sighed. Then, as if by some chance Merry had been standing there trying to cheer her up, she smiled and laughed.
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"I practically skipped all the way here!" Merry beamed.
"So, it begins," Sam teased, "Merry has found the woman of his dreams!"
"I'm gonna marry her!" Merry answered defiantly.
"I'm just glad you're happy," Frodo smiled. He was glad his friend was so happy. If anyone needed to fall in love it was Merry. He had been through a lot, just as Frodo had. He had helped to bring down the witch king. He was a brave guy! Frodo knew his friend had also been scarred from his own events, but to see him this happy made him feel a little hope for himself.
"I'm just glad that we finally know what was going on," Pippin added.
"Yes, our Merry is a changed man!" Sam beamed. Merry just smiled and took a swig of his ale. He couldn't wait until daybreak.
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Wow, that went relatively fast. Weird. It is now 2: 35, not that you care, but ya know that was just fun. I wanna write more but I don't think I'll have any more time to start on 6. Oh well, hope you like. Review!!!-DB:D