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Chapter 10: FoRgEtTiNg
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There was a small inn at the Gray harbor that had a small pub inside. Of course the boys felt the need to go and taste their wares. Sam and Merry sat at the bar sipping their ale soberly while Pippin sat at the table with Darla, drowning mug after mug. Darla sat banging her head on the table.
"I," bang, "feel," bang, "so," bang, "stupid," bang. Pippin stopped drinking for a moment to respond.
"I know just how you feel! Everyone thinks I'm stupid! But really I'm as smart as they are, even smarter!" he slurred. Darla looked up, a large red mark on her forehead. "Where'd you get that mark on your forehead?" he asked stupidly. She returned to banging her head on the table again.
"I know just what you, need Darla," Pippin said pushing a mug of ale towards her.
"What is it?" she asked raising her head.
"A pint!"
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Merry sat next to Sam feeling lost and sad. They both had nothing to say. They both felt lost. They both weren't drunk.
"I can't believe Mr. Frodo didn't tell us, he was leaving!" Sam mused.
"It's too hard to imagine!" Merry answered.
"Life won't be the same without him," Sam sighed
"Life can never be the same, after what we've been through," Merry responded.
"Yes, you are right, Merry." He raised his glass, "To Frodo."
"To Frodo," he repeated touching mugs and drinking deeply.
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Darla sipped the ale gingerly. It tasted horrible, but she wanted to forget. She had never had ale or anything of the sort. She could get used to the taste. But she couldn't get used to way it was making her feel.
She looked around the room, she was about half way through one mug. The figures around her were becoming cloudy. She took a large swig. They now looked as if they were blurring together. One more swig. She looked at Pippin who was smiling at her stupidly.
"What do you think?" he asked, his voice wavering to her drunken ears.
"I ThInK I'm GoInG cRaZy," she slurred drowning the last of her ale.
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There was a commotion from behind Merry. He expected Pippin had gotten drunk and was causing a ruckus. He turned ready to reprimand his young cousin, but stopped short seeing that Darla was on top of a table dancing with Pippin. His eyes grew wide as she kicked her legs up revealing undergarments and almost kicking a man in the face.
Merry ran over to Pippin and pulled him off of the table.
"What did you do to her?" he asked sharply.
"I offered her a pint," he answered simply.
"And???"
"She drank the whole thing!" he smiled and passed out on the floor.
Darla was jumping and flailing her arms. She was singing strange words no one understood, and she was knocking all kinds of things over.
"Darla, get down here!" Merry called. She jumped off the table right in front of Merry.
"HeLlO HaNdSoMe," she drawled getting her face right up in his.
"Darla we should get you to bed," he told her pulling her away from the table and her audience.
"BuT MeRrRrRrRriEiEeEeEeE!!!! I wAs HaViNg FuN!" she whined sadly stumbling after him.
"You've had enough fun for one night. Have you never had ale before?" he asked. She waved her head in all directions. He guessed that meant no. Merry took her to her room and she flopped onto the bed.
"I wAnNa DaNcE," she shrilled jumping up and grabbing Merry and swinging him around the room. Merry stopped her. She laughed and jumped up on the bed jumping and yelling nonsense.
"Darla, how much did you drink?" he asked.
"A pint!" she sang over and over.
"I am not letting you drink again," he said to himself, watching her jump up and down. She jumped off the bed and promptly fell over. Merry rushed to her side.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"YeS, I aM vErY rIgHt," she slurred looking into his eyes.
"You should go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning," he chided. She got her face really close to his. Merry felt his pulse quicken.
"YoU lOoK lIkE yOu'Re ScArEd," she whispered, "ArE YoU aFrAiD of GuRrRrLssss???"
"No," he whispered. She leaned in and kissed him. He did not pull back, and she did not stop. They sat there locked in a kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Then Darla pulled back, belched, and passed out.
Merry looked at the unconscious creature in front of him. He gently picked her up and laid her in the bed, clothes and all and retreated to his own bed.
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Darla awoke the next morning with no recollection of the night before. The only thing she could remember was the world slurring together and her drowning the rest of her pint. As she sat up in bed her head began to throb.
"What did I do?" she moaned massaging her temples and looking in the mirror. She quickly changed clothes and placed Merry's hat on her head. She went down to the pub to see if the boys were up yet. They were, of course, because it was almost midday.
"And here she is, the party queen!" Pippin shouted as she walked into the pub. Merry hit him over the head. Obviously he didn't agree with Pippin's getting her drunk.
"I have the most terrible headache," she complained sitting next to Pippin at the table.
"I would expect after you-" Pippin didn't finish his for Merry jabbing him in the ribs. Darla didn't seem to notice, she just asked the bartender for a cup of tea.
"I don't want to know what I did, last night, I just want to drink my tea and relax," she sighed laying her head on the table.
"Well, we'll be leaving soon, so you won't have much time to do either," Merry responded. Darla looked up. She had just realized that Sam was nowhere to be found.
"Where's Sam?" she asked.
"He's gone back to the Shire," Pippin answered.
"But, aren't we too?"
"No, we're heading off to Gondor, to see strider!" Merry explained his eyes catching a gleam.
"Who's strider?" she asked.
"He's a friend of ours, who traveled with us. He's also the king of Gondor," Pip smiled.
"ARGH!" she moaned, "I can't meet a king like this!"
"You won't, Gondor is a month's journey from here!" Merry explained. Darla just banged her head on the table dramatically. The bartender brought her tea and she sipped it slowly. The others just watched her.
"What are you looking at?" she asked annoyed.
"You," Pip answered. She rolled her eyes and finished her tea.
"Now, that you're done we should be heading off. The ponies are packed and we have enough food to get us there and back 3 times!" Merry smiled, Darla just rubbed her temples in response. They got on the ponies and went off into the midday sun.
Darla squinted in the bright sun. It was not helping her headache at all. It only made it worse. Merry rode up beside her.
"You can't remember anything from last night?" he asked quietly.
"No," she replied groggily, "I only remember finishing that pint and then I woke up!" she looked at him concerned, "I didn't do anything, vulgar did I?"
"Well, you danced on some tables, and sang strange words, jumped on a bed, and then passed out." Merry told her.
"That's all?" she asked relieved, "I thought I might have done something crazy, like kissed you or something." She laughed and sped her pony up. "Let's get going, if Gondor's so far away then we can't dawdle the whole way!" She smiled and raced ahead laughing.
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Merry raced his pony after Darla, as they both sped in front of Pippin he had to give chase as well.
"You have no idea, where you're going!" he called after her. She just laughed and went faster. He just smiled and gave chase.
"What are you doing?" called Pippin
"Racing," Merry called behind him laughing.
"Oh, well that changes things," he called pulling ahead of Merry.
"Oh no you don't!" he laughed pushing his horse ahead.
"Watch out!" called Darla from ahead. There was a large ditch in the middle of the road and she had just managed to jump it. The two boys jumped it neck and neck, and kept going down the road. Darla was just yards ahead.
"Watch your back," Merry called up to her.
"Why, you're back there, can't you?" she teased pulling away again. The ponies were getting tired he could tell, but he couldn't let her beat him!
Darla disappeared around a bend in the road. Not soon after there was a scream and a splash. Merry's heart raced and he got around the bend to see that a river cut right through the road. Darla's pony was standing by the water's edge, rider less grazing.
"Darla!" Merry called. Pippin came up behind him and dismounted. Merry did the same. The two got by the river's edge to see that there was no sign of Darla anywhere..
"Where has she gone?" asked Pippin. Merry became worried. Darla couldn't swim. Where was she, had the river swept her off? This couldn't happen. They had to find her.
"Let's ride down the river bank and look for her," Merry decided, going off in the direction of the river. Pippin nodded and followed Merry down the river into the unknown.
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CLIFFIESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! Yippie!!!! Doesn't Darla make a wonderful drunk? She has a very low alcohol tolerance level. Also, thank you to stardustcreations for the pony race idea! It was ingenious, thank you! Well, time to review! Laterz!-DB:D
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! I do not own LOTR! Do you get the point???
Chapter 10: FoRgEtTiNg
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There was a small inn at the Gray harbor that had a small pub inside. Of course the boys felt the need to go and taste their wares. Sam and Merry sat at the bar sipping their ale soberly while Pippin sat at the table with Darla, drowning mug after mug. Darla sat banging her head on the table.
"I," bang, "feel," bang, "so," bang, "stupid," bang. Pippin stopped drinking for a moment to respond.
"I know just how you feel! Everyone thinks I'm stupid! But really I'm as smart as they are, even smarter!" he slurred. Darla looked up, a large red mark on her forehead. "Where'd you get that mark on your forehead?" he asked stupidly. She returned to banging her head on the table again.
"I know just what you, need Darla," Pippin said pushing a mug of ale towards her.
"What is it?" she asked raising her head.
"A pint!"
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Merry sat next to Sam feeling lost and sad. They both had nothing to say. They both felt lost. They both weren't drunk.
"I can't believe Mr. Frodo didn't tell us, he was leaving!" Sam mused.
"It's too hard to imagine!" Merry answered.
"Life won't be the same without him," Sam sighed
"Life can never be the same, after what we've been through," Merry responded.
"Yes, you are right, Merry." He raised his glass, "To Frodo."
"To Frodo," he repeated touching mugs and drinking deeply.
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Darla sipped the ale gingerly. It tasted horrible, but she wanted to forget. She had never had ale or anything of the sort. She could get used to the taste. But she couldn't get used to way it was making her feel.
She looked around the room, she was about half way through one mug. The figures around her were becoming cloudy. She took a large swig. They now looked as if they were blurring together. One more swig. She looked at Pippin who was smiling at her stupidly.
"What do you think?" he asked, his voice wavering to her drunken ears.
"I ThInK I'm GoInG cRaZy," she slurred drowning the last of her ale.
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There was a commotion from behind Merry. He expected Pippin had gotten drunk and was causing a ruckus. He turned ready to reprimand his young cousin, but stopped short seeing that Darla was on top of a table dancing with Pippin. His eyes grew wide as she kicked her legs up revealing undergarments and almost kicking a man in the face.
Merry ran over to Pippin and pulled him off of the table.
"What did you do to her?" he asked sharply.
"I offered her a pint," he answered simply.
"And???"
"She drank the whole thing!" he smiled and passed out on the floor.
Darla was jumping and flailing her arms. She was singing strange words no one understood, and she was knocking all kinds of things over.
"Darla, get down here!" Merry called. She jumped off the table right in front of Merry.
"HeLlO HaNdSoMe," she drawled getting her face right up in his.
"Darla we should get you to bed," he told her pulling her away from the table and her audience.
"BuT MeRrRrRrRriEiEeEeEeE!!!! I wAs HaViNg FuN!" she whined sadly stumbling after him.
"You've had enough fun for one night. Have you never had ale before?" he asked. She waved her head in all directions. He guessed that meant no. Merry took her to her room and she flopped onto the bed.
"I wAnNa DaNcE," she shrilled jumping up and grabbing Merry and swinging him around the room. Merry stopped her. She laughed and jumped up on the bed jumping and yelling nonsense.
"Darla, how much did you drink?" he asked.
"A pint!" she sang over and over.
"I am not letting you drink again," he said to himself, watching her jump up and down. She jumped off the bed and promptly fell over. Merry rushed to her side.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"YeS, I aM vErY rIgHt," she slurred looking into his eyes.
"You should go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning," he chided. She got her face really close to his. Merry felt his pulse quicken.
"YoU lOoK lIkE yOu'Re ScArEd," she whispered, "ArE YoU aFrAiD of GuRrRrLssss???"
"No," he whispered. She leaned in and kissed him. He did not pull back, and she did not stop. They sat there locked in a kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Then Darla pulled back, belched, and passed out.
Merry looked at the unconscious creature in front of him. He gently picked her up and laid her in the bed, clothes and all and retreated to his own bed.
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Darla awoke the next morning with no recollection of the night before. The only thing she could remember was the world slurring together and her drowning the rest of her pint. As she sat up in bed her head began to throb.
"What did I do?" she moaned massaging her temples and looking in the mirror. She quickly changed clothes and placed Merry's hat on her head. She went down to the pub to see if the boys were up yet. They were, of course, because it was almost midday.
"And here she is, the party queen!" Pippin shouted as she walked into the pub. Merry hit him over the head. Obviously he didn't agree with Pippin's getting her drunk.
"I have the most terrible headache," she complained sitting next to Pippin at the table.
"I would expect after you-" Pippin didn't finish his for Merry jabbing him in the ribs. Darla didn't seem to notice, she just asked the bartender for a cup of tea.
"I don't want to know what I did, last night, I just want to drink my tea and relax," she sighed laying her head on the table.
"Well, we'll be leaving soon, so you won't have much time to do either," Merry responded. Darla looked up. She had just realized that Sam was nowhere to be found.
"Where's Sam?" she asked.
"He's gone back to the Shire," Pippin answered.
"But, aren't we too?"
"No, we're heading off to Gondor, to see strider!" Merry explained his eyes catching a gleam.
"Who's strider?" she asked.
"He's a friend of ours, who traveled with us. He's also the king of Gondor," Pip smiled.
"ARGH!" she moaned, "I can't meet a king like this!"
"You won't, Gondor is a month's journey from here!" Merry explained. Darla just banged her head on the table dramatically. The bartender brought her tea and she sipped it slowly. The others just watched her.
"What are you looking at?" she asked annoyed.
"You," Pip answered. She rolled her eyes and finished her tea.
"Now, that you're done we should be heading off. The ponies are packed and we have enough food to get us there and back 3 times!" Merry smiled, Darla just rubbed her temples in response. They got on the ponies and went off into the midday sun.
Darla squinted in the bright sun. It was not helping her headache at all. It only made it worse. Merry rode up beside her.
"You can't remember anything from last night?" he asked quietly.
"No," she replied groggily, "I only remember finishing that pint and then I woke up!" she looked at him concerned, "I didn't do anything, vulgar did I?"
"Well, you danced on some tables, and sang strange words, jumped on a bed, and then passed out." Merry told her.
"That's all?" she asked relieved, "I thought I might have done something crazy, like kissed you or something." She laughed and sped her pony up. "Let's get going, if Gondor's so far away then we can't dawdle the whole way!" She smiled and raced ahead laughing.
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Merry raced his pony after Darla, as they both sped in front of Pippin he had to give chase as well.
"You have no idea, where you're going!" he called after her. She just laughed and went faster. He just smiled and gave chase.
"What are you doing?" called Pippin
"Racing," Merry called behind him laughing.
"Oh, well that changes things," he called pulling ahead of Merry.
"Oh no you don't!" he laughed pushing his horse ahead.
"Watch out!" called Darla from ahead. There was a large ditch in the middle of the road and she had just managed to jump it. The two boys jumped it neck and neck, and kept going down the road. Darla was just yards ahead.
"Watch your back," Merry called up to her.
"Why, you're back there, can't you?" she teased pulling away again. The ponies were getting tired he could tell, but he couldn't let her beat him!
Darla disappeared around a bend in the road. Not soon after there was a scream and a splash. Merry's heart raced and he got around the bend to see that a river cut right through the road. Darla's pony was standing by the water's edge, rider less grazing.
"Darla!" Merry called. Pippin came up behind him and dismounted. Merry did the same. The two got by the river's edge to see that there was no sign of Darla anywhere..
"Where has she gone?" asked Pippin. Merry became worried. Darla couldn't swim. Where was she, had the river swept her off? This couldn't happen. They had to find her.
"Let's ride down the river bank and look for her," Merry decided, going off in the direction of the river. Pippin nodded and followed Merry down the river into the unknown.
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CLIFFIESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! Yippie!!!! Doesn't Darla make a wonderful drunk? She has a very low alcohol tolerance level. Also, thank you to stardustcreations for the pony race idea! It was ingenious, thank you! Well, time to review! Laterz!-DB:D