Disclaimer: I would think you'd have seen enough of these by now…
A/N: I just have to say…I (YODA) ROCK!!! Sorry…it's my family nickname… ^_^
Time: On Their Shoulders
"How long do you think it'll take to get there, Merry?" Pippin asked. The Ents were marching off to battle against Isenguard and Merry and Pippin sat atop Treebeard's shoulders.
"I don't know! Not long now, I expect!" he replied. They sat, quiet for a moment and thought. When they had escaped, Holly stayed and fought, giving them a way to run. When they turned to motion her into the woods, an Uruk-hai soldier had picked her up and began running. They didn't know if their friend was alive, but they knew she'd be at Isenguard. It was the entire reason they decided to travel with the Ents. They had to save Holly.
"Hurrruuuummmmmmm…We are almost there. Not long now," Treebeard told the hobbits. They nodded and the elder gave them a small sack.
"What's this?" Pippin said.
"Mmmmmm…Mushrooms for the last stretch of the journey…mmmmmm." Merry and Pippin exchanged excited looks and opened the bag eagerly. They were the most delicious mushrooms the two had ever tasted!
"These are excellent!" they exclaimed together. Treebeard smiled and a small, but booming laugh surfaced from his throat.
The hobbits were quiet again, listening to the Ents march and hum. Their branches creaked soothingly and a small breeze whipped their leaves back and forth. Beautiful creatures, really.
Merry made himself comfortable and stared at the sky above him. It was clouding over…a bad sign. To the east, the sun shone brightly and he hoped for a rainbow once it began to rain. He ate the last bit of a mushroom and his heart skipped. Battle! It was so exciting, yet, so nerve wrecking. He wished Holly were there to make him laugh. He missed Holly a lot. She always knew what to say. She was loose and childish…things that reminded him of the Shire. He hoped she was okay…
Pippin sat, hogging the bag Treebeard had given them. He popped one of the juicy treats in his mouth and looked at the mountains. They seemed to grow in size and the hobbit's stomach churned. He didn't like the mountains very much anymore. They seemed to be so evil anymore. He was jittery and dropped a mushroom, getting an annoyed look from his friend. Pippin smiled and shurgged and Merry closed his eyes, sighing irritably. This fight that was coming up worried Pippin. He didn't know if Holly was alive. He didn't know if anyone else was alive. He wanted someone there who would be assuring…tough. Someone who would tell him to be tough. Like Aragorn or Rachel. He missed Rachel…a lot. She was always ready to fight. Her calmness would have made Pippin feel so much more confident, but he'd have to do without her this time.
"Hey, Merry…" Pippin said, staring ahead of them. Merry barely opened his eyes and mumbled something. Pippin hit him this time and the hobbit jerked awake.
"What is i—"
They stared at the menacing black tower no more than ten miles off. Orcs were flooding out of doors, windows, and walls (as far as the hobbits could see) and the reddest of the clouds in the sky loomed overtop. The place seemed to be a spear, filthy with blood. Treebeard noticed their hanging jaws and wide eyes.
"Horrrrrrummmmmmm…Isenguard…"
A/N: For you Pippin and Merry fans…Sorry Frodo and Sam fans, they aren't in here at all really…well, tootles! Remember what I said about 110 reviews! (I'll write a sequel…^_^)
A/N: I just have to say…I (YODA) ROCK!!! Sorry…it's my family nickname… ^_^
Time: On Their Shoulders
"How long do you think it'll take to get there, Merry?" Pippin asked. The Ents were marching off to battle against Isenguard and Merry and Pippin sat atop Treebeard's shoulders.
"I don't know! Not long now, I expect!" he replied. They sat, quiet for a moment and thought. When they had escaped, Holly stayed and fought, giving them a way to run. When they turned to motion her into the woods, an Uruk-hai soldier had picked her up and began running. They didn't know if their friend was alive, but they knew she'd be at Isenguard. It was the entire reason they decided to travel with the Ents. They had to save Holly.
"Hurrruuuummmmmmm…We are almost there. Not long now," Treebeard told the hobbits. They nodded and the elder gave them a small sack.
"What's this?" Pippin said.
"Mmmmmm…Mushrooms for the last stretch of the journey…mmmmmm." Merry and Pippin exchanged excited looks and opened the bag eagerly. They were the most delicious mushrooms the two had ever tasted!
"These are excellent!" they exclaimed together. Treebeard smiled and a small, but booming laugh surfaced from his throat.
The hobbits were quiet again, listening to the Ents march and hum. Their branches creaked soothingly and a small breeze whipped their leaves back and forth. Beautiful creatures, really.
Merry made himself comfortable and stared at the sky above him. It was clouding over…a bad sign. To the east, the sun shone brightly and he hoped for a rainbow once it began to rain. He ate the last bit of a mushroom and his heart skipped. Battle! It was so exciting, yet, so nerve wrecking. He wished Holly were there to make him laugh. He missed Holly a lot. She always knew what to say. She was loose and childish…things that reminded him of the Shire. He hoped she was okay…
Pippin sat, hogging the bag Treebeard had given them. He popped one of the juicy treats in his mouth and looked at the mountains. They seemed to grow in size and the hobbit's stomach churned. He didn't like the mountains very much anymore. They seemed to be so evil anymore. He was jittery and dropped a mushroom, getting an annoyed look from his friend. Pippin smiled and shurgged and Merry closed his eyes, sighing irritably. This fight that was coming up worried Pippin. He didn't know if Holly was alive. He didn't know if anyone else was alive. He wanted someone there who would be assuring…tough. Someone who would tell him to be tough. Like Aragorn or Rachel. He missed Rachel…a lot. She was always ready to fight. Her calmness would have made Pippin feel so much more confident, but he'd have to do without her this time.
"Hey, Merry…" Pippin said, staring ahead of them. Merry barely opened his eyes and mumbled something. Pippin hit him this time and the hobbit jerked awake.
"What is i—"
They stared at the menacing black tower no more than ten miles off. Orcs were flooding out of doors, windows, and walls (as far as the hobbits could see) and the reddest of the clouds in the sky loomed overtop. The place seemed to be a spear, filthy with blood. Treebeard noticed their hanging jaws and wide eyes.
"Horrrrrrummmmmmm…Isenguard…"
A/N: For you Pippin and Merry fans…Sorry Frodo and Sam fans, they aren't in here at all really…well, tootles! Remember what I said about 110 reviews! (I'll write a sequel…^_^)