Yay, chapter four! I had a little bit of writer's block; not sure if then I
would do a certain scene. Ok, here are the answers to your questions, Hai:
1) I'm not sure exactly how many chapters there might be, but I have an
idea about what's coming next in each chapter, so there's more to come,
unless something else sparks my imagination and I write more! 2) You'll
have to wait and see *wink*--- that was obvious! Hehe, yes I will, but it's
going to be hard for me to rewrite that scene.
Yay! Aemilia Rose has joined the party! I read it was your b-day, Happy Birthday! I read it in you're a/n, and I'm going to read that new story soon!! Hmm, Pippin with a cello?? Haha!
Chapter Four: Under the Hill ~·· ··÷¦÷·· ·· ··· ··÷¦÷·· ·· ··· ··÷¦÷·· ··~
The warm glow from the crackling fire lit up the dark room. Shadows were cast on the walls and Bilbo came in the living chamber and set tea and crackers on the small table in the middle of the snug couches. They were seated on the chairs and Pippin sank into the cozy cushions. Bilbo handed them each a steaming cup and bit his lip disapprovingly as he looked out the cold window, watching the grey clouds roll in.
"Interesting weather to be having in the middle of March," Bilbo said and sat down in his own chair, "If I had seen it coming earlier, I wouldn't of made a whole pitcher of cold lemon'de for you two. Bit of a surprise I was planning, but it wouldn't agree now with the weather, true?" Bilbo rambled on and Pippin nodded, so he would know he was listening.
"Pardon me, Mr. Bilbo," Sam mumbled, asking for permission to speak and Bilbo smiled his way, "If I would of known as well, I wouldn't have watered the gardens. Now the soil will be flooded and hopefully the new buds I planted will survive the night."
They drank their tea and talked and set their cups back down. Pippin stared at the room that he remembered faintly. It was cluttered in a comfortable, homelike way, but it was polished like it was brand new. Books sat close-by and pictures and old maps covered the walls and even the floors. Sam sat back in his chair at last, wringing his cold fingers.
"So, young Pippin, you have been growing up fast. That fiddle you play there--quite a talent with music, I'd say. Frodo said he woke up with your songs in his ears, not wholly sure if he was still dreaming," Bilbo praised and glanced at Frodo. Frodo sat across the room, quite and alone, leisurely smoking his pipe. He smiled at Pippin, expressing that Bilbo's statement was true.
"Will you play us a ditty?" Frodo asked and Pippin unbuttoned the case. He placed the sorrel-red fiddle out and decided on the song he would play. He stood in front of them, surprisingly more nervous in front of the three than before with just Sam.
He started the song with a jump and soon, Bag End was complete with the pleasing melody from the small fiddle and the hobbits accompanying him with their clapping. His little fingers flashed on and off the strings like the touch of the fingerboard were burning his fingertips. The break-neck song echoed throughout the hobbit-hole and the shadows from the fire danced in rhythm on the walls with the tune.
His bow stroked the strings and as he played he realized he fiddled with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Bilbo's smiling face and Sam still clapping along. Frodo looked at Pippin with his delightful blue eyes and blithe smile and Pippin felt almost privileged to be playing for him. Other than Merry, Pippin looked up to Frodo for some unseen reason. His eyes shone with a secret he seemed know, and knew alone, and he was always eager to learn and laugh.
When the song had ended, all three of them stood up and applauded heartily. Pippin bowed playfully and lifted his fiddle up for encore song until he saw the clock on the wall. "Oh no!" He said to himself and then went to his case to put the fiddle away.
"I'm sorry! I didn't realize the time and I need to be going," Pippin said in a rushed manner and he closed the case. Sam looked disappointed, like a story ending abruptly right in the middle.
Pippin got to the door and bid them his farewell, "I promise I'll play at my next visit, if I only keep my eye on the time!" Pippin said and opened the door and skipped out.
"Get home safe, Pippin!" Frodo called after him and Pippin waved goodbye. The ground was wet and soggy and rain sprinkled down, getting more intense every few minutes. Pippin untucked his shirt and covered the top of his case under his shirt. As he hurried home, and the only thing on his mind was keeping the Took fiddle case dry.
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Pippin came through the door, shivering and soaked with icy rainwater. The Tooks looked up from their dinner plates and Eglantine jumped out of her chair and ran over to him. Pippin's stomach growled, as he smelled the hot food and felt sorely disappointed that he was missing dinner.
Eglantine clapped her hands on his freezing cheeks, "Peregrin! Wh-where have you been?? And-and in the rain?!" She yelped and took the fiddle case him. He smiled when he saw he successfully kept it dry and she kissed his forehead. "Come," She directed and lead him to one of the smial's rooms, her arms around his shoulders, "You need a nice, hot bath and dry clothes!" She said and she stripped him from his wet, clinging clothes. She filled their bathtub tediously with buckets of hot water and Pippin waited, shaking from the cold.
At last, he climbed in and emerged in the hot water. He just sat there for minutes until the water was no longer warm and comforting. Eglantine dressed him in two layers of clothes and then rested him on the couch, wrapped up in a thick blanket. He lay impatiently on the couch as she stroked his head. He was still hungry and the layers she wrapped around him made him sweat.
"Ma, I'm fine. There's no need to worry, I haven't caught the cold," He persisted but she hugged him. "Don't be silly. I am a mother of four and I know the dangers of being out in the rain. Where did you go with that fiddle of yours?" She asked and Paladin listened as he flipped a page to a book he was reading.
"In Hobbiton, with Cousin Frodo and Mr. Bilbo Baggins," He said, "I stayed with Samwise Gamgee, the Gaffer's son, for most of the day and I played my fiddle for them!"
"Good, good!" Paladin said and he glanced at the fiddle in the corner. It was amazingly dry, even from Pippin's journey home in the rain. He was glad to know Pippin loved the fiddle and it wasn't lying in the closet, covered in dust, like it used to be. He was growing highly responsible and Paladin knew the fiddle should be his soon enough.
"All the way in Bag End? Did you walk all the way there and back again?" She asked and he shyly looked over at his Da. Paladin resumed reading but felt his wife's disapproving eyes on him and he smiled playfully.
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That seemed a little short...but hopefully soon the next chapter will be up! Yay! Thanks for reading! ;)
Yay! Aemilia Rose has joined the party! I read it was your b-day, Happy Birthday! I read it in you're a/n, and I'm going to read that new story soon!! Hmm, Pippin with a cello?? Haha!
Chapter Four: Under the Hill ~·· ··÷¦÷·· ·· ··· ··÷¦÷·· ·· ··· ··÷¦÷·· ··~
The warm glow from the crackling fire lit up the dark room. Shadows were cast on the walls and Bilbo came in the living chamber and set tea and crackers on the small table in the middle of the snug couches. They were seated on the chairs and Pippin sank into the cozy cushions. Bilbo handed them each a steaming cup and bit his lip disapprovingly as he looked out the cold window, watching the grey clouds roll in.
"Interesting weather to be having in the middle of March," Bilbo said and sat down in his own chair, "If I had seen it coming earlier, I wouldn't of made a whole pitcher of cold lemon'de for you two. Bit of a surprise I was planning, but it wouldn't agree now with the weather, true?" Bilbo rambled on and Pippin nodded, so he would know he was listening.
"Pardon me, Mr. Bilbo," Sam mumbled, asking for permission to speak and Bilbo smiled his way, "If I would of known as well, I wouldn't have watered the gardens. Now the soil will be flooded and hopefully the new buds I planted will survive the night."
They drank their tea and talked and set their cups back down. Pippin stared at the room that he remembered faintly. It was cluttered in a comfortable, homelike way, but it was polished like it was brand new. Books sat close-by and pictures and old maps covered the walls and even the floors. Sam sat back in his chair at last, wringing his cold fingers.
"So, young Pippin, you have been growing up fast. That fiddle you play there--quite a talent with music, I'd say. Frodo said he woke up with your songs in his ears, not wholly sure if he was still dreaming," Bilbo praised and glanced at Frodo. Frodo sat across the room, quite and alone, leisurely smoking his pipe. He smiled at Pippin, expressing that Bilbo's statement was true.
"Will you play us a ditty?" Frodo asked and Pippin unbuttoned the case. He placed the sorrel-red fiddle out and decided on the song he would play. He stood in front of them, surprisingly more nervous in front of the three than before with just Sam.
He started the song with a jump and soon, Bag End was complete with the pleasing melody from the small fiddle and the hobbits accompanying him with their clapping. His little fingers flashed on and off the strings like the touch of the fingerboard were burning his fingertips. The break-neck song echoed throughout the hobbit-hole and the shadows from the fire danced in rhythm on the walls with the tune.
His bow stroked the strings and as he played he realized he fiddled with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, he saw Bilbo's smiling face and Sam still clapping along. Frodo looked at Pippin with his delightful blue eyes and blithe smile and Pippin felt almost privileged to be playing for him. Other than Merry, Pippin looked up to Frodo for some unseen reason. His eyes shone with a secret he seemed know, and knew alone, and he was always eager to learn and laugh.
When the song had ended, all three of them stood up and applauded heartily. Pippin bowed playfully and lifted his fiddle up for encore song until he saw the clock on the wall. "Oh no!" He said to himself and then went to his case to put the fiddle away.
"I'm sorry! I didn't realize the time and I need to be going," Pippin said in a rushed manner and he closed the case. Sam looked disappointed, like a story ending abruptly right in the middle.
Pippin got to the door and bid them his farewell, "I promise I'll play at my next visit, if I only keep my eye on the time!" Pippin said and opened the door and skipped out.
"Get home safe, Pippin!" Frodo called after him and Pippin waved goodbye. The ground was wet and soggy and rain sprinkled down, getting more intense every few minutes. Pippin untucked his shirt and covered the top of his case under his shirt. As he hurried home, and the only thing on his mind was keeping the Took fiddle case dry.
~ ·· ··÷¦÷·· ·· ~
Pippin came through the door, shivering and soaked with icy rainwater. The Tooks looked up from their dinner plates and Eglantine jumped out of her chair and ran over to him. Pippin's stomach growled, as he smelled the hot food and felt sorely disappointed that he was missing dinner.
Eglantine clapped her hands on his freezing cheeks, "Peregrin! Wh-where have you been?? And-and in the rain?!" She yelped and took the fiddle case him. He smiled when he saw he successfully kept it dry and she kissed his forehead. "Come," She directed and lead him to one of the smial's rooms, her arms around his shoulders, "You need a nice, hot bath and dry clothes!" She said and she stripped him from his wet, clinging clothes. She filled their bathtub tediously with buckets of hot water and Pippin waited, shaking from the cold.
At last, he climbed in and emerged in the hot water. He just sat there for minutes until the water was no longer warm and comforting. Eglantine dressed him in two layers of clothes and then rested him on the couch, wrapped up in a thick blanket. He lay impatiently on the couch as she stroked his head. He was still hungry and the layers she wrapped around him made him sweat.
"Ma, I'm fine. There's no need to worry, I haven't caught the cold," He persisted but she hugged him. "Don't be silly. I am a mother of four and I know the dangers of being out in the rain. Where did you go with that fiddle of yours?" She asked and Paladin listened as he flipped a page to a book he was reading.
"In Hobbiton, with Cousin Frodo and Mr. Bilbo Baggins," He said, "I stayed with Samwise Gamgee, the Gaffer's son, for most of the day and I played my fiddle for them!"
"Good, good!" Paladin said and he glanced at the fiddle in the corner. It was amazingly dry, even from Pippin's journey home in the rain. He was glad to know Pippin loved the fiddle and it wasn't lying in the closet, covered in dust, like it used to be. He was growing highly responsible and Paladin knew the fiddle should be his soon enough.
"All the way in Bag End? Did you walk all the way there and back again?" She asked and he shyly looked over at his Da. Paladin resumed reading but felt his wife's disapproving eyes on him and he smiled playfully.
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That seemed a little short...but hopefully soon the next chapter will be up! Yay! Thanks for reading! ;)
