I really need to get this in quick, I have a biology report due on Monday
and I have barely started!
I know this is off subject but I saw Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World, and it was pretty darn good! Of course, Billy Boyd is in it and his teeth were pretty nasty! LOL, but for the most part, I thought it was very good, full of good boat-fighting sequences and oh yes, I can't forget the short little ROTK trailer before it. Hehe, I forgot what the other trailers were after that!
Chapter Six: Cherry Bark
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For many more months, Pippin visited Samwise and Frodo every once and a while over the summer. The sun shone brighter during those months; the grass was lush and the trees even seemed to grow taller from the months of rain and sun. Pippin finished all his songs in the fiddle-book and began making more of his own. His sisters loved all of his songs he played on the fiddle and begged him to play one before they went to bed every night.
"Ok, one more...," He yawned sleepily and set his bow on the string and smiled, "When will you let me sleep without my fiddle on my shoulder?"
Pimpernel laughed, "Play the song you call, 'Cherry Bark'. It reminds me of a little rabbit hopping home to its children!" And Pervinca and Pearl nodded in agreement. Pearl was busy writing something down in secret and Pervinca stitched and sewed.
"Ok, Nellie, I'll play the rabbit song," He grinned and played the song they loved so much. His bow practically jumped off the string like a rabbit and at one part of the song, it sounded almost exactly like a rooster crowing. He played so fast and agile that the rosin flew off the bow in white clouds. After he was done, he bowed and his sisters smothered him in hugs and kisses.
"No one is luckier than us three to be havin' such a talented little brother like you," Pearl said before she kissed him one last time and left to bed with her sketchbook.
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One of the only places in the Shire that gave him so much inspiration and ideas for his songs was in the blooming gardens of Bag End. He loved the flowers around him, his close friends and relatives, and the presence of hobbits coming by Bag End and Hobbiton. Many carts would pass by and Pippin enjoyed waving to each one or playing a song when one approached. Sam made little fun by saying Pippin was a true showoff and Pippin smirked, knowing that he did like to display his playing off a little bit.
The summers were perfect with the cloudless days and cool breezes and Sam and Pippin spoke of many things. Frodo came out occasionally to talk when he wasn't busy reading or wandering around in the hills of the Shire. Bilbo was usually cooped up inside but when he did come outside to visit, it was nearly for the whole day.
One day, Pippin left his fiddle at home and volunteered to help Sam while he put all of the tools and buckets away. The day drew to a close and down the path came many hobbits going home in their carts and whatnot. That afternoon, the Cotton brothers and Rosie walked down the path. They had taken the long way home again and all of their heads were dripping from the Bywater Pool. They waved and Sam nod his head politely and waved and Pippin did as well. They passed down to Bywater and Sam watched them leave and resumed to his gardening.
"Third time since the new moon, Sam," Pippin stated absentmindedly and he laid on his back on the patch of soft soil.
"I don't suppose I understand what's your meanin', Mr. Pippin," Sam said and he gathered his tools up as the sun died towards the horizon.
"I have kept track, Sam, and that was the third time Rose had passed and you had said not but one word to her! You must say at least something!" Pippin said and he straightened up.
"And if I do, it's none of your concern what I say and don't say to Ms. Cotton," Sam muttered, "Now shouldn't you be off 'ome for supper?"
"Aye, I should." Pippin said and he dusted his hands off on his trousers, "Farewell for now, Sam!" Pippin said and he skipped home. Sam took one more look at his work on the garden and closed the wooden gate behind him as he waved to Bilbo and Frodo through the window before he set off to Bagshot Row.
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The looming shadows from the dark dusk of the day cast over the Shire, protecting it like a safe cloak. Pippin ran down the hill when his beloved smial came to view. The warm lights inside peeked through the open windows and he could hear his father and mother's voice. His hand turned the doorknob and before he was even inside, a pair of hands was over his eyes.
"Hey! What in the name---," Pippin asked and giggled.
"You'll see," Pimpernel whispered and she guided him to, what he assumed was the living room. He passed the kitchen and smelled one of his favorite meals: chicken potpie and tatter chips. He smiled as he thought about what they were up too.
"Ok...you can look," Pimpernel said and he took her hands away. He hesitated and opened his eyes. By his left side was his sisters and ma and his pa came up to his right. Out on the slender table was his fiddle case, revealing its fiddle inside. Only the fiddle was gleaming and polished and Pippin turned to his right.
"Pippin, it's yours now," Paladin said and Pippin didn't know what to say. "I know it has to be yours, Pippin, after seeing how much you love and care for it. I was fortunate enough to have you leave it here so I could polish it for you," Paladin explained and Pippin's tongue was stuck and his sisters grabbed his arm.
"Here, Pip, I made something for you," Pervinca said and she lifted the fiddle up slightly. Under where it lay was a soft, yellow dusting cloth. He picked it up and he could see the fine, flowered stitching on the border. It was silky and petite and he wrapped it around the fingerboard of the fiddle.
"This too, Pip! Myself and Nellie made this for you," Pearl said and handed him a piece of parchment. It looked like a poem and along the borders were little pictures, making a story, of flowers and rabbits and roosters. On top was titled, 'Cherry Bark' and Pimpernel said, "I drew the pictures of the song, and Pearl wrote song lyrics for us to sing along too!" She said and Pippin set it down.
"Is this what you two and Pervinca were doing every night when I played? Right under my eyes??" Pippin laughed, "You all did this for me?" He took another look at his fiddle and his gifts and his eyes blurred with tears. The fiddle was his, his own. He could play it more beautifully now that he knew his father trusted him with such a responsibility. He touched the fiddle like it was brand new and wept. His da hugged him, and his sisters and ma went to get dinner served after they kissed his brow one at a time.
He looked the ballad Pearl wrote for his song after he wiped his eyes:
~Cherry Bark~
When the birth-sun cradles the new day,
Cottontails hop, hop a-way,
Pass the swingin' flowers, swingin',
Always growing---by bark of
The Cherry Tree
Rooster wakes the day a-live
For the children to play outside
Weathercock! Crowin', always crowin',
Shady showin'---under
The Cherry Tree
~
Rabbit, get home fast!
Snows a-fallin' at last!
Singin' winds, now a-whistling
Through the frail silver leaves
Of the-
Rooster crows when the sun has risen,
The coney's feet still speedy kickin',
And the stars are still alive,
Between the moons and skies,
Brighter than what's bright,
Above the Cherry Tree.
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I probably won't be able to update for a while, I have loads of work and I'm going away next weekend. Maybe I can squeeze it in! The song above, I made it up to the tune of one of my favorite songs for this story, but I do have fiddle songs with songs, but there are all mostly about old men winning fiddle competitions! Thanks!
I know this is off subject but I saw Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World, and it was pretty darn good! Of course, Billy Boyd is in it and his teeth were pretty nasty! LOL, but for the most part, I thought it was very good, full of good boat-fighting sequences and oh yes, I can't forget the short little ROTK trailer before it. Hehe, I forgot what the other trailers were after that!
Chapter Six: Cherry Bark
~·· ··÷¦÷·· ·· ··· ··÷¦÷·· ·· ··· ··÷¦÷·· ··~
For many more months, Pippin visited Samwise and Frodo every once and a while over the summer. The sun shone brighter during those months; the grass was lush and the trees even seemed to grow taller from the months of rain and sun. Pippin finished all his songs in the fiddle-book and began making more of his own. His sisters loved all of his songs he played on the fiddle and begged him to play one before they went to bed every night.
"Ok, one more...," He yawned sleepily and set his bow on the string and smiled, "When will you let me sleep without my fiddle on my shoulder?"
Pimpernel laughed, "Play the song you call, 'Cherry Bark'. It reminds me of a little rabbit hopping home to its children!" And Pervinca and Pearl nodded in agreement. Pearl was busy writing something down in secret and Pervinca stitched and sewed.
"Ok, Nellie, I'll play the rabbit song," He grinned and played the song they loved so much. His bow practically jumped off the string like a rabbit and at one part of the song, it sounded almost exactly like a rooster crowing. He played so fast and agile that the rosin flew off the bow in white clouds. After he was done, he bowed and his sisters smothered him in hugs and kisses.
"No one is luckier than us three to be havin' such a talented little brother like you," Pearl said before she kissed him one last time and left to bed with her sketchbook.
I·· ··÷¦÷·· ··I
One of the only places in the Shire that gave him so much inspiration and ideas for his songs was in the blooming gardens of Bag End. He loved the flowers around him, his close friends and relatives, and the presence of hobbits coming by Bag End and Hobbiton. Many carts would pass by and Pippin enjoyed waving to each one or playing a song when one approached. Sam made little fun by saying Pippin was a true showoff and Pippin smirked, knowing that he did like to display his playing off a little bit.
The summers were perfect with the cloudless days and cool breezes and Sam and Pippin spoke of many things. Frodo came out occasionally to talk when he wasn't busy reading or wandering around in the hills of the Shire. Bilbo was usually cooped up inside but when he did come outside to visit, it was nearly for the whole day.
One day, Pippin left his fiddle at home and volunteered to help Sam while he put all of the tools and buckets away. The day drew to a close and down the path came many hobbits going home in their carts and whatnot. That afternoon, the Cotton brothers and Rosie walked down the path. They had taken the long way home again and all of their heads were dripping from the Bywater Pool. They waved and Sam nod his head politely and waved and Pippin did as well. They passed down to Bywater and Sam watched them leave and resumed to his gardening.
"Third time since the new moon, Sam," Pippin stated absentmindedly and he laid on his back on the patch of soft soil.
"I don't suppose I understand what's your meanin', Mr. Pippin," Sam said and he gathered his tools up as the sun died towards the horizon.
"I have kept track, Sam, and that was the third time Rose had passed and you had said not but one word to her! You must say at least something!" Pippin said and he straightened up.
"And if I do, it's none of your concern what I say and don't say to Ms. Cotton," Sam muttered, "Now shouldn't you be off 'ome for supper?"
"Aye, I should." Pippin said and he dusted his hands off on his trousers, "Farewell for now, Sam!" Pippin said and he skipped home. Sam took one more look at his work on the garden and closed the wooden gate behind him as he waved to Bilbo and Frodo through the window before he set off to Bagshot Row.
I·· ··÷¦÷·· ··I
The looming shadows from the dark dusk of the day cast over the Shire, protecting it like a safe cloak. Pippin ran down the hill when his beloved smial came to view. The warm lights inside peeked through the open windows and he could hear his father and mother's voice. His hand turned the doorknob and before he was even inside, a pair of hands was over his eyes.
"Hey! What in the name---," Pippin asked and giggled.
"You'll see," Pimpernel whispered and she guided him to, what he assumed was the living room. He passed the kitchen and smelled one of his favorite meals: chicken potpie and tatter chips. He smiled as he thought about what they were up too.
"Ok...you can look," Pimpernel said and he took her hands away. He hesitated and opened his eyes. By his left side was his sisters and ma and his pa came up to his right. Out on the slender table was his fiddle case, revealing its fiddle inside. Only the fiddle was gleaming and polished and Pippin turned to his right.
"Pippin, it's yours now," Paladin said and Pippin didn't know what to say. "I know it has to be yours, Pippin, after seeing how much you love and care for it. I was fortunate enough to have you leave it here so I could polish it for you," Paladin explained and Pippin's tongue was stuck and his sisters grabbed his arm.
"Here, Pip, I made something for you," Pervinca said and she lifted the fiddle up slightly. Under where it lay was a soft, yellow dusting cloth. He picked it up and he could see the fine, flowered stitching on the border. It was silky and petite and he wrapped it around the fingerboard of the fiddle.
"This too, Pip! Myself and Nellie made this for you," Pearl said and handed him a piece of parchment. It looked like a poem and along the borders were little pictures, making a story, of flowers and rabbits and roosters. On top was titled, 'Cherry Bark' and Pimpernel said, "I drew the pictures of the song, and Pearl wrote song lyrics for us to sing along too!" She said and Pippin set it down.
"Is this what you two and Pervinca were doing every night when I played? Right under my eyes??" Pippin laughed, "You all did this for me?" He took another look at his fiddle and his gifts and his eyes blurred with tears. The fiddle was his, his own. He could play it more beautifully now that he knew his father trusted him with such a responsibility. He touched the fiddle like it was brand new and wept. His da hugged him, and his sisters and ma went to get dinner served after they kissed his brow one at a time.
He looked the ballad Pearl wrote for his song after he wiped his eyes:
~Cherry Bark~
When the birth-sun cradles the new day,
Cottontails hop, hop a-way,
Pass the swingin' flowers, swingin',
Always growing---by bark of
The Cherry Tree
Rooster wakes the day a-live
For the children to play outside
Weathercock! Crowin', always crowin',
Shady showin'---under
The Cherry Tree
~
Rabbit, get home fast!
Snows a-fallin' at last!
Singin' winds, now a-whistling
Through the frail silver leaves
Of the-
Rooster crows when the sun has risen,
The coney's feet still speedy kickin',
And the stars are still alive,
Between the moons and skies,
Brighter than what's bright,
Above the Cherry Tree.
~·· ··÷¦÷·· ·· ··· ··÷¦÷·· ·· ··· ··÷¦÷·· ··~
I probably won't be able to update for a while, I have loads of work and I'm going away next weekend. Maybe I can squeeze it in! The song above, I made it up to the tune of one of my favorite songs for this story, but I do have fiddle songs with songs, but there are all mostly about old men winning fiddle competitions! Thanks!
