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Marroc's Tale
Chapter 3: Memories
By Hippy :) Hobbit
Dedicated to Niph
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Eglantine walked into the room, moments later, thinking that, by the noises she was hearing, some tweenagers had gotten into a silly little fight. Her mouth was agape, however, as she walked in. What greeted her eyes was pretty much both confusing and shocking. Her son and nephew, who no one was supposed to know was even there, were standing in front of her, and everyone was looking at them, and their clasped hands. By everyone, I mean Maggie, Paladin and Tarroc, of course. Eglantine blinked at them, wondering exactly why Tarroc was sitting on top of her husband, and why Maggie and Tarroc were even there to begin with. Before she could say anything, however, Tarroc stood up. His eyes were sincere, something that out of all of those gathered, only Maggie had ever seen. She picked up his crutch for him and handed to him immediately so he wouldn't fall over. Tarroc then offered a hand to Paladin, who took it, after a moment of reluctant consideration. Tarroc pulled him to his feet, and then gave Maggie a bit of a hard, though meaningful, look. Eglantine caught the look too, and put one of her hands on the Pippin's shoulders.
"Well, boys. I think it's time you got back to sleep!" she said, quickly.
"Yes, yes!" Maggie said, backing her up and striding forward and putting her hands on her son's shoulders. Pippin looked to his mother.
"Mummy, Oi'm a bit peckish," he said. Eglantine regarded her son for a moment, before speaking.
"Well, Maggie, why don't you come with me and we'll make the boys some sandwiches?"
"Yes, that'd be lovely." Maggie said, directing her son rather roughly out the door to follow Eglantine and Pippin.
When she was a child, Eglantine's mother and father would often take her to Brandyhall, as they were great friends with Old Roary. That is where she first met Maggie, and they had become rather good friends themselves, over time; however, Tarroc had forbidden his wife to visit her as soon as he heard that she had married Paladin. And since they had not seen each other in nearly 20 years, the two had a lot of catching up to do.
By the time Eglantine had led her friend and the two boys to the kitchen, the two of them were already laughing like little girls, pulling up old memories of the lads they used to stay up and gossip about all-night when she would come on holiday and such. Marroc and Pippin were very quiet throughout the whole time- Marroc was still a bit in shock from seeing his father in such a rage, and Pippin was just hungry.
They brought the sandwiches to the now-empty great hall to eat them. Maggie picked up Marroc and set him on her lap, while Eglantine did the same with her son, for the children would be unable to sit at the table comfortably on their own.
Marroc picked up one of the sandwiches on the platter and began to nibble, slowly around the edges. He much resembled a rabbit in Pippin's mind. He wasn't looking at the food he was eating, nor on any one of their faces, but he was just kind of... off in some other world. But Pippin didn't spend a lot of his time looking at his cousin- MMmm food!
Marroc began twitching after a little while, probably due to a buildup of unused energy, but his mother calmed him by rubbing his back. He hadn't even finished his first sandwich by the time he fell asleep with his head on her shoulder, though she continued rubbing his back and chatting with her friend at the same time. Pippin, however, had already started on his 3rd sandwich by the time Marroc fell asleep, and was hardly even paying attention to the conversation of the grown-ups.
"So... I can't believe you married Tarroc Took, the terror of Tookland!" Eglantine laughed. Maggie blushed a little.
"He's not really such a terror as everyone says."
"Oh really?" replied her friend in a teasing tone, "do tell!"
Maggie blushed even more, now stroking her sleeping son's hair.
"Well, he's really sweet and caring once you get to know him... he's a great husband and father too," she smiled down at her son again, "He really loves Marroc... only... it's like he afraid to show it, or something. But sometimes, you can see the pride in his eyes when he looks at him. I know he loves him... he threw a downright fit when Marroc didn't come home tonight...and it is very difficult to calm him when he's like that. Especially when he's been bed ridden all day-"
"-But he shows nothing but animosity towards Paladin... do you recall..."
"...yes! They were inseparable as children!" Maggie laughed, "The two of them and Saradoc... they were always the best of friends. I can't even remember what happened..."
There was a long pause, before Eglantine spoke again.
"Well, whatever it was, I don't think any of them want to share it with us, and we'll keep it at that. And anyway, if we did know, we may wish we didn't..."
Pippin was starting to feel sleep washing over him. He laid his head on his own mother's shoulder, now and nodded off, with the crust of his 5th sandwich in his hand.
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"This really is madness, Tarroc. You know, you're son was right. We need to stop this."
"Yes, Paladin... Oi... Oi 'ave ta agree. We aren't setting good examples for the younguns."
"Children." Paladin said in a stern tone. Tarroc shook his head.
"Yew know what Oi meant!" the parlor went quiet.
"How did this even start, anyway? I surely can't remember..." Paladin murmured. Tarroc raised an eyebrow.
"Yew seriously can't remember?" he asked, " Seriously?! Oi can't forget!"
"Then...remind me, if you would..."
"Alright." Tarroc stood up, "Well... it all started when..."
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"Oi can't believe this! Now moi father is going to think Oi'm some kind of pervert or somethang!"
"I have news for you, Tarroc Took," 27-year-old Saradoc Brandybuck said, "You ARE some kind of pervert!"
"So are yew!" Tarroc groaned, sitting down and covering his face with his hands, "If yew hadn't been so darn desperate to catch a glimpse of Esmeralda in the nude... NONE of this would have ever even happened!"
Paladin, who had been sitting on the floor of the Thain's study with his head in his hands, looked up, a flame in his eyes, glaring at Saradoc.
"You were looking at... my sister?!" he stood up, slowly walking towards Saradoc
"Erm... no..." alleged the said Brandybuck, backing away.
Tarroc snorted, irritably. "That's not what yew told me!" he growled. The other Took was now right in his charge's face. Saradoc looked nervously back to Tarroc, "Yeah, but I told you NOT to tell him!", he hissed, as Paladin got closer. Tarroc shook his head, then stood up and put a hand on Paladin's shoulder.
"Alright. Leave 'im alone. It's not his fault he's a stupid perv." Paladin turned around.
"Tarroc, I'll do what I want," he snarled. Tarroc shook his head, "Why don't yew try to think of a way to get us out of this instead, hmm? Yew ARE the smart 'un."
"I can't."
"Yew can't what?"
"I can't think of a way to get us out of this."
"Why not?"
"Nothing comes to mind. I guess I'm just brain-dead today," he shrugged. Tarroc scowled. "Oh great! Thanks a lot!"
"Gee, what's your problem?"
"Yew are! Why do yew have to be brain dead TODAY, yew idiot?! Moi father is going to kill me for watchin' moi cousins like...that!"
"Don't call me that!"
"What? Call yew an idiot? IDIOT! IDIOT!"
"YES! DON'T CALL ME AN IDIOT!" he shoved Tarroc, who stumbled backwards for a moment, before catching himself and running at Paladin...
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"Do yew remember now?"
Paladin nodded. "Yes, but I don't see why that's bothered you for all these years. We always had little fights like that-"
"That's not the point! That's just where it all started! After that yew were always rotten to me!"
"-So that's why you tried to kill me?"
"Yes!"
Paladin raised an eyebrow, "You really need to get a life... so that's all you do all day is hate me?"
"Not all Oi do, but most of it is."
Paladin sighed ~What an idiot Tarroc is!~ "Well, can we at least draw a truce now? For our children's sake?"
Tarroc frowned, turning over the idea in his mind. He thought about the look his son had given him, before finally replying, "Oi suppose..."
"Good," said Paladin offering him his hand. Tarroc took it and they shook hands quickly, before letting go, "and I suppose you should probably stay the night tonight also... I'll go get the servants to make you and... and Maggie a room." He left the parlor.
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A/N: All right, that was a fairly short chapter, but chapter 4 will be much longer. Erm... nothing else really to say, 'cept answer reviews...:
Takeme2thehavens (A.K.A. Estie):
YAY FOR THE MOLES! Actually, I'm more of an otter or hare (GO BASIL!) person, but I think the moles have cute voices ^^ Erm... Merry's gonna be a bit evil in this story... as I mentioned on the guild boards, he and Marroc don't really see eye-to-eye. Tank 'oo very muff... ugh... allergy season...
Niph: Thanks, as always. I got the inspiration for the cute Marroc & Pippin moments from Robin Gurl's wee Pip stories... they are very cute and I am going to give them a plug. GO READ ROBIN GURL'S STUFF! WEE!
If I cant get chapter four up this week (which I know I wont be able to- tis gonna be a long one) It wont be next week either because I'll be on vacation for spring break and my mum wont let me bring the laptop *scowls* so I'll be forced to hand write it, which kills me because I am very lazy x.X...
Well, that's about it for now... see y'all later.
~Hippy
Marroc's Tale
Chapter 3: Memories
By Hippy :) Hobbit
Dedicated to Niph
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Eglantine walked into the room, moments later, thinking that, by the noises she was hearing, some tweenagers had gotten into a silly little fight. Her mouth was agape, however, as she walked in. What greeted her eyes was pretty much both confusing and shocking. Her son and nephew, who no one was supposed to know was even there, were standing in front of her, and everyone was looking at them, and their clasped hands. By everyone, I mean Maggie, Paladin and Tarroc, of course. Eglantine blinked at them, wondering exactly why Tarroc was sitting on top of her husband, and why Maggie and Tarroc were even there to begin with. Before she could say anything, however, Tarroc stood up. His eyes were sincere, something that out of all of those gathered, only Maggie had ever seen. She picked up his crutch for him and handed to him immediately so he wouldn't fall over. Tarroc then offered a hand to Paladin, who took it, after a moment of reluctant consideration. Tarroc pulled him to his feet, and then gave Maggie a bit of a hard, though meaningful, look. Eglantine caught the look too, and put one of her hands on the Pippin's shoulders.
"Well, boys. I think it's time you got back to sleep!" she said, quickly.
"Yes, yes!" Maggie said, backing her up and striding forward and putting her hands on her son's shoulders. Pippin looked to his mother.
"Mummy, Oi'm a bit peckish," he said. Eglantine regarded her son for a moment, before speaking.
"Well, Maggie, why don't you come with me and we'll make the boys some sandwiches?"
"Yes, that'd be lovely." Maggie said, directing her son rather roughly out the door to follow Eglantine and Pippin.
When she was a child, Eglantine's mother and father would often take her to Brandyhall, as they were great friends with Old Roary. That is where she first met Maggie, and they had become rather good friends themselves, over time; however, Tarroc had forbidden his wife to visit her as soon as he heard that she had married Paladin. And since they had not seen each other in nearly 20 years, the two had a lot of catching up to do.
By the time Eglantine had led her friend and the two boys to the kitchen, the two of them were already laughing like little girls, pulling up old memories of the lads they used to stay up and gossip about all-night when she would come on holiday and such. Marroc and Pippin were very quiet throughout the whole time- Marroc was still a bit in shock from seeing his father in such a rage, and Pippin was just hungry.
They brought the sandwiches to the now-empty great hall to eat them. Maggie picked up Marroc and set him on her lap, while Eglantine did the same with her son, for the children would be unable to sit at the table comfortably on their own.
Marroc picked up one of the sandwiches on the platter and began to nibble, slowly around the edges. He much resembled a rabbit in Pippin's mind. He wasn't looking at the food he was eating, nor on any one of their faces, but he was just kind of... off in some other world. But Pippin didn't spend a lot of his time looking at his cousin- MMmm food!
Marroc began twitching after a little while, probably due to a buildup of unused energy, but his mother calmed him by rubbing his back. He hadn't even finished his first sandwich by the time he fell asleep with his head on her shoulder, though she continued rubbing his back and chatting with her friend at the same time. Pippin, however, had already started on his 3rd sandwich by the time Marroc fell asleep, and was hardly even paying attention to the conversation of the grown-ups.
"So... I can't believe you married Tarroc Took, the terror of Tookland!" Eglantine laughed. Maggie blushed a little.
"He's not really such a terror as everyone says."
"Oh really?" replied her friend in a teasing tone, "do tell!"
Maggie blushed even more, now stroking her sleeping son's hair.
"Well, he's really sweet and caring once you get to know him... he's a great husband and father too," she smiled down at her son again, "He really loves Marroc... only... it's like he afraid to show it, or something. But sometimes, you can see the pride in his eyes when he looks at him. I know he loves him... he threw a downright fit when Marroc didn't come home tonight...and it is very difficult to calm him when he's like that. Especially when he's been bed ridden all day-"
"-But he shows nothing but animosity towards Paladin... do you recall..."
"...yes! They were inseparable as children!" Maggie laughed, "The two of them and Saradoc... they were always the best of friends. I can't even remember what happened..."
There was a long pause, before Eglantine spoke again.
"Well, whatever it was, I don't think any of them want to share it with us, and we'll keep it at that. And anyway, if we did know, we may wish we didn't..."
Pippin was starting to feel sleep washing over him. He laid his head on his own mother's shoulder, now and nodded off, with the crust of his 5th sandwich in his hand.
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"This really is madness, Tarroc. You know, you're son was right. We need to stop this."
"Yes, Paladin... Oi... Oi 'ave ta agree. We aren't setting good examples for the younguns."
"Children." Paladin said in a stern tone. Tarroc shook his head.
"Yew know what Oi meant!" the parlor went quiet.
"How did this even start, anyway? I surely can't remember..." Paladin murmured. Tarroc raised an eyebrow.
"Yew seriously can't remember?" he asked, " Seriously?! Oi can't forget!"
"Then...remind me, if you would..."
"Alright." Tarroc stood up, "Well... it all started when..."
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"Oi can't believe this! Now moi father is going to think Oi'm some kind of pervert or somethang!"
"I have news for you, Tarroc Took," 27-year-old Saradoc Brandybuck said, "You ARE some kind of pervert!"
"So are yew!" Tarroc groaned, sitting down and covering his face with his hands, "If yew hadn't been so darn desperate to catch a glimpse of Esmeralda in the nude... NONE of this would have ever even happened!"
Paladin, who had been sitting on the floor of the Thain's study with his head in his hands, looked up, a flame in his eyes, glaring at Saradoc.
"You were looking at... my sister?!" he stood up, slowly walking towards Saradoc
"Erm... no..." alleged the said Brandybuck, backing away.
Tarroc snorted, irritably. "That's not what yew told me!" he growled. The other Took was now right in his charge's face. Saradoc looked nervously back to Tarroc, "Yeah, but I told you NOT to tell him!", he hissed, as Paladin got closer. Tarroc shook his head, then stood up and put a hand on Paladin's shoulder.
"Alright. Leave 'im alone. It's not his fault he's a stupid perv." Paladin turned around.
"Tarroc, I'll do what I want," he snarled. Tarroc shook his head, "Why don't yew try to think of a way to get us out of this instead, hmm? Yew ARE the smart 'un."
"I can't."
"Yew can't what?"
"I can't think of a way to get us out of this."
"Why not?"
"Nothing comes to mind. I guess I'm just brain-dead today," he shrugged. Tarroc scowled. "Oh great! Thanks a lot!"
"Gee, what's your problem?"
"Yew are! Why do yew have to be brain dead TODAY, yew idiot?! Moi father is going to kill me for watchin' moi cousins like...that!"
"Don't call me that!"
"What? Call yew an idiot? IDIOT! IDIOT!"
"YES! DON'T CALL ME AN IDIOT!" he shoved Tarroc, who stumbled backwards for a moment, before catching himself and running at Paladin...
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"Do yew remember now?"
Paladin nodded. "Yes, but I don't see why that's bothered you for all these years. We always had little fights like that-"
"That's not the point! That's just where it all started! After that yew were always rotten to me!"
"-So that's why you tried to kill me?"
"Yes!"
Paladin raised an eyebrow, "You really need to get a life... so that's all you do all day is hate me?"
"Not all Oi do, but most of it is."
Paladin sighed ~What an idiot Tarroc is!~ "Well, can we at least draw a truce now? For our children's sake?"
Tarroc frowned, turning over the idea in his mind. He thought about the look his son had given him, before finally replying, "Oi suppose..."
"Good," said Paladin offering him his hand. Tarroc took it and they shook hands quickly, before letting go, "and I suppose you should probably stay the night tonight also... I'll go get the servants to make you and... and Maggie a room." He left the parlor.
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A/N: All right, that was a fairly short chapter, but chapter 4 will be much longer. Erm... nothing else really to say, 'cept answer reviews...:
Takeme2thehavens (A.K.A. Estie):
YAY FOR THE MOLES! Actually, I'm more of an otter or hare (GO BASIL!) person, but I think the moles have cute voices ^^ Erm... Merry's gonna be a bit evil in this story... as I mentioned on the guild boards, he and Marroc don't really see eye-to-eye. Tank 'oo very muff... ugh... allergy season...
Niph: Thanks, as always. I got the inspiration for the cute Marroc & Pippin moments from Robin Gurl's wee Pip stories... they are very cute and I am going to give them a plug. GO READ ROBIN GURL'S STUFF! WEE!
If I cant get chapter four up this week (which I know I wont be able to- tis gonna be a long one) It wont be next week either because I'll be on vacation for spring break and my mum wont let me bring the laptop *scowls* so I'll be forced to hand write it, which kills me because I am very lazy x.X...
Well, that's about it for now... see y'all later.
~Hippy