Snow Flakes
By Robin Girl
Chapter 1
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Just a little Pippin story. It's AU because Pippin is little. ^^ Like in my story Just Can't Help Falling In Love With You. He's 7 years old. Hope you like it. ~~
Pippin picked up some snow and packed it into a snowball. "Strider."
Aragorn turned around he'd learned to answer to both names. The young Took couldn't pronounce Aragorn correctly so he had stayed with Strider.
Splat!
A snowball hit him straight in the face. A fit of giggles emitted from Pippin. "You goose." Aragorn replied using the nickname that Merry called the young hobbit. Aragorn wiped the snow off trying to look mad.
Pippin ran up still giggling. "You have snow in your hair.."
Aragorn couldn't stay mad any longer and scooped the hobbit lad up in his arms. "No thanks to you. Why are you back here?" He looked around and saw Merry and Boromir running towards them. "Does Merry know you're back here?"
The 7 year old shook his head timidly. "No."
"Peregrin Took you ever do that again and I'll tie you to me with your scarf." Merry scolded. "You scared me so."
"I'm sorry Merry." Pippin pouted, "Are you mad?"
Merry sighed, "No Pip, I'm not mad. Just don't do it again alright?"
Pippin nodded.
Then Merry noticed Aragorn's hair and giggled, "Strider what's in your hair?"
"Your cousin threw a snow ball at me."
"I see he hit his target straight on."
"Good job Peregrin." Pippin beamed. Boromir had told him that Aragorn had needed to be cheered up so he hit him with a snowball. To the Seven Year Old it made since. You get happy when you get hit with snowballs.
Pippin climbed out of Aragorns arms and hugged Boromir's leg, "Can I have a piggy back ride?"
"I guess.." Boromir bent down and let Pippin climb. Small hands gripped the man's shoulder. "Ready little one?"
"I'm ready."
Boromir trudged up the snow hill catching up with the others Aragorn and Merry not far behind. 1 hour later little snow flurries started coming down. Boromir put Pippin down and let him walk and play in the snow. They were almost to their camp site and figured it was ok if Pippin was allowed down. "Now Mr. Frodo you sit right here, I'll take care of everything."
Frodo nodded not wanting to argue. Instead his blue eyes watched Pippin. The little hobbit came up and sat on his knees. His little curly head laid on Frodo's legs, "Whatcha Doin'?"
"Just sitting."
"I've never seen so much snow before." Pippin whispered.
Frodo smiled tiredly at Pippin's innocence, "There is a lot isn't it?" Frodo patted Pippin's hair, "Are you warm?"
Pippin nodded, "My hands are a little cold, but other than that I'm warm."
"Let me warm your hands up then." Frodo gently took both hands and unbuttoned his coat and put Pip's hands in the coat.
Pippin climbed into the Ring Bearer's lap snuggling close, "Are you ok?"
"Of course, why do you ask?"
"You look sick. Is it the ring?" Pippin's little fingers touched the band of gold. Frodo only let Pip touch it. The young hobbit was to little to be affected by the evil.
"No Pip, I'm jus' a little tired."
"That's ok. I'm hungry. So you be tired and I'll be hungry."
"When aren't you hungry?"
Pippin giggled in Frodo's neck. "Never.."
"That's what I thought." Frodo always felt happier when he was around Pippin. The younger hobbit made him feel so joyful.
"Pippin! Frodo! Come over here where we can see you. The snows getting worse." Gandalf called.
Frodo stood and carried Pippin over beside the fire. A low growl made Frodo jump. Then he laughed, "Oh my. You gave me a scare." His blue eyes glanced over at Merry and Sam who were both cooking. "Better hurry up, we have a very hungry hobbit over here. His tummy growls like a dragon."
Merry laughed, "Tell me about it. You'd think he hadn't eaten for a year."
Gimli came and sat beside Frodo putting his hands near the fire. Green eyes peaked out from under Frodo's arm. They glanced over at the drawf. Pippin still didn't trust the Drawf. He looked scary, though familiar at the same time, almost like- "You look like Santa Clause."
The Drawf looked over confused, "Who?"
Pippin was shocked now. He forgot his fear and climbed out off Frodo's lap sitting beside Gimli. "Santa. Don'tcha know who Santa Clause is?"
"No," Gimli sighed, "Afraid not."
Pippin's face looked so shocked that Gimli was afraid he'd done something wrong. "You DON'T know who Santa Clause is?" The young hobbit looked over to Frodo, "Frodo, he's never heard of Santa."
Frodo stifled a giggle. Gimli had started a battle now. "Santa is a big fat jolly hobbit who brings gifts to hobbit children on Yule Eve."
"Oh, we have a Yule Drawf that does that."
"The Yule Drawf?" Pippin wrinkled his nose thinking of a huge drawf handing presents out. He giggled then nodded, "Sounds interesting."
"Hoy dinner's ready." Sam called.
Pippin stood and held the drawf's hand in his. His small fingers barely made their way around. Gimli was confused and didn't understand. "Come on Gimi. Let's go eat."
For once the Drawf smiled. Maybe it was the way Pippin incorrectly pronounced his name or maybe it was the innocence in the statement. What ever it was he was grinning now.
Aragorn looked over from his spot amused. No one, not even a dwarf could ignore the little hobbit, Pippin was so cute and innocent. No matter how cold your heart was you couldn't withstand his love for long. Even Gandalf softened back to the Grand Father figure he was before the quest started.
Last night Pippin had gotten cold, the poor hobbit was shivering so much that Merry had been panicking because he couldn't stop him from shaking. The old wizard took Pippin from Meriadoc and held him close wrapping the small body up in his robes. The twinkle had once again reappeared in Gandalf's eyes.
"Strider come on." Pippin called.
"I'm coming little one." Then Aragorn noticed Legolas. The elf hadn't moved or talked for awhile. Was something wrong? "Come Legolas, you must eat something."
Legolas nodded almost in a trance. His eyes scanned the group fixing on little Pippin. Something was wrong, very wrong.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked very softly almost a whisper.
"I have tuned in on Master Peregrin's vital signs."
The Ranger's eyes widened. He had heard of some elves that could do that but had never actually seen anyone who could. "You can do that?"
"Yes, but it's hard." Then the elf turned back to the problem. "He is weakening drastically."
"What are you saying?"
"I am saying he is either dying or falling ill."
"He is not dying. I will not believe it." Aragorn pushed all of those thoughts out. Pippin was not dying. He probably just had a cold. Yes, that was it, only a cold.
"As much as I dread saying this, if it is meant to be then you can not stop it."
"We are not going to mention this to the hobbits."
"Alright, so be it." Legolas nodded, "I will have a discussion with Gandalf though."
"You may but out of ear shot for the others." A little hand pulled on Legolas's finger. Both human and elf looked down to see Pippin. "Sam says your food will be eaten if you don't come on and eat."
Aragorn gave Legolas a warning glance and patted the halfling's head lovingly. "We're coming young one."
Legolas put on a fake smile and picked Pippin up carrying him over to the group. ::Elbreath* don't let this child fall into darkness. Use your godly power and spare him.::
End Chapter 1
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*Elbreath- did I get that right? O.o; I have misplaced my copy of LOTR but I remember them saying it.or reading it some where..HELP!
Well that's the first chapter. It's all written (the whole story I mean) I just have to type it all up. LOL Please review! Robin Girl ~~~
~~
Just a little Pippin story. It's AU because Pippin is little. ^^ Like in my story Just Can't Help Falling In Love With You. He's 7 years old. Hope you like it. ~~
Pippin picked up some snow and packed it into a snowball. "Strider."
Aragorn turned around he'd learned to answer to both names. The young Took couldn't pronounce Aragorn correctly so he had stayed with Strider.
Splat!
A snowball hit him straight in the face. A fit of giggles emitted from Pippin. "You goose." Aragorn replied using the nickname that Merry called the young hobbit. Aragorn wiped the snow off trying to look mad.
Pippin ran up still giggling. "You have snow in your hair.."
Aragorn couldn't stay mad any longer and scooped the hobbit lad up in his arms. "No thanks to you. Why are you back here?" He looked around and saw Merry and Boromir running towards them. "Does Merry know you're back here?"
The 7 year old shook his head timidly. "No."
"Peregrin Took you ever do that again and I'll tie you to me with your scarf." Merry scolded. "You scared me so."
"I'm sorry Merry." Pippin pouted, "Are you mad?"
Merry sighed, "No Pip, I'm not mad. Just don't do it again alright?"
Pippin nodded.
Then Merry noticed Aragorn's hair and giggled, "Strider what's in your hair?"
"Your cousin threw a snow ball at me."
"I see he hit his target straight on."
"Good job Peregrin." Pippin beamed. Boromir had told him that Aragorn had needed to be cheered up so he hit him with a snowball. To the Seven Year Old it made since. You get happy when you get hit with snowballs.
Pippin climbed out of Aragorns arms and hugged Boromir's leg, "Can I have a piggy back ride?"
"I guess.." Boromir bent down and let Pippin climb. Small hands gripped the man's shoulder. "Ready little one?"
"I'm ready."
Boromir trudged up the snow hill catching up with the others Aragorn and Merry not far behind. 1 hour later little snow flurries started coming down. Boromir put Pippin down and let him walk and play in the snow. They were almost to their camp site and figured it was ok if Pippin was allowed down. "Now Mr. Frodo you sit right here, I'll take care of everything."
Frodo nodded not wanting to argue. Instead his blue eyes watched Pippin. The little hobbit came up and sat on his knees. His little curly head laid on Frodo's legs, "Whatcha Doin'?"
"Just sitting."
"I've never seen so much snow before." Pippin whispered.
Frodo smiled tiredly at Pippin's innocence, "There is a lot isn't it?" Frodo patted Pippin's hair, "Are you warm?"
Pippin nodded, "My hands are a little cold, but other than that I'm warm."
"Let me warm your hands up then." Frodo gently took both hands and unbuttoned his coat and put Pip's hands in the coat.
Pippin climbed into the Ring Bearer's lap snuggling close, "Are you ok?"
"Of course, why do you ask?"
"You look sick. Is it the ring?" Pippin's little fingers touched the band of gold. Frodo only let Pip touch it. The young hobbit was to little to be affected by the evil.
"No Pip, I'm jus' a little tired."
"That's ok. I'm hungry. So you be tired and I'll be hungry."
"When aren't you hungry?"
Pippin giggled in Frodo's neck. "Never.."
"That's what I thought." Frodo always felt happier when he was around Pippin. The younger hobbit made him feel so joyful.
"Pippin! Frodo! Come over here where we can see you. The snows getting worse." Gandalf called.
Frodo stood and carried Pippin over beside the fire. A low growl made Frodo jump. Then he laughed, "Oh my. You gave me a scare." His blue eyes glanced over at Merry and Sam who were both cooking. "Better hurry up, we have a very hungry hobbit over here. His tummy growls like a dragon."
Merry laughed, "Tell me about it. You'd think he hadn't eaten for a year."
Gimli came and sat beside Frodo putting his hands near the fire. Green eyes peaked out from under Frodo's arm. They glanced over at the drawf. Pippin still didn't trust the Drawf. He looked scary, though familiar at the same time, almost like- "You look like Santa Clause."
The Drawf looked over confused, "Who?"
Pippin was shocked now. He forgot his fear and climbed out off Frodo's lap sitting beside Gimli. "Santa. Don'tcha know who Santa Clause is?"
"No," Gimli sighed, "Afraid not."
Pippin's face looked so shocked that Gimli was afraid he'd done something wrong. "You DON'T know who Santa Clause is?" The young hobbit looked over to Frodo, "Frodo, he's never heard of Santa."
Frodo stifled a giggle. Gimli had started a battle now. "Santa is a big fat jolly hobbit who brings gifts to hobbit children on Yule Eve."
"Oh, we have a Yule Drawf that does that."
"The Yule Drawf?" Pippin wrinkled his nose thinking of a huge drawf handing presents out. He giggled then nodded, "Sounds interesting."
"Hoy dinner's ready." Sam called.
Pippin stood and held the drawf's hand in his. His small fingers barely made their way around. Gimli was confused and didn't understand. "Come on Gimi. Let's go eat."
For once the Drawf smiled. Maybe it was the way Pippin incorrectly pronounced his name or maybe it was the innocence in the statement. What ever it was he was grinning now.
Aragorn looked over from his spot amused. No one, not even a dwarf could ignore the little hobbit, Pippin was so cute and innocent. No matter how cold your heart was you couldn't withstand his love for long. Even Gandalf softened back to the Grand Father figure he was before the quest started.
Last night Pippin had gotten cold, the poor hobbit was shivering so much that Merry had been panicking because he couldn't stop him from shaking. The old wizard took Pippin from Meriadoc and held him close wrapping the small body up in his robes. The twinkle had once again reappeared in Gandalf's eyes.
"Strider come on." Pippin called.
"I'm coming little one." Then Aragorn noticed Legolas. The elf hadn't moved or talked for awhile. Was something wrong? "Come Legolas, you must eat something."
Legolas nodded almost in a trance. His eyes scanned the group fixing on little Pippin. Something was wrong, very wrong.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked very softly almost a whisper.
"I have tuned in on Master Peregrin's vital signs."
The Ranger's eyes widened. He had heard of some elves that could do that but had never actually seen anyone who could. "You can do that?"
"Yes, but it's hard." Then the elf turned back to the problem. "He is weakening drastically."
"What are you saying?"
"I am saying he is either dying or falling ill."
"He is not dying. I will not believe it." Aragorn pushed all of those thoughts out. Pippin was not dying. He probably just had a cold. Yes, that was it, only a cold.
"As much as I dread saying this, if it is meant to be then you can not stop it."
"We are not going to mention this to the hobbits."
"Alright, so be it." Legolas nodded, "I will have a discussion with Gandalf though."
"You may but out of ear shot for the others." A little hand pulled on Legolas's finger. Both human and elf looked down to see Pippin. "Sam says your food will be eaten if you don't come on and eat."
Aragorn gave Legolas a warning glance and patted the halfling's head lovingly. "We're coming young one."
Legolas put on a fake smile and picked Pippin up carrying him over to the group. ::Elbreath* don't let this child fall into darkness. Use your godly power and spare him.::
End Chapter 1
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*Elbreath- did I get that right? O.o; I have misplaced my copy of LOTR but I remember them saying it.or reading it some where..HELP!
Well that's the first chapter. It's all written (the whole story I mean) I just have to type it all up. LOL Please review! Robin Girl ~~~