A/N and Disclaimer
WOOHOO! More reviewers!!!! Thanks so much! So thank you to....
~Sum41grl: Sorry I haven't made the chapters any longer, I can only write in short little bits, lol, darn how I hate that. And here's your very own talking Pippin plushie!
Sum41grl; **squeezes plushie** Pippin Plushie- They come in pints! I'm getting one!
~Kat: Lol, thanks! And here's your Pippin plushie!!!!
Kat- Yay!!!! **squeezes plushies cute little belly** Pippin Plushie- What about second breakfast?
~Nikki: Three cheers for Billy Boyd! I would suggest his personal website to rabid fans, such as myself. Billyboyd.net (don't capitalize the first B, my works keeps capitalizing it)
Nikki's Pippin Plushie- Right, so where are we going?
Okay, now that that's taken care of, I think this story is getting less and less angsty by the chapter. I may have to throw in an emotional part here soon. But I'm almost all the way through with this! It's at the beginning of the third book/movie now! What to do!? I'm thinking about a parody next. A Lord of the Rings one of course, but that'll come soon enough. Read on!!! **I own no one.**
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Laughing didn't exactly seem appropriate at the time, but Pippin never was one to be very appropriate anyway.
So he laughed.
The sound of cheerful laughter in the peaceful, sanctuary-like harbor sounded awkward. But to the happy hobbit with the tear stained face, the sound of laughter delighted him.
Merry stared. Pippin must have gone mad with grief.
Yes, that was the reason.
"Pippin?"
More laughter. It was actually quite funny. Seeing him like that. Helpless with giggles.
"Pippin!" Merry squeaked, a little more high pitched than he'd wanted it to come out. He wasn't going to laugh. But the suppressed mirth was building up inside him.
And then they were both helpless with laughter, rolling around on their backs on the stone quay, gasping for air.
"Merry, do you remember Isengard?" Pippin asked once they were breathing normally again.
"Of course. And the Ents and such..."
"No, I mean really remember. Remember that night before Gandalf and Strider and Legolas and Gimli came to Isengard? Do you remember it?" Pippin asked fondly.
"Yes I remember it." Merry said quietly, turning on his side to look at Pippin. "That was the night before you got it in you head to take that stone. Then you had a little fit on the floor with it, scaring me half to death. Of course I remember it, you fool of a Took."
Pippin grinned. That was his Merry.
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Review!!! Please! (if you wants your plushie's quote changed or you don't have one yet, you have to review!!! Muhahahahaha!)
WOOHOO! More reviewers!!!! Thanks so much! So thank you to....
~Sum41grl: Sorry I haven't made the chapters any longer, I can only write in short little bits, lol, darn how I hate that. And here's your very own talking Pippin plushie!
Sum41grl; **squeezes plushie** Pippin Plushie- They come in pints! I'm getting one!
~Kat: Lol, thanks! And here's your Pippin plushie!!!!
Kat- Yay!!!! **squeezes plushies cute little belly** Pippin Plushie- What about second breakfast?
~Nikki: Three cheers for Billy Boyd! I would suggest his personal website to rabid fans, such as myself. Billyboyd.net (don't capitalize the first B, my works keeps capitalizing it)
Nikki's Pippin Plushie- Right, so where are we going?
Okay, now that that's taken care of, I think this story is getting less and less angsty by the chapter. I may have to throw in an emotional part here soon. But I'm almost all the way through with this! It's at the beginning of the third book/movie now! What to do!? I'm thinking about a parody next. A Lord of the Rings one of course, but that'll come soon enough. Read on!!! **I own no one.**
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Laughing didn't exactly seem appropriate at the time, but Pippin never was one to be very appropriate anyway.
So he laughed.
The sound of cheerful laughter in the peaceful, sanctuary-like harbor sounded awkward. But to the happy hobbit with the tear stained face, the sound of laughter delighted him.
Merry stared. Pippin must have gone mad with grief.
Yes, that was the reason.
"Pippin?"
More laughter. It was actually quite funny. Seeing him like that. Helpless with giggles.
"Pippin!" Merry squeaked, a little more high pitched than he'd wanted it to come out. He wasn't going to laugh. But the suppressed mirth was building up inside him.
And then they were both helpless with laughter, rolling around on their backs on the stone quay, gasping for air.
"Merry, do you remember Isengard?" Pippin asked once they were breathing normally again.
"Of course. And the Ents and such..."
"No, I mean really remember. Remember that night before Gandalf and Strider and Legolas and Gimli came to Isengard? Do you remember it?" Pippin asked fondly.
"Yes I remember it." Merry said quietly, turning on his side to look at Pippin. "That was the night before you got it in you head to take that stone. Then you had a little fit on the floor with it, scaring me half to death. Of course I remember it, you fool of a Took."
Pippin grinned. That was his Merry.
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Review!!! Please! (if you wants your plushie's quote changed or you don't have one yet, you have to review!!! Muhahahahaha!)