I Would Never Betray You,
Please Remember Me
"Frodo, what's a Nazgul?" asked Pippin.
So Frodo explained of how it was a Black Rider, but left out the part where they would never stop hunting him while he had it. After a brief climb up the stairs, and a silence they reached what appeared to be the human's room.
"This is his room, Pip."
"What's his name, cousin?"
"We're supposed to call him Strider. He's going to be helping me along on the Quest. He's going to guide us to Rivendell, then we'll figure out what to do from there," Frodo whispered. "Hopefully we can just keep it there, then go home," just at the mention of home it made Frodo and Pippin grin.
"Can we trust him?" inquired Pip.
"We don't have much of a choice. I warn you though, he looks foul, but speaks fair."
"Okay, Frodo," he said as they opened the door. There was a strange silence throughout the room. Sam was already lying down in bed, but Pip did not see Merry. Pippin did not greet this 'Strider' and Sam first. "Where's Merry?" Was the first words to escape his mouth. The man looked up at him.
"He's not here. He's outside somewhere," Strider answered matter of factly.
"Oh. Why is he out there? Aren't the gates already closed?" the fear evident in his voice.
"They're waiting for him."
"Thanks. Oh, and hi," Pippin said looking at Strider in full. It had been an understatement to say 'he looks foul'. Frodo then proceeded to show Pip the letter he had received from Gandalf.
Finally, after a while, Merry finally showed up. He clambered into the room. He sat down on the bed, and explained what had happened while he was out there, and read the letter. He just ignored Pippin, and everything he said to him. It was getting on later in the night, and Strider had already told them to go to sleep when Pippin got the nerve to really talk to Merry, who happened to be on his right side, while Sam was on his left. Which was not overly comforting.
"Merry,"
"What?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Oh, it's you. Shut up and go to sleep, fool. Trust me, you'll need it."
"Merry? What is going on? Tell me. Do you really hate me as well? Not just for that one thing surely," Pippin said with uncertainty. Merry laughed at Pip. Merry would possibly wake up Strider with his mirth. "Merry, what is wrong with you?"
"Wrong with me?" he sounded surprised. "Fool, you're the only one with the problem. Yes, actually, I do hate you. Not just for your little mess up today, but that's the main thing, you betrayer," Merry's word stung Pippin.
"Merry!"
Pippin couldn't feel his heart beating. All he felt was an inevitable doom, and the sorrow and pain of losing his best friend. 'Merry hates you, Pippin,' Was all he could think. 'Merry hates you. He's the only friend you really need in life, and you lost him!' He couldn't believe it though. They had been friends for so long. Maybe that was the problem. Merry had been around him so long. Maybe no one could stand him that long. 'If that's it, you haven't a hope of marriage either, idiot. You are a fool of a Took. The biggest fool of them all,' All of the good things in Pippin's life he had hopes for seemed to be disappearing right before his eyes. Death sounded oh-so-good at the moment. Although, he would wish for it more in the coming weeks.
The only thing Pippin could ask or say was, "Merry, why? Why, Merry, why?"
"That's going to be Mr. Brandybuck to you, betrayer. I don't have to answer you, but I will. I hate you because you're so annoying, self-centered, you always got me in trouble for what *you* did, all of your pathetic whining, and now you go around trying to get us all killed. I can't take it anymore, betraying fool. I can't take it." Pippin looked at Merry, who had just said that, in horror.
"You don't mean that Merry?! Right?! You can't mean that, Merry! You're my bestest friend in all of Middle-earth! I can't live without your friendship!!! Merry..."
"Pippin, shut your trap! You might wake up Strider," Merry said rather annoyed.
"Me, wake up Strider?" he asked in surprise. "You're being louder than I am, Merry!" Pip exclaimed. Merry sighed.
"Actually, you were being louder than me. I don't want to argue with you any longer, fool."
"Why do you keep calling me fool?" Pippin started, so dangerously close to tears from this conversation it wasn't funny. "What's going to happen to me? I deserve to know seeming as IT IS MY life."
"I don't think you really want to know," the Brandybuck replied surely with a yawn.
"Yes, I do want to know, Meriadoc Brandybuck! I NEED to know!"
"Fine, Pippin. I'll tell you, since you're so set on it. You have to not speak to me anymore until you leave tomorrow though if I tell you."
Pippin had to think about that. 'What does he mean by saying I'm leaving tomorrow?' There were also still lots of things he wanted to tell Merry and ask. He also wanted to say "Sorry" as often as his vocal chords would allow. He had only truly known Merry hated him for less than 5 minutes and he was already having problems. He needed his cousin; Merry still was his best friend. Pippin had always thought he and Merry would never be separated and always be the best of friends, but a lot of things he thought seemed to be going up in smoke lately. It just wasn't fair. Things were going to get a lot worse though starting within the next few sentences.
"Okay, but I HAVE to tell you something first!"
"Get it over with, betraying fool," he stated frustrated.
"I'm so, so, so very extremely sorry for what I said, Mer. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-"
"Stop that Pip. Are you certain that you want to know just yet? You'd have to be told in the morning anyway," Merry actually had a small look of concern in his eyes. 'Does he not want to hurt me anymore tonight? Do I really need to know if they're going to tell me tomorrow?' Pippin knew the answer to that right away. He had to know what was going to happen in his life. He had to.
"Have it your way, Pip- er- fool. If you must know, tomorrow you're going to be sold into slavery first thing tomorrow morning."
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A/N: AHHH!!!!! Poor Pippin. :( . *sniff, sniff* What's gonna happen to him? Will Merry, Frodo, or Sam decide against having him put into slavery, or has Merry and Sam truly lost it? Review to get the next chapter to find out...
Disclaimer: I still don't own the Prancing Pony (still luv ya, Butterbur!), or the characters (still the best, Tolkien, thanks!), don't own anything else in this story (not even the title :C ), and I make no money.
Please review if you would like to see anymore, but FLAMES ARE NOT ALLOWED FOR THIS OR ANYOTHER OF MY STORIES!!!!! Thank you!!! G'bye Entmoot
Please Remember Me
"Frodo, what's a Nazgul?" asked Pippin.
So Frodo explained of how it was a Black Rider, but left out the part where they would never stop hunting him while he had it. After a brief climb up the stairs, and a silence they reached what appeared to be the human's room.
"This is his room, Pip."
"What's his name, cousin?"
"We're supposed to call him Strider. He's going to be helping me along on the Quest. He's going to guide us to Rivendell, then we'll figure out what to do from there," Frodo whispered. "Hopefully we can just keep it there, then go home," just at the mention of home it made Frodo and Pippin grin.
"Can we trust him?" inquired Pip.
"We don't have much of a choice. I warn you though, he looks foul, but speaks fair."
"Okay, Frodo," he said as they opened the door. There was a strange silence throughout the room. Sam was already lying down in bed, but Pip did not see Merry. Pippin did not greet this 'Strider' and Sam first. "Where's Merry?" Was the first words to escape his mouth. The man looked up at him.
"He's not here. He's outside somewhere," Strider answered matter of factly.
"Oh. Why is he out there? Aren't the gates already closed?" the fear evident in his voice.
"They're waiting for him."
"Thanks. Oh, and hi," Pippin said looking at Strider in full. It had been an understatement to say 'he looks foul'. Frodo then proceeded to show Pip the letter he had received from Gandalf.
Finally, after a while, Merry finally showed up. He clambered into the room. He sat down on the bed, and explained what had happened while he was out there, and read the letter. He just ignored Pippin, and everything he said to him. It was getting on later in the night, and Strider had already told them to go to sleep when Pippin got the nerve to really talk to Merry, who happened to be on his right side, while Sam was on his left. Which was not overly comforting.
"Merry,"
"What?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Oh, it's you. Shut up and go to sleep, fool. Trust me, you'll need it."
"Merry? What is going on? Tell me. Do you really hate me as well? Not just for that one thing surely," Pippin said with uncertainty. Merry laughed at Pip. Merry would possibly wake up Strider with his mirth. "Merry, what is wrong with you?"
"Wrong with me?" he sounded surprised. "Fool, you're the only one with the problem. Yes, actually, I do hate you. Not just for your little mess up today, but that's the main thing, you betrayer," Merry's word stung Pippin.
"Merry!"
Pippin couldn't feel his heart beating. All he felt was an inevitable doom, and the sorrow and pain of losing his best friend. 'Merry hates you, Pippin,' Was all he could think. 'Merry hates you. He's the only friend you really need in life, and you lost him!' He couldn't believe it though. They had been friends for so long. Maybe that was the problem. Merry had been around him so long. Maybe no one could stand him that long. 'If that's it, you haven't a hope of marriage either, idiot. You are a fool of a Took. The biggest fool of them all,' All of the good things in Pippin's life he had hopes for seemed to be disappearing right before his eyes. Death sounded oh-so-good at the moment. Although, he would wish for it more in the coming weeks.
The only thing Pippin could ask or say was, "Merry, why? Why, Merry, why?"
"That's going to be Mr. Brandybuck to you, betrayer. I don't have to answer you, but I will. I hate you because you're so annoying, self-centered, you always got me in trouble for what *you* did, all of your pathetic whining, and now you go around trying to get us all killed. I can't take it anymore, betraying fool. I can't take it." Pippin looked at Merry, who had just said that, in horror.
"You don't mean that Merry?! Right?! You can't mean that, Merry! You're my bestest friend in all of Middle-earth! I can't live without your friendship!!! Merry..."
"Pippin, shut your trap! You might wake up Strider," Merry said rather annoyed.
"Me, wake up Strider?" he asked in surprise. "You're being louder than I am, Merry!" Pip exclaimed. Merry sighed.
"Actually, you were being louder than me. I don't want to argue with you any longer, fool."
"Why do you keep calling me fool?" Pippin started, so dangerously close to tears from this conversation it wasn't funny. "What's going to happen to me? I deserve to know seeming as IT IS MY life."
"I don't think you really want to know," the Brandybuck replied surely with a yawn.
"Yes, I do want to know, Meriadoc Brandybuck! I NEED to know!"
"Fine, Pippin. I'll tell you, since you're so set on it. You have to not speak to me anymore until you leave tomorrow though if I tell you."
Pippin had to think about that. 'What does he mean by saying I'm leaving tomorrow?' There were also still lots of things he wanted to tell Merry and ask. He also wanted to say "Sorry" as often as his vocal chords would allow. He had only truly known Merry hated him for less than 5 minutes and he was already having problems. He needed his cousin; Merry still was his best friend. Pippin had always thought he and Merry would never be separated and always be the best of friends, but a lot of things he thought seemed to be going up in smoke lately. It just wasn't fair. Things were going to get a lot worse though starting within the next few sentences.
"Okay, but I HAVE to tell you something first!"
"Get it over with, betraying fool," he stated frustrated.
"I'm so, so, so very extremely sorry for what I said, Mer. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-"
"Stop that Pip. Are you certain that you want to know just yet? You'd have to be told in the morning anyway," Merry actually had a small look of concern in his eyes. 'Does he not want to hurt me anymore tonight? Do I really need to know if they're going to tell me tomorrow?' Pippin knew the answer to that right away. He had to know what was going to happen in his life. He had to.
"Have it your way, Pip- er- fool. If you must know, tomorrow you're going to be sold into slavery first thing tomorrow morning."
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A/N: AHHH!!!!! Poor Pippin. :( . *sniff, sniff* What's gonna happen to him? Will Merry, Frodo, or Sam decide against having him put into slavery, or has Merry and Sam truly lost it? Review to get the next chapter to find out...
Disclaimer: I still don't own the Prancing Pony (still luv ya, Butterbur!), or the characters (still the best, Tolkien, thanks!), don't own anything else in this story (not even the title :C ), and I make no money.
Please review if you would like to see anymore, but FLAMES ARE NOT ALLOWED FOR THIS OR ANYOTHER OF MY STORIES!!!!! Thank you!!! G'bye Entmoot