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you'll see a little something in here that you may recognize...
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LYALF!!! Now, to the story...
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I Would Never Betray You,
Please Remember Me
Pippin's eyes widened in horror. This couldn't be true! He was the next thain of the Great Smials, for crying out loud!!! He decided that Merry was surely just joking, but he wasn't so sure.
"Merry, you ARE joking, right? Please tell me you are, please..."
"Betraying fool, I told you that you wouldn't want to know. I try to do something sort of nice for ya, and you won't let me."
"MERRY!!! I wouldn't call selling me into slavery 'nice'! That's just sheer evil!"
"Well, in my mind, so are you."
Pippin couldn't take this any longer. He couldn't listen any longer. 'Merry must be lying. He COULDN'T mean that, he couldn't... Being sold into slavery? That can't happen either! I'm their cousin, they wouldn't..... they couldn't..... Da would buy me back though, I know he would!' he though with uncertainty. He just couldn't believe all that was happening to him. He tried to think back as to what had happened on this very eventful night. 'Stupid Sudo got me to rat out on Frodo,' he shuddered at the word rat, 'Merry got mad. Frodo tried to help. Merry was gone. Strider was going to try to help. Merry hates me,' Pippin thought yet again to himself. He almost couldn't go on thinking. Teardrops started rolling down his cheeks again. 'Sam doesn't like me. And now...and now...' he was forcing himself to think it. 'They're threatening to put me into slavery,' his body started racking with sobs. He couldn't help it. He also didn't care if he woke up Strider, or anyone else in that cursed place.
"Pippin, stop it!" growled Sam who rolled over so not to hear the weeping so loud.
"Shut it, betrayer, shut it!" hissed Merry.
Pippin closed his eyes and tried to hold in his sobs. He was still pouring down tears, he just wasn't making as much sound. Frodo was pretending to be asleep, and pretending he didn't hear or know Pippin was crying. Strider was not awakened, it seemed. Eventually through the tears Pippin fell asleep. Uneasy, cruel dreams haunted him the rest of the night, but would not allow him to wake up. Finally, it came. It was the morning. Pippin was whimpering in his sleep. He wouldn't have his sleep for much longer.
"Perigrin Took! Wake up, you lazy sluggard!" exclaimed Merry jokingly as he started shaking Pippin. Pippin still thinking he was in a dream was just a little startled.
"Yes, sir!" He quickly jumped out of bed to attention, still a little groggy, for he had not really slept that well.
"You called me 'Sir', Pippin?" Merry inquired raising an eyebrow.
Pippin was glad to see this. Merry was acting a little more like his normal self. 'Wait, you idiot! Maybe all of that was just a dream! You've awakened from it! You're not going to be sold into slavery, Merry doesn't hate you, and all is going well. As well as it can get before my breakfasts and tea anyway,' he thought smiling. He laughed.
"Sorry, Merry, I just had a strange, bad dream last night," Pippin said grinning ear to ear. Although, Merry's joking eyes changed to serious ones. Pippin just gathered that he was going to ask how bad his dream was or something, what it was, if he was okay, and if he was too badly disturbed from it.
"Sorry? What for, fool?" Merry started. Pippin's face fell knowing now what was going on. "You're sorry because you called my 'Sir', aren't you? You're not supposed to be. That's what you ARE to call me from now on, betrayer, if'n I ever see you again," Merry said with aversion, glaring at his younger cousin.
"Merry, no... You're not really going to...going to... going to do...that thing to me, are you? You're my best friend, my favorite cousin, and I'm still your friend and family. You wouldn't do that to me, would you? It's not like you. Don't you care about me?" Pippin pleaded.
He looked around, and saw he and Merry were all alone in the room. He wasn't sure if that was a blessing or if it was his end. He looked closely at Merry. For a moment he had a far away look, as if he really did want Pippin to stay with him and be his best friend and cousin he was always with forever. The look quickly changed though.
"Pippin, it's how it goes," Pippin looked at him in terror. "You betrayed us, ratted us out, and if you stayed you would endanger Frodo, Sam, and me even more. You might even put Gandalf and Strider into danger. We just can't risk you coming with us," Merry said looking at Pippin with just a hint of the love and care of a parent; but also with the hate and dislike of an old enemy. Pippin was petrified with fear.
(A/N:*cough* Ah-hem, like in Moria, Pippin? Sorry couldn't resist)
"Merry, I am beyond sorry for what I did. I will NEVER, EVER do anything like that ever again-"
"Pip, you're not going to come with us. Sorry doesn't cut it. You-"
"You don't have to...to...put me into it. Merry, you could just send me home! I'd stay there!"
"How do I know that, Pippin? How do I know that you wouldn't follow us, and possibly get one of us or yourself killed?" Merry sighed hard.
He couldn't believe it. Pippin was still trying to get out of what he had done. Maybe his cousin hadn't meant to put them into death's door, or to betray them, but betray is what Pippin had done. He couldn't believe it. His own best friend and cousin had told where and who Frodo was, and what he had. After Merry had told Sam and Frodo what had happened they had talked. Merry was still really hot, and had actually been the one to suggest that they do... what was going to happen to Pippin. He knew that if they just simply sent him home (because Pippin shouldn't have come anyways. He was still so very young, and not ready.) that Pippin would just follow them. He did NOT want that, but Frodo was very opposed to the idea of Pippin and slavery. They kept talking and making suggestions, none worked. Finally, Merry explained his idea in full to them, as they could think of nothing else. They would put Pippin into slavery, but not for long. As soon as they got the ring to Rivendell and came home they would go get Pip back. Of course Pippin would have changed, would have grown up more, and would be bitter towards them (Merry really dreading that part of it, and Pip being more adultish), but Frodo and them would have more of a chance of making it there and back again alive. They held a vote. Both Merry and Sam voted for that idea, Frodo didn't but accepted it gracefully. By today though, Merry had cooled down a little, but not very much. It was just the thought that he had actually had the idea of putting his own little cousin who needed him into slavery. He didn't like it, but it was the only way.
"Merry, just please don't do it to me, please! I'd do anything, I mean it! Please don't do it, please..." Pippin begged. Merry felt a twang of guilt, but it got quickly replaced after the whole situation replayed in his head. Now he was really angry at Pippin again.
"Fool, I can not undo what has been done by either of us. You betrayed your own family, your OWN flesh and blood! You idiot, you caused more problems for Frodo, and made even more for Sam and me who are trying to help him. You better get your stuff together. The wagon will be here in a little while," Merry said irritably looking out the window. Pippin knew this was the end.
"Merry, you surely don't mean this. You have to be kidding. You're doing this to YOUR own flesh and blood. Don't you even have the slightest care for me?" Pippin asked. Merry look hurt for a moment, nodded, and walked out the door.
"Be ready," Merry said heavily.
After Merry left, Pippin slowly started getting the few belongings he had with him together, and putting them in his bag. He grabbed some food from Butterbur, and waited sadly outside the door. He hadn't heard about their ponies being taken, but if he had he wouldn't have cared. Pippin sat there for about two hours. "The wagon will be here in a little while," Pippin mimicked and spat at the ground. He now hated Merry and Sam for this, and he hated Frodo because he did nothing to help. He wanted to cry again, hoping to relieve the weight of inevitable doom on his chest, but no tears came, and the pressure just kept multiplying. He guessed he had used them all. Pippin spat again and cursed. He hated the world, he hated ale, he hated Sudo Grubb, he hated the ring, he hated this week, this month, this year, and he hated his cousins and the gardener. Then he felt a pair of hands hit his back.
"You there! Are you Perigrin Took?" asked a human. Pippin looked up, fearing the worse and hoping the stinging, red hot, pin-needle pain would stop on his back.
"Y-y-y-yes, s-s-sir," he stuttered with uncertainty.
"Good, you little rascal. I can't wait to get rid of you," he sneered.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked with his used-to-perfection puppy dog eyes.
"Somewhere away from here, you ass," snarled the man.
As Pippin was being loaded onto the wagon like a mule or cattle, with his things which had been thrown into the back (which would be looted before he reached his destination) he heard voices calling him from behind. There were Merry and Frodo. (Sam was getting Bill ready.) Pippin looked at them with eyes of sorrow, hurt, and betrayal.
"Pippin!" Frodo shouted with love for his younger cousin, and started running towards him. 'Why didn't you do anything, Frodo? Curse you to your death!' he thought venomously. 'At least it's only for a little while, but he shall hate me. Curse you Frodo Baggins!!!' Tears stung Frodo's eyes.
The wagon began to move. Merry looked at it with remorse. He couldn't believe he had just sold his cousin to a slave seller. The human threw some coins into Merry's hand. He stared at them, hating them, and dropped them to the ground. Dust went up around the coins, and were being covered, but Merry didn't care.
"Pippin," he started. He was going to tell him not to worry, it wouldn't be long, and that he loved him. He had found out now that he *didn't* hate him. Before he could say anymore Pippin spoke his last words ever heard by Frodo and Merry.
"I would never betray you, please remember me," Pippin spoke, a tear finally falling down his face.
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Awww, poor Pippin!
Although, Pippin torture + hobbit angst = :D I'm happy. Nothing against Pippin (especially in RotK, and when Billy Boyd sings *sigh*), I just love it!
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters or places (love ya Butterbur, love ya Tolkien), and I make no money. Sorry, Tolkien, this idea wouldn't leave me alone!
A/N: There is still one more chapter to be written. This is not over, for I shall have what happened after (way condensed) Pippin got sold. *lost puppy dog eyes that would melt Sauron's heart* Please review!!! I still don't accept flames though!!! Thank you for reading this so far!!! G'bye Entmoot
I Would Never Betray You,
Please Remember Me
Pippin's eyes widened in horror. This couldn't be true! He was the next thain of the Great Smials, for crying out loud!!! He decided that Merry was surely just joking, but he wasn't so sure.
"Merry, you ARE joking, right? Please tell me you are, please..."
"Betraying fool, I told you that you wouldn't want to know. I try to do something sort of nice for ya, and you won't let me."
"MERRY!!! I wouldn't call selling me into slavery 'nice'! That's just sheer evil!"
"Well, in my mind, so are you."
Pippin couldn't take this any longer. He couldn't listen any longer. 'Merry must be lying. He COULDN'T mean that, he couldn't... Being sold into slavery? That can't happen either! I'm their cousin, they wouldn't..... they couldn't..... Da would buy me back though, I know he would!' he though with uncertainty. He just couldn't believe all that was happening to him. He tried to think back as to what had happened on this very eventful night. 'Stupid Sudo got me to rat out on Frodo,' he shuddered at the word rat, 'Merry got mad. Frodo tried to help. Merry was gone. Strider was going to try to help. Merry hates me,' Pippin thought yet again to himself. He almost couldn't go on thinking. Teardrops started rolling down his cheeks again. 'Sam doesn't like me. And now...and now...' he was forcing himself to think it. 'They're threatening to put me into slavery,' his body started racking with sobs. He couldn't help it. He also didn't care if he woke up Strider, or anyone else in that cursed place.
"Pippin, stop it!" growled Sam who rolled over so not to hear the weeping so loud.
"Shut it, betrayer, shut it!" hissed Merry.
Pippin closed his eyes and tried to hold in his sobs. He was still pouring down tears, he just wasn't making as much sound. Frodo was pretending to be asleep, and pretending he didn't hear or know Pippin was crying. Strider was not awakened, it seemed. Eventually through the tears Pippin fell asleep. Uneasy, cruel dreams haunted him the rest of the night, but would not allow him to wake up. Finally, it came. It was the morning. Pippin was whimpering in his sleep. He wouldn't have his sleep for much longer.
"Perigrin Took! Wake up, you lazy sluggard!" exclaimed Merry jokingly as he started shaking Pippin. Pippin still thinking he was in a dream was just a little startled.
"Yes, sir!" He quickly jumped out of bed to attention, still a little groggy, for he had not really slept that well.
"You called me 'Sir', Pippin?" Merry inquired raising an eyebrow.
Pippin was glad to see this. Merry was acting a little more like his normal self. 'Wait, you idiot! Maybe all of that was just a dream! You've awakened from it! You're not going to be sold into slavery, Merry doesn't hate you, and all is going well. As well as it can get before my breakfasts and tea anyway,' he thought smiling. He laughed.
"Sorry, Merry, I just had a strange, bad dream last night," Pippin said grinning ear to ear. Although, Merry's joking eyes changed to serious ones. Pippin just gathered that he was going to ask how bad his dream was or something, what it was, if he was okay, and if he was too badly disturbed from it.
"Sorry? What for, fool?" Merry started. Pippin's face fell knowing now what was going on. "You're sorry because you called my 'Sir', aren't you? You're not supposed to be. That's what you ARE to call me from now on, betrayer, if'n I ever see you again," Merry said with aversion, glaring at his younger cousin.
"Merry, no... You're not really going to...going to... going to do...that thing to me, are you? You're my best friend, my favorite cousin, and I'm still your friend and family. You wouldn't do that to me, would you? It's not like you. Don't you care about me?" Pippin pleaded.
He looked around, and saw he and Merry were all alone in the room. He wasn't sure if that was a blessing or if it was his end. He looked closely at Merry. For a moment he had a far away look, as if he really did want Pippin to stay with him and be his best friend and cousin he was always with forever. The look quickly changed though.
"Pippin, it's how it goes," Pippin looked at him in terror. "You betrayed us, ratted us out, and if you stayed you would endanger Frodo, Sam, and me even more. You might even put Gandalf and Strider into danger. We just can't risk you coming with us," Merry said looking at Pippin with just a hint of the love and care of a parent; but also with the hate and dislike of an old enemy. Pippin was petrified with fear.
(A/N:*cough* Ah-hem, like in Moria, Pippin? Sorry couldn't resist)
"Merry, I am beyond sorry for what I did. I will NEVER, EVER do anything like that ever again-"
"Pip, you're not going to come with us. Sorry doesn't cut it. You-"
"You don't have to...to...put me into it. Merry, you could just send me home! I'd stay there!"
"How do I know that, Pippin? How do I know that you wouldn't follow us, and possibly get one of us or yourself killed?" Merry sighed hard.
He couldn't believe it. Pippin was still trying to get out of what he had done. Maybe his cousin hadn't meant to put them into death's door, or to betray them, but betray is what Pippin had done. He couldn't believe it. His own best friend and cousin had told where and who Frodo was, and what he had. After Merry had told Sam and Frodo what had happened they had talked. Merry was still really hot, and had actually been the one to suggest that they do... what was going to happen to Pippin. He knew that if they just simply sent him home (because Pippin shouldn't have come anyways. He was still so very young, and not ready.) that Pippin would just follow them. He did NOT want that, but Frodo was very opposed to the idea of Pippin and slavery. They kept talking and making suggestions, none worked. Finally, Merry explained his idea in full to them, as they could think of nothing else. They would put Pippin into slavery, but not for long. As soon as they got the ring to Rivendell and came home they would go get Pip back. Of course Pippin would have changed, would have grown up more, and would be bitter towards them (Merry really dreading that part of it, and Pip being more adultish), but Frodo and them would have more of a chance of making it there and back again alive. They held a vote. Both Merry and Sam voted for that idea, Frodo didn't but accepted it gracefully. By today though, Merry had cooled down a little, but not very much. It was just the thought that he had actually had the idea of putting his own little cousin who needed him into slavery. He didn't like it, but it was the only way.
"Merry, just please don't do it to me, please! I'd do anything, I mean it! Please don't do it, please..." Pippin begged. Merry felt a twang of guilt, but it got quickly replaced after the whole situation replayed in his head. Now he was really angry at Pippin again.
"Fool, I can not undo what has been done by either of us. You betrayed your own family, your OWN flesh and blood! You idiot, you caused more problems for Frodo, and made even more for Sam and me who are trying to help him. You better get your stuff together. The wagon will be here in a little while," Merry said irritably looking out the window. Pippin knew this was the end.
"Merry, you surely don't mean this. You have to be kidding. You're doing this to YOUR own flesh and blood. Don't you even have the slightest care for me?" Pippin asked. Merry look hurt for a moment, nodded, and walked out the door.
"Be ready," Merry said heavily.
After Merry left, Pippin slowly started getting the few belongings he had with him together, and putting them in his bag. He grabbed some food from Butterbur, and waited sadly outside the door. He hadn't heard about their ponies being taken, but if he had he wouldn't have cared. Pippin sat there for about two hours. "The wagon will be here in a little while," Pippin mimicked and spat at the ground. He now hated Merry and Sam for this, and he hated Frodo because he did nothing to help. He wanted to cry again, hoping to relieve the weight of inevitable doom on his chest, but no tears came, and the pressure just kept multiplying. He guessed he had used them all. Pippin spat again and cursed. He hated the world, he hated ale, he hated Sudo Grubb, he hated the ring, he hated this week, this month, this year, and he hated his cousins and the gardener. Then he felt a pair of hands hit his back.
"You there! Are you Perigrin Took?" asked a human. Pippin looked up, fearing the worse and hoping the stinging, red hot, pin-needle pain would stop on his back.
"Y-y-y-yes, s-s-sir," he stuttered with uncertainty.
"Good, you little rascal. I can't wait to get rid of you," he sneered.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked with his used-to-perfection puppy dog eyes.
"Somewhere away from here, you ass," snarled the man.
As Pippin was being loaded onto the wagon like a mule or cattle, with his things which had been thrown into the back (which would be looted before he reached his destination) he heard voices calling him from behind. There were Merry and Frodo. (Sam was getting Bill ready.) Pippin looked at them with eyes of sorrow, hurt, and betrayal.
"Pippin!" Frodo shouted with love for his younger cousin, and started running towards him. 'Why didn't you do anything, Frodo? Curse you to your death!' he thought venomously. 'At least it's only for a little while, but he shall hate me. Curse you Frodo Baggins!!!' Tears stung Frodo's eyes.
The wagon began to move. Merry looked at it with remorse. He couldn't believe he had just sold his cousin to a slave seller. The human threw some coins into Merry's hand. He stared at them, hating them, and dropped them to the ground. Dust went up around the coins, and were being covered, but Merry didn't care.
"Pippin," he started. He was going to tell him not to worry, it wouldn't be long, and that he loved him. He had found out now that he *didn't* hate him. Before he could say anymore Pippin spoke his last words ever heard by Frodo and Merry.
"I would never betray you, please remember me," Pippin spoke, a tear finally falling down his face.
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Awww, poor Pippin!
Although, Pippin torture + hobbit angst = :D I'm happy. Nothing against Pippin (especially in RotK, and when Billy Boyd sings *sigh*), I just love it!
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters or places (love ya Butterbur, love ya Tolkien), and I make no money. Sorry, Tolkien, this idea wouldn't leave me alone!
A/N: There is still one more chapter to be written. This is not over, for I shall have what happened after (way condensed) Pippin got sold. *lost puppy dog eyes that would melt Sauron's heart* Please review!!! I still don't accept flames though!!! Thank you for reading this so far!!! G'bye Entmoot