Thanks to all my great reviewers! Just a side note: as always the men are
supposed to have horrible speaking skills and stuff, so they are not really
my errors, so to speak. Thanks. The hobbit plushy thing with quotes is
going to be continued until I *GASP* finish this story. Feel free to do it
for a first time or again (diff quote and/or diff hobbit if you've already
done it), in fact I encourage it. Now, as I promised...
hyperactive forever- Pippin: You need intelligence on this mission...quest...thing.
Unhobbity Hobbit- Pippin: Gollum, Gollum. Frodo: I don't carry water in my pockets!
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I Would Never Betray You,
Please Remember Me
"The ring must be taken to the Cracks of Doom in Mordor," Elrond said, and continued babbling.
Frodo sat there. He was in shock. 'We can't just leave the ring here? Why? Why is this happening to me?'
"One of you. One of you must take it there. Who will take it?" asked Elrond.
Frodo was staring at the ring, displayed in the middle of the council as if it were an object for show at a museum. The ring was speaking, but no one else could hear it probably. Everyone was fighting about who would or wouldn't take it. Frodo's thoughts were flying through his head, almost too fast for him to catch the most of them. 'Someone has to take it.'
'They may be going to their death.'
'Why don't you take it? You got it here.'
'Yes, and I almost died.'
'You should take it. You'd get longer to have it, to hold it... then you could get rid of it. Get rid of it in the mountain.'
'I don't even know the way out of here. I couldn't even chose the right direction to Mordor from the very edge of here.'
'Well, who else could take it? Someone could probably help guide you.'
'Why when they might die, on my behalf?'
'They would die on the behalf on destroying the ring,' Frodo tried to keep the pros and cons going (cons obviously outweighing the pros), but the ring began speaking to him. He couldn't make it leave him alone.
"I'll take it. I'll take it! I'll take the ring to Mordor! ...Though I do not know the way," Frodo said looking around the council members. He received looks of surprise, despise, respect, and bewilderedness.
Then people started coming up to him who actually *wanted* to help him on his way. Sam had jumped out of a bush, and yet again, sworn his loyalty to Frodo.
"You are now the Fellowship of the Ring," said Elrond looking both pleased and plagued.
Elrond went on telling them about as soon as his sons, Elrohir and Elladan, got back from searching, they would begin their journey. Frodo was glad that he had a bit longer left with Bilbo and just being here before the started leaving. Then something hit Frodo as he thought about how he was staying in Rivendell then leaving to go to Mordor. 'I can't go get Pippin!' rushed through his mind.
*****
Pippin awoke to a familiar aroma. An aroma that he could only describe as something he loved. 'I'm in the Shire! I've made it to the Shire!!! I'm almost home!' Pippin smiled warmly recognizing the outskirts of his beloved homeland. He almost even burst out a 'thank you!' to the men.
"What do you look so happy 'bout, eh, Yer?" sneered Chakamir. "Ye glad to be home? Awww, ain't it so cute, Tenole? Li'l' Yer is glad to be in his li'l ol' homeland. Isn't that so sweet? Awwwww..."
"Yes, Chakamir, it's quite touching," Tenole said pretending to wipe away an invisible fake tear. "IT has feelings, it does..." he carried on, emphasizing the word "it".
Pippin didn't like the way that the men were talking to him, but he enjoyed just being around his home. At least he now had something comforting around him. Pippin looked around, as if this was the first time he had ever seen the Shire. He looked at it, like a kid looks at the first ride it sees his/her first time at a theme park. Pippin could feel his happiness flowing through his blood. 'Wherever they take me here either: (a) my parents/siblings/family will come and buy me or (b) I'll run away to my beloved home in the Great Smials,' he thought as if nothing could go wrong now that he was back in the Shire.
After riding in the wagon a few more hours, Pippin found himself in Hobbiton. He wondered why they were there. 'What family here in their right minds would want to have a slave?' Then the only two people that could ever be *that* horrible in Hobbiton names came to mind. He was going to be sold to Ted Sandyman or Lobiela Sackville-Baggins. This was not good. He knew there was also the possibility of being given to more traders and taken somewhere very far from his homeland. At least whoever took him here he had more of a chance of running-away from to his own home. 'Running away to get home,' he thought and almost smiled. He used to have thought about running away from his home, and going to live with Merry. Now, he was trying to run away from a situation Merry had put him in, to his home. It was almost complete irony.
"Who, where are you taking me?" Pippin asked shyly, as his arm still hurt really badly.
He had almost forgotten it in excitement, but then it hit the side of the wagon on a bump. Unfortunately, for Pippin the brand served it's purpose well. If anyone saw him they would gawk at him, wide eyed and mouths ajar. A few hobbits asked him about it while they were near him, but the Took just ignored the questions and hung his head in shame.
"Where are we taking you, eh? Well, look at where you at. See them holes in the ground? Did ye see the sign that said what town you were in, Yer? You're going in one o' dos holes in this town," said Chakamir as if he was talking to a seven year old hobbit.*
"Oh," replied Pippin not really knowing what to say. 'Could he be more obvious?' he wondered sarcastically before Tenole continued.
"You wanna know who the owner is, Yer?"
"Yes, please," Pip answered hoping he'd get his answer.
*****
Frodo couldn't believe this. 'I can't go back and get him. I'm going to...to...to Mordor. I m-may nev-never make it back. I can't get him. He may have to stay a slave forever...' Frodo's thoughts went on. He hit his head on the desk in his room. This was awful. There was nothing he could remember regretting more besides not being there with his parents before they died and getting the ring. He hit his head again, feeling tears pooling up. Frodo hadn't really been able to control his feelings lately. He blamed it on the ring. He then heard someone burst through his door.
"Frodo!" Merry exclaimed looking upset.
'Merry,' Frodo thought. 'Merry's not going with me on the quest...MERRY CAN GET PIPPIN OUT!!!!!' went through his mind. Frodo beamed. Plus, Merry was the one who needed to get Pip out anyway. 'I can't get him out now, no matter how much I want too, but Merry, Merry can. Maybe Pippin may be able to forgive him quicker if he does,' he thought almost happily.
"Yes, Merry lad?"
"Frodo, why didn't you tell me?!"
"Tell you? Tell you what?"
"That you're taking the ring to Mordor? I'm going on the quest with you. You can't stop-"
"Meriadoc Brandybuck! How can you think that? You are NOT going on that quest with me..."
Merry and Frodo continued fighting for a while. Merry with the points of Gandalf and Elrond were allowing him, he wasn't *that* young, and he would follow Frodo no matter what even if he had to start all the way back in Buckland in a bag of mushrooms, carrots, and apples tied up tight. Frodo with the points of Merry being pretty young still, lots of things going for him back at home, Frodo himself would (hopefully!) be fine, and would be worried sick about Merry because if anything ever happened to him on his account... Then Frodo remembered his other main point.
"Merry," Frodo started.
"Frodo, stop it! I'm going with you whether you like it or not. I wish you were a little more appreciative. I mean, you're my cousin and I love you so much I could never let you go on this thing without me, and...Frodo, I'm willing to lay down my life to help you and destroy that nasty ring. Why don't you want me coming? Reasons being different than the other things you've told me," Frodo felt as if he were being undressed by the glare he was receiving from Merry as Merry had finished saying all of that.
"Merry, I do appreciate it, I really do. I love you too, but the other thing I've yet to bring up is that of Pippin. Wh-"Merry interrupted with a groan.
"Why, are you bringing him into this. You know that I'm weighed down by what I did. I feel terrible about it, you know I do. I don't need the guilt trip from you, too," Merry hissed, then sighed.
"I'm not trying to give you a guilt trip! I just received one myself today, several actually," Frodo said thoughtfully thinking about the look on Gandalf's face when he told him, what Elrond had said (it was over a different matter), and one he had gotten by a look Sam had given him earlier that day. He started again quickly, "Anyway, I was trying to say, who's going to get Pippin out of slavery? How's he going to get out of it?" Frodo breathed deeply after finishing saying that.
Merry and Frodo shared a look. They both knew right then that neither of them or Sam would be going back to save Pippin until or unless they finished the quest. This helped add to their motivation right then and there, but they wouldn't be leaving Rivendell for a few months at least. This was turning into one of the most horrific things to ever happen to Merry and Frodo family wise. Merry began to wonder, 'How did it all come down to this?...'
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said Chakamir as if he was talking to a seven year old hobbit*. = In case you don't know lots of things about hobbits and didn't know about this, hobbits progress slower and live longer than humans. So a seven year old hobbit, in my mind, is similar to a very young human, possibly around the ages of 3-5.
A/N: Okay, this was sort of a filler chapter. It's kinda short, and I don't like it very much. There's not even a good amount of angst. :@ Grrr... This also involved a case of writer's block. Sorry! I'll try to get the next chapter up soon! *looks at clock and begins writing madly as she has to start school on Monday for the first time in almost a month* (I had been in the hospital, was then put on homebound, and then spring break finally rolled around... LOL) (***NO FLAMES***)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this!!! *sob* (You still rule though, Tolkien! You're a genius! ;D) I don't make any money either. *double sob*
Please review!!! It would make me very happy! Tell me what I could do better, what you liked, an idea for the next chapter, or almost anything. I live off reviewsesssss.....
hyperactive forever- Pippin: You need intelligence on this mission...quest...thing.
Unhobbity Hobbit- Pippin: Gollum, Gollum. Frodo: I don't carry water in my pockets!
.
I Would Never Betray You,
Please Remember Me
"The ring must be taken to the Cracks of Doom in Mordor," Elrond said, and continued babbling.
Frodo sat there. He was in shock. 'We can't just leave the ring here? Why? Why is this happening to me?'
"One of you. One of you must take it there. Who will take it?" asked Elrond.
Frodo was staring at the ring, displayed in the middle of the council as if it were an object for show at a museum. The ring was speaking, but no one else could hear it probably. Everyone was fighting about who would or wouldn't take it. Frodo's thoughts were flying through his head, almost too fast for him to catch the most of them. 'Someone has to take it.'
'They may be going to their death.'
'Why don't you take it? You got it here.'
'Yes, and I almost died.'
'You should take it. You'd get longer to have it, to hold it... then you could get rid of it. Get rid of it in the mountain.'
'I don't even know the way out of here. I couldn't even chose the right direction to Mordor from the very edge of here.'
'Well, who else could take it? Someone could probably help guide you.'
'Why when they might die, on my behalf?'
'They would die on the behalf on destroying the ring,' Frodo tried to keep the pros and cons going (cons obviously outweighing the pros), but the ring began speaking to him. He couldn't make it leave him alone.
"I'll take it. I'll take it! I'll take the ring to Mordor! ...Though I do not know the way," Frodo said looking around the council members. He received looks of surprise, despise, respect, and bewilderedness.
Then people started coming up to him who actually *wanted* to help him on his way. Sam had jumped out of a bush, and yet again, sworn his loyalty to Frodo.
"You are now the Fellowship of the Ring," said Elrond looking both pleased and plagued.
Elrond went on telling them about as soon as his sons, Elrohir and Elladan, got back from searching, they would begin their journey. Frodo was glad that he had a bit longer left with Bilbo and just being here before the started leaving. Then something hit Frodo as he thought about how he was staying in Rivendell then leaving to go to Mordor. 'I can't go get Pippin!' rushed through his mind.
*****
Pippin awoke to a familiar aroma. An aroma that he could only describe as something he loved. 'I'm in the Shire! I've made it to the Shire!!! I'm almost home!' Pippin smiled warmly recognizing the outskirts of his beloved homeland. He almost even burst out a 'thank you!' to the men.
"What do you look so happy 'bout, eh, Yer?" sneered Chakamir. "Ye glad to be home? Awww, ain't it so cute, Tenole? Li'l' Yer is glad to be in his li'l ol' homeland. Isn't that so sweet? Awwwww..."
"Yes, Chakamir, it's quite touching," Tenole said pretending to wipe away an invisible fake tear. "IT has feelings, it does..." he carried on, emphasizing the word "it".
Pippin didn't like the way that the men were talking to him, but he enjoyed just being around his home. At least he now had something comforting around him. Pippin looked around, as if this was the first time he had ever seen the Shire. He looked at it, like a kid looks at the first ride it sees his/her first time at a theme park. Pippin could feel his happiness flowing through his blood. 'Wherever they take me here either: (a) my parents/siblings/family will come and buy me or (b) I'll run away to my beloved home in the Great Smials,' he thought as if nothing could go wrong now that he was back in the Shire.
After riding in the wagon a few more hours, Pippin found himself in Hobbiton. He wondered why they were there. 'What family here in their right minds would want to have a slave?' Then the only two people that could ever be *that* horrible in Hobbiton names came to mind. He was going to be sold to Ted Sandyman or Lobiela Sackville-Baggins. This was not good. He knew there was also the possibility of being given to more traders and taken somewhere very far from his homeland. At least whoever took him here he had more of a chance of running-away from to his own home. 'Running away to get home,' he thought and almost smiled. He used to have thought about running away from his home, and going to live with Merry. Now, he was trying to run away from a situation Merry had put him in, to his home. It was almost complete irony.
"Who, where are you taking me?" Pippin asked shyly, as his arm still hurt really badly.
He had almost forgotten it in excitement, but then it hit the side of the wagon on a bump. Unfortunately, for Pippin the brand served it's purpose well. If anyone saw him they would gawk at him, wide eyed and mouths ajar. A few hobbits asked him about it while they were near him, but the Took just ignored the questions and hung his head in shame.
"Where are we taking you, eh? Well, look at where you at. See them holes in the ground? Did ye see the sign that said what town you were in, Yer? You're going in one o' dos holes in this town," said Chakamir as if he was talking to a seven year old hobbit.*
"Oh," replied Pippin not really knowing what to say. 'Could he be more obvious?' he wondered sarcastically before Tenole continued.
"You wanna know who the owner is, Yer?"
"Yes, please," Pip answered hoping he'd get his answer.
*****
Frodo couldn't believe this. 'I can't go back and get him. I'm going to...to...to Mordor. I m-may nev-never make it back. I can't get him. He may have to stay a slave forever...' Frodo's thoughts went on. He hit his head on the desk in his room. This was awful. There was nothing he could remember regretting more besides not being there with his parents before they died and getting the ring. He hit his head again, feeling tears pooling up. Frodo hadn't really been able to control his feelings lately. He blamed it on the ring. He then heard someone burst through his door.
"Frodo!" Merry exclaimed looking upset.
'Merry,' Frodo thought. 'Merry's not going with me on the quest...MERRY CAN GET PIPPIN OUT!!!!!' went through his mind. Frodo beamed. Plus, Merry was the one who needed to get Pip out anyway. 'I can't get him out now, no matter how much I want too, but Merry, Merry can. Maybe Pippin may be able to forgive him quicker if he does,' he thought almost happily.
"Yes, Merry lad?"
"Frodo, why didn't you tell me?!"
"Tell you? Tell you what?"
"That you're taking the ring to Mordor? I'm going on the quest with you. You can't stop-"
"Meriadoc Brandybuck! How can you think that? You are NOT going on that quest with me..."
Merry and Frodo continued fighting for a while. Merry with the points of Gandalf and Elrond were allowing him, he wasn't *that* young, and he would follow Frodo no matter what even if he had to start all the way back in Buckland in a bag of mushrooms, carrots, and apples tied up tight. Frodo with the points of Merry being pretty young still, lots of things going for him back at home, Frodo himself would (hopefully!) be fine, and would be worried sick about Merry because if anything ever happened to him on his account... Then Frodo remembered his other main point.
"Merry," Frodo started.
"Frodo, stop it! I'm going with you whether you like it or not. I wish you were a little more appreciative. I mean, you're my cousin and I love you so much I could never let you go on this thing without me, and...Frodo, I'm willing to lay down my life to help you and destroy that nasty ring. Why don't you want me coming? Reasons being different than the other things you've told me," Frodo felt as if he were being undressed by the glare he was receiving from Merry as Merry had finished saying all of that.
"Merry, I do appreciate it, I really do. I love you too, but the other thing I've yet to bring up is that of Pippin. Wh-"Merry interrupted with a groan.
"Why, are you bringing him into this. You know that I'm weighed down by what I did. I feel terrible about it, you know I do. I don't need the guilt trip from you, too," Merry hissed, then sighed.
"I'm not trying to give you a guilt trip! I just received one myself today, several actually," Frodo said thoughtfully thinking about the look on Gandalf's face when he told him, what Elrond had said (it was over a different matter), and one he had gotten by a look Sam had given him earlier that day. He started again quickly, "Anyway, I was trying to say, who's going to get Pippin out of slavery? How's he going to get out of it?" Frodo breathed deeply after finishing saying that.
Merry and Frodo shared a look. They both knew right then that neither of them or Sam would be going back to save Pippin until or unless they finished the quest. This helped add to their motivation right then and there, but they wouldn't be leaving Rivendell for a few months at least. This was turning into one of the most horrific things to ever happen to Merry and Frodo family wise. Merry began to wonder, 'How did it all come down to this?...'
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said Chakamir as if he was talking to a seven year old hobbit*. = In case you don't know lots of things about hobbits and didn't know about this, hobbits progress slower and live longer than humans. So a seven year old hobbit, in my mind, is similar to a very young human, possibly around the ages of 3-5.
A/N: Okay, this was sort of a filler chapter. It's kinda short, and I don't like it very much. There's not even a good amount of angst. :@ Grrr... This also involved a case of writer's block. Sorry! I'll try to get the next chapter up soon! *looks at clock and begins writing madly as she has to start school on Monday for the first time in almost a month* (I had been in the hospital, was then put on homebound, and then spring break finally rolled around... LOL) (***NO FLAMES***)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this!!! *sob* (You still rule though, Tolkien! You're a genius! ;D) I don't make any money either. *double sob*
Please review!!! It would make me very happy! Tell me what I could do better, what you liked, an idea for the next chapter, or almost anything. I live off reviewsesssss.....