Reviewers- Thank you. I'll do the quotes next chapter, k? This will be even
more angsty and depressing hopefully (or just more Pippin torture), because
my old best friend and I just parted ways, and I'm listening to
"Tourniquet" by Evanescence over and over and over...
(note: Lobelia might be OOC because besides knowing she's impolite, kind of mean, and Bilbo, Frodo and the others despise her I don't know much else. Much apology if she's OOC like everyone else. *sigh of annoyance at her dreadful writing of this story* I don't normally write like that so much...)
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I Would Never Betray You,
Please Remember Me
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Frodo was leading the way out. They were finally leaving Rivendell. Leaving where he'd been living the past few months. Leaving where he was healed. Leaving the elves. Leaving the calm. Leaving the beautiful. Leaving the long nights of songs filling the air, the poems flowing through the breeze, and the peace that filled the country. Leaving the security. Most of all leaving Bilbo, and never going back for Pippin. This thought weighed heavy on Frodo, but there was nothing he could do about it. This is how things had to be. He had to take the ring, and neither Merry nor Sam would go back to save Pippin, because they wanted to help him. Frodo silently cursed the ring then realized he didn't have a clue where he was going.
"Gandalf, is Mordor left or right?"
Gandalf answered him, and then as soon as they left the fair land of Rivendell he took the lead with Strider-er-Aragorn, whatever his name is, following close behind. Frodo went back in the line by Merry and Sam.
"Merry, this isn't right you know. We shouldn't just go off and leave him!" Frodo said, eyes sparkling with concern.
"Frodo, Eru, can you get off it? I'm guilty of the horrible deed; you don't need to keep reminding me of it. We did what we did. It can't be taken back. I'm going with you to the end of ends to help you get rid of that thing around your neck," Frodo's eyes got a little glazed over at this, but tried his best to ignore the thoughts of 'that thing around your neck', and pay attention. "Sam wouldn't leave you for anything, so you're stuck with us. You can't leave, you are the ring bearer. We've got to live with it. We'll see Pippin again. As soon as this quest is over, we'll go back and get him. Okay?" Merry had started out annoyed, but ended in a friendly tone. What he couldn't understand was how upset and attached Frodo seemed to be with Pippin. It just wasn't natural, but then again, neither was he. Frodo nodded, and Merry went on to catch up with the others for they had fallen behind, with a sigh. Frodo hesitantly followed, his mind now fully occupied with all the corruption that happened to the undeserving...like Pippin.
******
"Why, hello, little Pippin," Lobelia stated with a smirk. Pippin spitted at her feet. In return he got hit on his already hurt head with the whip again.
"Don't be afraid to hurt this one, ma'am. It's the only way to get him ter do whatcha want him to. He even tried ta run away ferm us once, he did, so be very careful."
"Oh, don't worry; this one won't get away from me. Will you, Pippin?"
"Don't call me Pippin, p-p-please," Pippin said the last word as if it were poison to his mouth. He had never said the word "please" to Lobelia or any other S-B at that.
"Oh, what would you like to be called then?" she asked mockingly, smiling nastily.
"Yer."
"Really? Did you betray somebody or something? I'm assuming you're not called that because you're a prayer doing hobbit... Anyway, 'Yer' answer my question. Now." Pippin stared at her kind of surprised by how much she had guessed and he had yet to be around her for five minutes.
"No," he replied looking down. Lobelia whipped him on the back. He could feel some blood sliding down his back from the thin slice out of his flesh.
"Go in the store room in Bag End NOW, SLAVE!!!!!" she hollered. She cracked the whip in the air above his head just to make sure he got her point. The Sackville-Baggins glowered at Pippin as he ran off in sheer disgust.
"Watch him run!" Chakamir exclaimed.
"Mrs. Sackville-Baggins, please take good care of him," Tenole sneered; making sure Pippin could hear him. He added a wink to Lobelia.
"Of course, I'll take VERY 'good care' of the young Yer Took," she announced in seemingly good spirits. "Thanks for going through all of that trouble to bring me the rascal. Now go enjoy yourselves!" she threw their money to them.
Tenole and Chakamir left. Neither Lobelia, Pippin, nor any of the other three hobbits saw them again. It was believed (or hoped as the case may be) that if they stuck around they were killed in the Battle of Bywater.
Lobelia waved them off, and walked into Bag End.
"Slave, since my son is off in Stock you must prepare the place for him, plus all the other things I will have you do every single day of the rest of your life. Never try to contact your parents or siblings, they don't care about you," she stared him right in the eyes when she said that. Pippin remained emotionless not believing a word of it. "I don't know who WOULD want you though. You're an atrocious disgrace to hobbits. Now get to work doing..." she finished giving him a list of things to do.
At first he just stared at her. As if he would do ANYTHING she wanted him to do. Then she raised her umbrella and he could see her whip. Pippin ran off to get the things done, already hating it. He hated it even worse because she followed him to the room or place he was working, and stood behind him always eating. 'How did it all come down to this?' he pondered. He would've told anyone who told him this would happen that they were crazy and kicked them out of his hobbit hole. It just so happened Merry would wonder and think the exact same thing in Rivendell.
*****
The Fellowship had just entered Hollin, and was very glad to have escaped the East Wind. Just thinking about how cold and uncomfortable it was made the hobbits shudder. There was something else that made Merry shudder though, and that would be his dear cousin Pippin.
'Why did I leave him behind? Why did I choose to put him into a "temporary enslavement"? Why couldn't I have just sent him home?' another voice in his head answered him.
'He would have just followed you. At least he didn't have to go through the swamp, Weathertop, and beyond.'
'Yes, but he's in slavery! What kind of cousin and best friend would do that?! Merry, you are the worst hobbit to ever walk Middle-earth!' Merry kicked the ground like it would some how make everything better; like it would have changed that night in Bree. So much guilt crowded over his mind, sinking into the black cloud that seemed to partially cover his vision. He couldn't believe how horrible he had been. His heart ached with such a pain, it could not be described. 'My own poor little cousin...' started somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, but got interrupted.
"Merry, don't say that. I find no reason to call you the worst hobbit that walked Middle-earth. I quite like you," said a friendly voice. Merry looked up startled. Then sighed in relief. It was just his newly found friend Boromir.
"Hullo? I didn't by chance..." Merry slowly let his sentence fade.
"Yes, I'm afraid you did speak aloud, Meriadoc. What have you done that's so horrible? I can't see you being capable of anything bad. You hobbits are nice creatures, second only to the men of Gondor," Boromir said sweetly, but in his mind truthfully. Merry couldn't help himself from hearing a voice in his head say, 'Well, he obviously doesn't know you, ya cursed Brandybuck.' Luckily, Boromir didn't seem to have heard him thinking about Pippin.
"I...well- you see.......erm...uh, I'd rather not speak of it," he stuttered out finally. Boromir raised an eyebrow as if surprised that a hobbit could have a secret seeming as they were so care free. 'So unlike myself,' Boromir thought, and let the subject matter rest.
*****
Somewhere outside a rooster crowed, and Pippin awoke. For the first month or so he groaned and moaned then slowly awakened. That did nothing, but get him hurt in the end whenever Lobelia awoke before him. Pippin looked over at the calendar. He had been there for about two or three months. He wished that this torture would end, and he could leave.
Quickly, he finally got dressed and ran to fix Lotho and Lobelia's breakfast. As he worked on it the aromas of bacon, eggs, toast, scones, sausage, and pancakes filled his nostrils. No matter how often this happened and how much he wanted it, he always got this look of heavenly desire on his face as he cooked. Lotho came into the kitchen.
"What are you cooking for breakfast today, slave?" He asked yawning.
"I'm fixing eggs, toast, scones, sausage, bacon, and pancakes, Lotho sir," Pippin answered not looking up from the bacon.
"Again? You fixed this last week," Lotho whined. Then saw Pippin staring at the food. "Now, don't go getting any ideas, slave! That food is for us, and I know where Momma keeps her club," he threatened smiling, thinking of abusing Pippin. Not that he didn't enough already.
"Yes, sir," Pippin acknowledged easily, but he shuddered remembering.
One of his first days of cooking breakfast he had gotten hungry, and so had taken a piece of bacon. Lobelia found out, and hit him with a whip five times on his back, and then slammed a club, for hobbit use, in to his head three times. Pippin never again ate any of that. Pippin only got two meals a day (which is hardly anything in hobbit standards, and this is PIPPIN we're talking about). His breakfast consisted of the left over oats from the pony's bag the day before, and his supper was a carrot and two apples. For each meal, he was made to drink the same water that the animals used which was in front of the road. So not only was he close to starving and thirsting to death, he was being embarrassed at the same time. He got used to the drinking thing, but not the other. He was also abused daily, sometimes for nothing. The S-B's seem to think it 'fun'.
As soon as Lobelia and her son finished eating Lobelia looked up at Pippin with a smile. This almost frightened him. Lobelia NEVER smiled at him. She didn't even do the evil 'I-hate-you-and-may-some-day-kill-you' smile.
"Yer, my slave?" Lobelia coaxed. Pippin hated it when she called him 'my slave'.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"I have some great news for you!" she giggled. Pippin stared. Lotho left the room rolling his eyes and mumbling something. "Well, don't you want to hear it?" she asked about to burst after a few seconds of silence.
"Yes, ma'am," Pippin replied in uncertainty.
"You're going to get married! I can't have you be a bachelor the entire time you work for me. That would bring pain to who your one is," Lobelia explained.
"Uh, thanks?" he answered still very unsure, though he was thinking, 'Since when does she care if she brings pain to someone?'
"You're welcome! Now come along with me," she said standing walking towards Lotho's room. Pippin with his eyes wide and blinking rapidly followed.
When they arrived, Lobelia shoved Lotho out of the way of his closet. Lotho shoved Pippin down to sit on his bed. He tried to remember the last time he'd been so confused. He couldn't remember it. Pippin blamed it on the many hand bashings he had for not being able to remember didly-squat of the things he didn't do day to day. In a few seconds of clothes flying and things falling and getting messed up Lobelia emerged carrying a very nice out fit.
"Come on, Yer, go try this on. You must get ready, for you're getting married in an hour," she said like it would be stupid if Pippin didn't already know that.
After Pippin tried on the black trousers and suspenders, with a light blue shirt and a cream vest (which were much too large on his very thin body) he turned around slowly as Lobelia directed. 'Oh, gods, why is she having me do this?' he thought. Pippin figured it was all a joke, just to make him look stupid.
"Hmmm, nice, nice. You look good enough, now come on groom! You must go meet your bride and not keep her waiting. That would not be acceptable," she stated. She tugged Pippin out of the room, and Lotho stayed in there glaring at him as he left.
"Who am I marrying, ma'am?" Pippin asked on the way out.
"Oh, you'll see, Took, you'll see," she said smiling the way only match- makers do.
Within a few seconds they were outside and to the party tree. The only people gathered were Robin, the sheriff, and some people Pippin hadn't seen in a very long time.
"Mom, Dad, Pearl, Pimpernel, Pervinca!!!" he shouted. He ran over there and gave them all a big hug. He started crying. Pippin had missed his family so much. "Oh, Eru, I love you all!"
"Oh, my Pippin!" Eglantine sobbed. They did not know their son would be there, they were just told to be there or else.
"They said you were dead!" Pervinca, the youngest of the three lasses wailed. About that time Lobelia came over there.
"Now isn't this sweet," Lobelia said sarcastically. "YER, GET UP THERE NOW!!! DON'T MAKE ME GO GET-"
Pippin didn't wait for her to finish. With a longing, very loving, and hesitant look he ran off to the alter. Then, something that Pippin never thought would happen during his now hard life happened. Diamond of Long Cleeve walked up the aisle in a beautiful white gown. Pippin's jaw dropped, gawking at who he had distantly admired for the last few years. 'She's so...stunningly beautiful...' he thought. He felt something stir in him he had not felt so strongly provoked since Crickhollow. He felt love. He also felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, a great desire and want and need for this girl. Then, "By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife" Robin stated, and they were.
As soon as Pippin and Diamond kissed the few people gathered (which also included Diamond's parents to all the hobbits I mentioned before hand) cheered. Lobelia then immediately went up to them, shoving in front of the others, and taking Diamond out of ear shot.
"Diamond, my dear, congratulations."
"Thank you!" Diamond's smile went past her ears.
"There is something I must tell you," Lobelia said trying to sound like she cared, but failed.
"What?" inquired Diamond.
"You do know that I purchased Pippin as Lotho and my slave, correct?"
"Well, I've heard it. You'll let him go won't you? I love Pippin so, and I just want to be with him," Diamond stated looking dreamily in his direction.
"I'm afraid not dearie. He's MY property; I bought him, which brings me to the point. You will not be able to live with him. I will let him visit you three nights per week. Is that fair? I do not want you living where he does, and I do not want him moving from where he is at," Lobelia said sternly.
"FAIR?!!" Diamond exploded. She had just married the lad of her dreams and now she could only see him three nights a week?! That's an outrage! "Of course it's ***NOT*** FAIR!!! HE'S MY HUSBAND, HEAR ME? MINE!!! WE WILL LIVE WITH EACH OTHER! IF I CAN'T LIVE WITH HIM, HE'LL LIVE WITH ME. GOT IT FAT HEAD?!!" she screamed.
"Diamond, it's how things are! I warned you-"
"You didn't tell me that though. If money is what you want for his freedom, you shall have it! Just give me my husband for keeps!"
~meanwhile~
Pippin watched Lobelia walk away with his bride. He was angry at first, but then realized 'This is the perfect chance!' He ran over to his family. He got many hugs, kisses, congrats, and questions. Pippin ignored them.
"Look, listen to me!" There was silence, all of them ready to listen. "I got sold into slavery, and the S-B's bought me. She hasn't-"at this Eglantine passed out. His father begged him to continue. "She hasn't let me leave at all. Please, if you care about me at all, which I pray you do, please buy me back!" Pippin exclaimed.
"How did this happen to you, little brother?" Pearl asked.
"I'll explain later."
"How are you treated?" Pippin was silent.
"Why wouldn't we love you and care about you? We've been worried sick!" Paladin cried out.
"Don't ask...yet." The questions continued, as did Pippin's answers of 'later'.
Eventually, Diamond and Lobelia returned. Diamond was crying and Pippin ran over to her. He held her close in his embrace, and looked over at Lobelia accusingly.
"What did she do to you, Diamond, dear?" Pippin inquired softly in her ear giving her a peck on her cheek.
"Lobelia said there was no way we could live with each other. I can only visit you three nights a week at most. If I don't, then I get it. If I tell Robin, she has people out there to get me. Oh, Pippin, I'm not even allowed to be with you tonight!" Diamond sobbed into Pippin's shoulder. This was too much for him. He wasn't fed properly, he was abused to the point of death, he was worked to the bone with the commands he was given, and now he wasn't allowed to be with his own wife. No torture from Mordor could be worse than this.
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Wow, another chapter finished. That was longer. Please tell me what you think of it! I know, major OOCness, SORRY! This was an okay chapter I think. I had more stuff to say, but I was supposed to be in bed two hours ago and I have two tests tomorrow, so if I think of anything else I'll put it in my bio later.
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May Mordor never torture you! G'bye Entmoot
(note: Lobelia might be OOC because besides knowing she's impolite, kind of mean, and Bilbo, Frodo and the others despise her I don't know much else. Much apology if she's OOC like everyone else. *sigh of annoyance at her dreadful writing of this story* I don't normally write like that so much...)
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I Would Never Betray You,
Please Remember Me
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Frodo was leading the way out. They were finally leaving Rivendell. Leaving where he'd been living the past few months. Leaving where he was healed. Leaving the elves. Leaving the calm. Leaving the beautiful. Leaving the long nights of songs filling the air, the poems flowing through the breeze, and the peace that filled the country. Leaving the security. Most of all leaving Bilbo, and never going back for Pippin. This thought weighed heavy on Frodo, but there was nothing he could do about it. This is how things had to be. He had to take the ring, and neither Merry nor Sam would go back to save Pippin, because they wanted to help him. Frodo silently cursed the ring then realized he didn't have a clue where he was going.
"Gandalf, is Mordor left or right?"
Gandalf answered him, and then as soon as they left the fair land of Rivendell he took the lead with Strider-er-Aragorn, whatever his name is, following close behind. Frodo went back in the line by Merry and Sam.
"Merry, this isn't right you know. We shouldn't just go off and leave him!" Frodo said, eyes sparkling with concern.
"Frodo, Eru, can you get off it? I'm guilty of the horrible deed; you don't need to keep reminding me of it. We did what we did. It can't be taken back. I'm going with you to the end of ends to help you get rid of that thing around your neck," Frodo's eyes got a little glazed over at this, but tried his best to ignore the thoughts of 'that thing around your neck', and pay attention. "Sam wouldn't leave you for anything, so you're stuck with us. You can't leave, you are the ring bearer. We've got to live with it. We'll see Pippin again. As soon as this quest is over, we'll go back and get him. Okay?" Merry had started out annoyed, but ended in a friendly tone. What he couldn't understand was how upset and attached Frodo seemed to be with Pippin. It just wasn't natural, but then again, neither was he. Frodo nodded, and Merry went on to catch up with the others for they had fallen behind, with a sigh. Frodo hesitantly followed, his mind now fully occupied with all the corruption that happened to the undeserving...like Pippin.
******
"Why, hello, little Pippin," Lobelia stated with a smirk. Pippin spitted at her feet. In return he got hit on his already hurt head with the whip again.
"Don't be afraid to hurt this one, ma'am. It's the only way to get him ter do whatcha want him to. He even tried ta run away ferm us once, he did, so be very careful."
"Oh, don't worry; this one won't get away from me. Will you, Pippin?"
"Don't call me Pippin, p-p-please," Pippin said the last word as if it were poison to his mouth. He had never said the word "please" to Lobelia or any other S-B at that.
"Oh, what would you like to be called then?" she asked mockingly, smiling nastily.
"Yer."
"Really? Did you betray somebody or something? I'm assuming you're not called that because you're a prayer doing hobbit... Anyway, 'Yer' answer my question. Now." Pippin stared at her kind of surprised by how much she had guessed and he had yet to be around her for five minutes.
"No," he replied looking down. Lobelia whipped him on the back. He could feel some blood sliding down his back from the thin slice out of his flesh.
"Go in the store room in Bag End NOW, SLAVE!!!!!" she hollered. She cracked the whip in the air above his head just to make sure he got her point. The Sackville-Baggins glowered at Pippin as he ran off in sheer disgust.
"Watch him run!" Chakamir exclaimed.
"Mrs. Sackville-Baggins, please take good care of him," Tenole sneered; making sure Pippin could hear him. He added a wink to Lobelia.
"Of course, I'll take VERY 'good care' of the young Yer Took," she announced in seemingly good spirits. "Thanks for going through all of that trouble to bring me the rascal. Now go enjoy yourselves!" she threw their money to them.
Tenole and Chakamir left. Neither Lobelia, Pippin, nor any of the other three hobbits saw them again. It was believed (or hoped as the case may be) that if they stuck around they were killed in the Battle of Bywater.
Lobelia waved them off, and walked into Bag End.
"Slave, since my son is off in Stock you must prepare the place for him, plus all the other things I will have you do every single day of the rest of your life. Never try to contact your parents or siblings, they don't care about you," she stared him right in the eyes when she said that. Pippin remained emotionless not believing a word of it. "I don't know who WOULD want you though. You're an atrocious disgrace to hobbits. Now get to work doing..." she finished giving him a list of things to do.
At first he just stared at her. As if he would do ANYTHING she wanted him to do. Then she raised her umbrella and he could see her whip. Pippin ran off to get the things done, already hating it. He hated it even worse because she followed him to the room or place he was working, and stood behind him always eating. 'How did it all come down to this?' he pondered. He would've told anyone who told him this would happen that they were crazy and kicked them out of his hobbit hole. It just so happened Merry would wonder and think the exact same thing in Rivendell.
*****
The Fellowship had just entered Hollin, and was very glad to have escaped the East Wind. Just thinking about how cold and uncomfortable it was made the hobbits shudder. There was something else that made Merry shudder though, and that would be his dear cousin Pippin.
'Why did I leave him behind? Why did I choose to put him into a "temporary enslavement"? Why couldn't I have just sent him home?' another voice in his head answered him.
'He would have just followed you. At least he didn't have to go through the swamp, Weathertop, and beyond.'
'Yes, but he's in slavery! What kind of cousin and best friend would do that?! Merry, you are the worst hobbit to ever walk Middle-earth!' Merry kicked the ground like it would some how make everything better; like it would have changed that night in Bree. So much guilt crowded over his mind, sinking into the black cloud that seemed to partially cover his vision. He couldn't believe how horrible he had been. His heart ached with such a pain, it could not be described. 'My own poor little cousin...' started somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, but got interrupted.
"Merry, don't say that. I find no reason to call you the worst hobbit that walked Middle-earth. I quite like you," said a friendly voice. Merry looked up startled. Then sighed in relief. It was just his newly found friend Boromir.
"Hullo? I didn't by chance..." Merry slowly let his sentence fade.
"Yes, I'm afraid you did speak aloud, Meriadoc. What have you done that's so horrible? I can't see you being capable of anything bad. You hobbits are nice creatures, second only to the men of Gondor," Boromir said sweetly, but in his mind truthfully. Merry couldn't help himself from hearing a voice in his head say, 'Well, he obviously doesn't know you, ya cursed Brandybuck.' Luckily, Boromir didn't seem to have heard him thinking about Pippin.
"I...well- you see.......erm...uh, I'd rather not speak of it," he stuttered out finally. Boromir raised an eyebrow as if surprised that a hobbit could have a secret seeming as they were so care free. 'So unlike myself,' Boromir thought, and let the subject matter rest.
*****
Somewhere outside a rooster crowed, and Pippin awoke. For the first month or so he groaned and moaned then slowly awakened. That did nothing, but get him hurt in the end whenever Lobelia awoke before him. Pippin looked over at the calendar. He had been there for about two or three months. He wished that this torture would end, and he could leave.
Quickly, he finally got dressed and ran to fix Lotho and Lobelia's breakfast. As he worked on it the aromas of bacon, eggs, toast, scones, sausage, and pancakes filled his nostrils. No matter how often this happened and how much he wanted it, he always got this look of heavenly desire on his face as he cooked. Lotho came into the kitchen.
"What are you cooking for breakfast today, slave?" He asked yawning.
"I'm fixing eggs, toast, scones, sausage, bacon, and pancakes, Lotho sir," Pippin answered not looking up from the bacon.
"Again? You fixed this last week," Lotho whined. Then saw Pippin staring at the food. "Now, don't go getting any ideas, slave! That food is for us, and I know where Momma keeps her club," he threatened smiling, thinking of abusing Pippin. Not that he didn't enough already.
"Yes, sir," Pippin acknowledged easily, but he shuddered remembering.
One of his first days of cooking breakfast he had gotten hungry, and so had taken a piece of bacon. Lobelia found out, and hit him with a whip five times on his back, and then slammed a club, for hobbit use, in to his head three times. Pippin never again ate any of that. Pippin only got two meals a day (which is hardly anything in hobbit standards, and this is PIPPIN we're talking about). His breakfast consisted of the left over oats from the pony's bag the day before, and his supper was a carrot and two apples. For each meal, he was made to drink the same water that the animals used which was in front of the road. So not only was he close to starving and thirsting to death, he was being embarrassed at the same time. He got used to the drinking thing, but not the other. He was also abused daily, sometimes for nothing. The S-B's seem to think it 'fun'.
As soon as Lobelia and her son finished eating Lobelia looked up at Pippin with a smile. This almost frightened him. Lobelia NEVER smiled at him. She didn't even do the evil 'I-hate-you-and-may-some-day-kill-you' smile.
"Yer, my slave?" Lobelia coaxed. Pippin hated it when she called him 'my slave'.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"I have some great news for you!" she giggled. Pippin stared. Lotho left the room rolling his eyes and mumbling something. "Well, don't you want to hear it?" she asked about to burst after a few seconds of silence.
"Yes, ma'am," Pippin replied in uncertainty.
"You're going to get married! I can't have you be a bachelor the entire time you work for me. That would bring pain to who your one is," Lobelia explained.
"Uh, thanks?" he answered still very unsure, though he was thinking, 'Since when does she care if she brings pain to someone?'
"You're welcome! Now come along with me," she said standing walking towards Lotho's room. Pippin with his eyes wide and blinking rapidly followed.
When they arrived, Lobelia shoved Lotho out of the way of his closet. Lotho shoved Pippin down to sit on his bed. He tried to remember the last time he'd been so confused. He couldn't remember it. Pippin blamed it on the many hand bashings he had for not being able to remember didly-squat of the things he didn't do day to day. In a few seconds of clothes flying and things falling and getting messed up Lobelia emerged carrying a very nice out fit.
"Come on, Yer, go try this on. You must get ready, for you're getting married in an hour," she said like it would be stupid if Pippin didn't already know that.
After Pippin tried on the black trousers and suspenders, with a light blue shirt and a cream vest (which were much too large on his very thin body) he turned around slowly as Lobelia directed. 'Oh, gods, why is she having me do this?' he thought. Pippin figured it was all a joke, just to make him look stupid.
"Hmmm, nice, nice. You look good enough, now come on groom! You must go meet your bride and not keep her waiting. That would not be acceptable," she stated. She tugged Pippin out of the room, and Lotho stayed in there glaring at him as he left.
"Who am I marrying, ma'am?" Pippin asked on the way out.
"Oh, you'll see, Took, you'll see," she said smiling the way only match- makers do.
Within a few seconds they were outside and to the party tree. The only people gathered were Robin, the sheriff, and some people Pippin hadn't seen in a very long time.
"Mom, Dad, Pearl, Pimpernel, Pervinca!!!" he shouted. He ran over there and gave them all a big hug. He started crying. Pippin had missed his family so much. "Oh, Eru, I love you all!"
"Oh, my Pippin!" Eglantine sobbed. They did not know their son would be there, they were just told to be there or else.
"They said you were dead!" Pervinca, the youngest of the three lasses wailed. About that time Lobelia came over there.
"Now isn't this sweet," Lobelia said sarcastically. "YER, GET UP THERE NOW!!! DON'T MAKE ME GO GET-"
Pippin didn't wait for her to finish. With a longing, very loving, and hesitant look he ran off to the alter. Then, something that Pippin never thought would happen during his now hard life happened. Diamond of Long Cleeve walked up the aisle in a beautiful white gown. Pippin's jaw dropped, gawking at who he had distantly admired for the last few years. 'She's so...stunningly beautiful...' he thought. He felt something stir in him he had not felt so strongly provoked since Crickhollow. He felt love. He also felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, a great desire and want and need for this girl. Then, "By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife" Robin stated, and they were.
As soon as Pippin and Diamond kissed the few people gathered (which also included Diamond's parents to all the hobbits I mentioned before hand) cheered. Lobelia then immediately went up to them, shoving in front of the others, and taking Diamond out of ear shot.
"Diamond, my dear, congratulations."
"Thank you!" Diamond's smile went past her ears.
"There is something I must tell you," Lobelia said trying to sound like she cared, but failed.
"What?" inquired Diamond.
"You do know that I purchased Pippin as Lotho and my slave, correct?"
"Well, I've heard it. You'll let him go won't you? I love Pippin so, and I just want to be with him," Diamond stated looking dreamily in his direction.
"I'm afraid not dearie. He's MY property; I bought him, which brings me to the point. You will not be able to live with him. I will let him visit you three nights per week. Is that fair? I do not want you living where he does, and I do not want him moving from where he is at," Lobelia said sternly.
"FAIR?!!" Diamond exploded. She had just married the lad of her dreams and now she could only see him three nights a week?! That's an outrage! "Of course it's ***NOT*** FAIR!!! HE'S MY HUSBAND, HEAR ME? MINE!!! WE WILL LIVE WITH EACH OTHER! IF I CAN'T LIVE WITH HIM, HE'LL LIVE WITH ME. GOT IT FAT HEAD?!!" she screamed.
"Diamond, it's how things are! I warned you-"
"You didn't tell me that though. If money is what you want for his freedom, you shall have it! Just give me my husband for keeps!"
~meanwhile~
Pippin watched Lobelia walk away with his bride. He was angry at first, but then realized 'This is the perfect chance!' He ran over to his family. He got many hugs, kisses, congrats, and questions. Pippin ignored them.
"Look, listen to me!" There was silence, all of them ready to listen. "I got sold into slavery, and the S-B's bought me. She hasn't-"at this Eglantine passed out. His father begged him to continue. "She hasn't let me leave at all. Please, if you care about me at all, which I pray you do, please buy me back!" Pippin exclaimed.
"How did this happen to you, little brother?" Pearl asked.
"I'll explain later."
"How are you treated?" Pippin was silent.
"Why wouldn't we love you and care about you? We've been worried sick!" Paladin cried out.
"Don't ask...yet." The questions continued, as did Pippin's answers of 'later'.
Eventually, Diamond and Lobelia returned. Diamond was crying and Pippin ran over to her. He held her close in his embrace, and looked over at Lobelia accusingly.
"What did she do to you, Diamond, dear?" Pippin inquired softly in her ear giving her a peck on her cheek.
"Lobelia said there was no way we could live with each other. I can only visit you three nights a week at most. If I don't, then I get it. If I tell Robin, she has people out there to get me. Oh, Pippin, I'm not even allowed to be with you tonight!" Diamond sobbed into Pippin's shoulder. This was too much for him. He wasn't fed properly, he was abused to the point of death, he was worked to the bone with the commands he was given, and now he wasn't allowed to be with his own wife. No torture from Mordor could be worse than this.
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Wow, another chapter finished. That was longer. Please tell me what you think of it! I know, major OOCness, SORRY! This was an okay chapter I think. I had more stuff to say, but I was supposed to be in bed two hours ago and I have two tests tomorrow, so if I think of anything else I'll put it in my bio later.
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May Mordor never torture you! G'bye Entmoot