Before You Hit The Floor
Chapter 2 :: SDADH [Singing, Dancing, And Drunk Hobbits]
Summary :: Your basic NON SLASH Merry/OC mary sue.
Disclaimer :: Don't own Tolkiens great inventions. Only Caroline, her family, and my plot.
Reviews :: kurleyhawk2 - thanks! yeah sorry about posting the same chapter twice.. i accidentally posted it again and then couldnt remember how to delete a chapter cuz the remove buttone doesnt show up on my screen so i had to scroll over and this is getting confusing but here is a NEW chapter so enjoy!
Jupiter's Light - heres a post!
Leglaurele - yes well you don't have a character! haha sorry helen!
dab+brakensilver - ahh yeah i love the hobbits too! i was obsessed with legolas for so long and then like last week i was like wow.. i like hobbits now! so go merry and pippin!
evil orverlord - when did i say that??? but i could say yes to some!
Estella Brandybuck - haha nope he's mine!
a/n :: "Clueless" [the second song you read] belongs to Pay The Girl and "Toxic" belongs to Britney Spears. Everything LOTR related is Tolkiens. I own my plot [well some of it] and Caroline.
*** "What was that?" Merry asked, looking from Sam to Frodo. Frodo was panting slightly at the ground. His fist was clutched around something through his shirt.
His eyes raised to Caroline. "Who are you?" Caroline opened her mouth, but closed it, lost for words.
"I.. Well.." She looked at each hobbit. How could she explain this? "My name is Caroline Watson. I'm.. well i'm lost." She decided it might not go over too well if she told them she was from another world.
"Lost?" Merry repeated. "Where do you live?"
"Far from here."
"Oh I'm sure we know it! Try us." The Brandybuck encouraged her. Caroline shook her head slowly.
"Look. You guys can't help me, but," Was there someone that could help her? Someone wise, powerful.. someone who could fathom the trouble she was in...
"Do you know where I can find Gandalf the Grey?" Frodo glanced at Sam.
"We are traveling to meet him in Bree right now." Sam glared at Frodo. "You may join us if you wish."
"Mister Frodo??!" Sam protested.
"What?" Caroline shouted at Sam who started back at her as if she were some wild Orc. "I'm not evil!"
"Quite the contrary."
"Sam!" Frodo repremanded Sam, and Merry followed suit.
"She's not dangerous!"
"She's a hobbit wearing shoes! Of course she is!"
"Okay now that's getting personal! I may be 4'10", only a few inches taller than my six year old brother but that's not reason to call me a hobbit!" Caroline shouted taking a step closer to Sam, as if challenging him.
"Four foot ten eh?" Sam sneered. "You're no taller than Pippin over there." Caroline glanced at Pippin who looked around meekly. Staring down at herself she realized how big her clothes were... then it dawned on her.
"Holy crap i'm short!!" Merry and Pippin exchanged glances as Sam crossed his arms triumphantly.
"I don't know what kind of hobbit you are, seein you're wearin shoes but that doesn't matter. Go back to your hole and quit following us!"
"Sam! Stop it! She needs to see Gandalf so why can't she come with us?"
"But Mister Frodo-"
"Last time I checked, Sam, I was the older and overuling hobbit here." Frodo said sharply. Sam looked downcast but nodded in agreement. Saying no more Frodo turned to leave and everyone followed.
*
They had been walking all day, dodging suspicious looking animals and what not. Soon night fell and Frodo began to get a bit more edgy. Mist and fog settled along the ground, obstructing the distance from view. The night air was considerably still until,
"WIIII!!!" The shrill screech of the Nazgul reached their ears, causing them all to flinch.
"Black riders!" Sam said in disgust. Their pace quickened and they continued in a more stealthy manner, hiding behind trees. For some time the air was quiet. Caroline felt relieved to have no more encounters with them.. no matter how many times you watch the movie, nothing can prepare you for the real thing.
"What's going on?" No sooner had Pippin spoke, a Black rider came galloping down a pathway just ahead of them. It stopped under the moonlight and the horse reared up on it's back legs, screeching. The rider turned it's head and looked behind it and then dangerously close to where the hobbits lay hidden and ran off.
As they cautiously got to their feet, Merry approached Frodo.
"That Black rider was looking for something. Or someone..." He said in a dark voice. "Frodo?" Frodo stared ahead, a hopeless look on his face, until he finally spoke.
"I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree."
Merry nodded. "Right. Buckleberry Ferry. Follow me." They began running again until the river was in sight. Relief flooded through Caroline. Soon they would be safe. She was startled from her thoughts of safety when a loud rustling of bush from behind them was heard and a wraith rode out into the clearing.
"Run! Frodo, this way! Follow me!" Merry directed the hobbits to the ferry that he, Sam, and Pippin safely jumped onto. Caroline wasn't much of a runner, but pushed herself until the pain in her legs was horrible. She reached the bank and lept onto the ferry.
"Frodo.." She heard Sam mutter as the ring bearer ran as fast as his hobbit feet would carry him, the Black rider hot on his heels.
"Run Frodo! No! Hurry! Come one! Run Frodo!" The four hobbits shouted together encouraging Frodo to outrun the rider. Finally he reached the edge of the ground and took a spectacular flying leap and landed on the boat.
The black rider stopped at the bank and turned around, horse snorting in annoyance. No sooner had it reached the road, several other wraiths joined it.
Frodo sat next to Sam, his gardners arm around him trying to help him recover from the near fatal experience. Pippin let out a huge breath that seemed to have been held in for quite some time. Caroline watched the surrounding banks tensly.
Frodo brushed Sam away and once again his fingers grasped the ring. "How far to the nearest crossing?"
"The Brandywine bridge. Twenty miles." Merry educated the rest of the group as they floated down the river. They stayed in silence for sometime until Pippin spoke up.
"Where are we going?" Caroline held back a smile as she saw Merry roll his eyes.
"Bree, Pip."
"Oh." He said in a downcast voice. Then he smiled brightly. "Is there food there?" This time no one could stifle a giggle, save Sam who thought the situation much to serious to laugh in.
*
The five crept through the forest after tieing the boat up. It was raining quite hard now, and Merry announced that they were close to Bree.
Carefully they ran across the street and Frodo knocked on the big gate surrounding the village of Bree. An annoyed sigh was heard from somewhere inside and then footsteps against the wet gravel.
A window was opened much above their heads and then closed. Finally after much fussing around from the being behind the gate, a hobbit-sized shutter was opened.
"What do you want?" A scraggly old man poked his head out. Frodo stepped forward courageously.
"We're heading for the Prancing Pony." Hearing this the Gatekeeper closed the shutter and opened the gate. His mouth dropped in surprise.
"Hobbits. Four.. no five Hobbits! What business brings you to Bree?"
"We wish to stay at the inn. Our business is our own." 'Good save Frodo.' Caroline thought as she looked nervously around. Those black riders were probably close. The gatekeeper waved his hands in defense.
"Alright, young sir, I meant no offense. It's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad. Can't be too careful." The gatekeeper stepped aside and the five entered Bree. Finally after much bumping into 'big folk' and near fatal accidents involving carts the Frodo let out a sigh and pointed to the Prancing Pony sign.
Once they entered, Pippin and Sam looked longingly at a plate of food going by, Merry stood between the group and the men in the pub feeling protective, Caroline simply gaped at the nasty men about, and Frodo approached the counter.
"Excuse me." A tall, round man stood up and looked around. Not seeing anyone he looked down and then broke into a smile.
"Good evenin little masters. If you're seekin accomodation, we've got some nice cozy, Hobbit-sized rooms avaliable. Always proud to cater to the little folk, Mister... er..." Frodo opened his mouth before he had thought of an alias.
"Uh.. Underhill. My name's Underhill."
"Underhill, yes..." The Innkeeper nodded his head like he understood, but confusion played about his cheery face. Frodo disregarded it and spoke once more.
"We're friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we've arrived?"
"Gandalf? Gandalf... Oh yes! I remember. Elderly chap. Big grey beard, and pointy hat." He said while acting out the last part.
Frodo smiled and nodded.
"Not seen him for six months." Frodo's face darkened and he turned to face his crestfallen companions.
"What do we do now?" Sam asked looking rather wistfully at the pub.
*
"No."
"Oh come on, Caroline! It's good!"
"Eww! No!"
"It's just ale."
"That's not what bothers me.. It's who's been drinking out of these cups before me!" Merry and Pippin glanced nervously at their mugs. They had been trying to get Caroline to drink some ale for quite some time.
"Would you drink out of mine?" Merry offered her his cup. Caroline felt her face tinge pink. She hoped desperately that it didn't show.
See, the thing was, she had always been a bit taken with the young master of Buckland ever since she saw the movie. He was so brave and.. well cute! Before now she had been able to keep her emotions in check because she was so overwhelmed at the fact that she was in Middle Earth.
That didn't happen everyday.
She spent most of her thinking time trying to reason ways she could have gotten here. Maybe she had passed out and this was all a dream... but then it was an incredibly real dream.
"Er.." She bit her bottom lip trying to come up with something to do. Pippin, who had had quite a lot to drink already started to laugh.
"Hehe.. Caroline's scared to drink! Hehehehe.." He almost fell out of his chair but Frodo caught his back and pushed him forward rolling his eyes a bit.
"Scared?" Pippin nodded as Caroline was taken aback at his taunting. "There's nothing i'm scared of." With that she grabbed Merry's mug and began chugging. Which was a considerable amount.
"Woah..." Sam muttered as the four hobbits stared at the girl who had just drained Merry's cup. With a rather nasty face she slammed it on the table and swallowed as if trying to get the taste out of her mouth.
Merry's mouth dropped. That was his whole mug! He was a Brandybuck and probably never would have drunk that much and lived to tell the tale. Pippin was too tipsy to really fathom what she had just done and he slapped her on the back giggling.
"So.. you can drink! C-Can ya sing? Or dance?" He said in a very drunk tone. Caroline, still overwhelmed by the amount of ale she had just consumed, took Pippin up to his second challenge.
"Course I can sing!" Which was.. *ahem*.. a tad bit of a lie. She could sing some things, but don't trust her when she's drunk! Pippin looked at her as expectantly as a drunk person.. er.. Hobbit can.
"Well?"
"Now?"
"Yes!"
"Oh.. later. I'm not drunk enough." Sam snorted from the other side of the table. Caroline flipped him off. "Let's see you get up and sing then! With a nice gardener dance routine to go with it..." She tried to shake the memories she was getting of various fanfics she had read depicting Sam as a pole dancer. Ew.
*
By now, each hobbit, save Sam who thought of himself as the 'responsible Hobbit', had had quite a few drinks.
"An, an, and then he goes up to me and says, 'I heard that!'" Merry, Frodo, and Caroline burst out laughing as Pippin entertained them with a story. Sam sat there chewing his bread thinking, 'If they weren't drunk they would have smacked him by now...'
"So.. now?" Merry looked at Caroline.
"What? when?"
"Are ya, are you gonna sing now?" Pippin nodded his head furiously at Merry's question.
"Uhhh...." Caroline looked around at the three hobbit's pleading faces. "If you sing first!" Pippin's face lightened at her idea.
"Come on Merry! Let's do the Green Dragon song!" Merry nodded, he was just as drunk as Pippin by now. At once they began shouting a song,
"Hey, ho, to the bottle I go to heal my heart and drown my woe!" As they sang these lines, Pippin climed up on top of the table and Merry stood beside him, one foot on the table.
"Rain may fall and wind may blow," Frodo started jumping around the table dancing with various mugs.
"But there still be.. Many miles to go!" Caroline was up on the table by now and was dancing next to Pippin. She knew the song... she sang it a lot at home.
"Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain, and a stream that runs from hill to plain! Better than rain or rippling brook," Everyone looked at Pippin who belted out the last line,
"Is a mug of beer inside this Took!" The Hobbits roared with laughter, Pippin's ringing out above all the rest. With a bow he jumped off the table.
"Wait! You have to sing a song!" Merry stopped Caroline before she could get off the table.
"Aww riight.. okay.." She thought for a moment, mind swimming from the consumption of ale, but finally came up with a song. She stood on the table, eyes closed, as if getting with the beat of the song. Then she began,
"You can see the lies in those real big eyes, she's got the finger tatooed on her inner thigh.."
The whole pub had quieted down from the hobbits show and were now staring intently at Caroline.
"She'll never let you in cuz she can't loose and you've never walked a mile unless it's in her shoes. Everybody's got a friend like her, you don't know jack-shit until you're in her world." She started swing her hips to her song.
"She's a wild child so incomplete like a real bad song bringin on the beat, yeah.." Caroline took a deep breath to prepare for the chorus, earning several hoots.
"If your eyes are blue, hers are a little bluer, If your car is new, hers is a little newer, if there's a dude in love she thinks he want's to screw her, She's got no clue, no clue.." She turned around moving her arms in artistic circles.
"She likes to brag about her pedigree but she ain't nothin but a rich bitch wannabe. She's loud and rude and when she downs a few she's dancin on the bar, drunken half nude. You wanna be a friend but that all depends if your broke as a joker, if you drive a Benz. Everybody's got a friend like her you don't mean jack-shit till you're in her world," She turned again to face her hobbit friends.
"She's a wild child so incomplete like a real bad song bringin on the beat, yeah.."
"If your eyes are blue, hers are a little bluer, If your car is new, hers is a little newer, if there's a dude in love she thinks he want's to screw her, She's got no clue, no clue.."Pippin whistled.
"Somebody take her.. She hates to sleep alone!" Several men cat called and one threw a ferret across the room.
"If you're eyes are blue hers are a little bluer, she keeps droppin names like someone really knew her, and all the guys in there thinks that she's a loser.. She's got no clue, no clue! If your eyes are blue hers are a little bluer, If your ride is cool, hers is a little cooler..."
She began to fade away at the end and the room erupted in cheers.
"Woah.." She said wobbling a little on the small table. Her head was spinning and all this noise wasn't helping... She could hear encores for more from the men at the pub and even singled out Pippin's voice from the crowd. She stood up straight again to prepare for another song. Once again everyone was cheering.
"Okay.. here goes." She smiled and began moving a little to some beat inside her head. Then she sang,
"Baby can't you see? I'm crawlin.." All eyes were on her as she began singing.
"A guy like you, should wear a warning..." She let her hand point somewhere in the audience of grubby men who pointed dumbly to themselves and instantly began bickering over who she was talking to.
"It's dangerous, I'm fallin.." As soon as she sang this the men stopped and didn't take their eyes off her.
"There's no escape, I can't break.. I need a hit," After this line she jumped off the table and danced over to Merry who, like the other hobbits was staring at her mouth open.
"Baby give me it, You're dangerous.. i'm lovin it.." Her voice lowered to a husky whisper as she moved her body to an invisible beat leaning closer to Merry. He still sat there, mouth hanging open. Singing that she started dancing around the table.
"Too high can't come down, it's in my head spinnin round and round.." As Caroline sang she began to feel very lightheaded. She managed one last line,
"Do you... do you feel me now?", before she blinked her eyes and fell over right onto the floor behind Frodo's chair. All the men went back to their drinks.
"Caroline?" Frodo asked peering over the back of his chair. She lay there motionless. Merry and Pippin looked confusedly at Frodo.
"What happened?" Pippin asked, he was still quite drunk. Immediatly Sam jumped up and felt her cheek.
"Too much ale." He resolved and somehow managed to drag her to her feet. He carried her over to a chair and set her in it, with a little help from Merry [who was still overwhelmed by the singing/dancing]. She sat in her chair, slumped over on the table. Frodo shook his head.
"You shouldn't enourage her, Pippin.." Pippin pointed to himself as if he was wondering if Frodo was talking to him, then looked at Caroline.
"Well she's a good singer."
"And not a bad dancer, either." Merry added to Pippin's remark. Frodo snorted.
"We all know you think so." Merry flushed beet red. Sam busied himself by occasionally checking up on Caroline. The evening was a lot more quiet now that Caroline had passed out.
"Be right back." Merry said and left the table.
"But wait? Where are you going?" Pippin called after him, but he didn't answer. "Oh well." He glanced at Sam who was dabbing Caroline's head with a wet cloth and stole one of his bread crusts.
***
a/n :: okay i mixed up a few things in this chapter, as you would have noticed if you've seen the movie, that the hobbits sing. In the book I think Frodo sings at Bree and crushes a table or something.. lol.. i dont remember its been too long since i read them. so i got merry and pippin to do their green dragon scene here! hope you liked it! yeah i also left out a few lines in "clueless" but that really doesnt matter...
FROM THIS PART...
"If your eyes are blue, hers are a little bluer, If your car is new, hers is a little newer, if there's a dude in love she thinks he want's to screw her, She's got no clue, no clue.." She turned around moving her arms in artistic circles. okay... what i meant to say here was she was moving her arms sorta like mandy moore did in that movie 'how to deal' when she was dancing for that trent ford guy.. i dunno i cant explain it.. sorry!
Chapter 2 :: SDADH [Singing, Dancing, And Drunk Hobbits]
Summary :: Your basic NON SLASH Merry/OC mary sue.
Disclaimer :: Don't own Tolkiens great inventions. Only Caroline, her family, and my plot.
Reviews :: kurleyhawk2 - thanks! yeah sorry about posting the same chapter twice.. i accidentally posted it again and then couldnt remember how to delete a chapter cuz the remove buttone doesnt show up on my screen so i had to scroll over and this is getting confusing but here is a NEW chapter so enjoy!
Jupiter's Light - heres a post!
Leglaurele - yes well you don't have a character! haha sorry helen!
dab+brakensilver - ahh yeah i love the hobbits too! i was obsessed with legolas for so long and then like last week i was like wow.. i like hobbits now! so go merry and pippin!
evil orverlord - when did i say that??? but i could say yes to some!
Estella Brandybuck - haha nope he's mine!
a/n :: "Clueless" [the second song you read] belongs to Pay The Girl and "Toxic" belongs to Britney Spears. Everything LOTR related is Tolkiens. I own my plot [well some of it] and Caroline.
*** "What was that?" Merry asked, looking from Sam to Frodo. Frodo was panting slightly at the ground. His fist was clutched around something through his shirt.
His eyes raised to Caroline. "Who are you?" Caroline opened her mouth, but closed it, lost for words.
"I.. Well.." She looked at each hobbit. How could she explain this? "My name is Caroline Watson. I'm.. well i'm lost." She decided it might not go over too well if she told them she was from another world.
"Lost?" Merry repeated. "Where do you live?"
"Far from here."
"Oh I'm sure we know it! Try us." The Brandybuck encouraged her. Caroline shook her head slowly.
"Look. You guys can't help me, but," Was there someone that could help her? Someone wise, powerful.. someone who could fathom the trouble she was in...
"Do you know where I can find Gandalf the Grey?" Frodo glanced at Sam.
"We are traveling to meet him in Bree right now." Sam glared at Frodo. "You may join us if you wish."
"Mister Frodo??!" Sam protested.
"What?" Caroline shouted at Sam who started back at her as if she were some wild Orc. "I'm not evil!"
"Quite the contrary."
"Sam!" Frodo repremanded Sam, and Merry followed suit.
"She's not dangerous!"
"She's a hobbit wearing shoes! Of course she is!"
"Okay now that's getting personal! I may be 4'10", only a few inches taller than my six year old brother but that's not reason to call me a hobbit!" Caroline shouted taking a step closer to Sam, as if challenging him.
"Four foot ten eh?" Sam sneered. "You're no taller than Pippin over there." Caroline glanced at Pippin who looked around meekly. Staring down at herself she realized how big her clothes were... then it dawned on her.
"Holy crap i'm short!!" Merry and Pippin exchanged glances as Sam crossed his arms triumphantly.
"I don't know what kind of hobbit you are, seein you're wearin shoes but that doesn't matter. Go back to your hole and quit following us!"
"Sam! Stop it! She needs to see Gandalf so why can't she come with us?"
"But Mister Frodo-"
"Last time I checked, Sam, I was the older and overuling hobbit here." Frodo said sharply. Sam looked downcast but nodded in agreement. Saying no more Frodo turned to leave and everyone followed.
*
They had been walking all day, dodging suspicious looking animals and what not. Soon night fell and Frodo began to get a bit more edgy. Mist and fog settled along the ground, obstructing the distance from view. The night air was considerably still until,
"WIIII!!!" The shrill screech of the Nazgul reached their ears, causing them all to flinch.
"Black riders!" Sam said in disgust. Their pace quickened and they continued in a more stealthy manner, hiding behind trees. For some time the air was quiet. Caroline felt relieved to have no more encounters with them.. no matter how many times you watch the movie, nothing can prepare you for the real thing.
"What's going on?" No sooner had Pippin spoke, a Black rider came galloping down a pathway just ahead of them. It stopped under the moonlight and the horse reared up on it's back legs, screeching. The rider turned it's head and looked behind it and then dangerously close to where the hobbits lay hidden and ran off.
As they cautiously got to their feet, Merry approached Frodo.
"That Black rider was looking for something. Or someone..." He said in a dark voice. "Frodo?" Frodo stared ahead, a hopeless look on his face, until he finally spoke.
"I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree."
Merry nodded. "Right. Buckleberry Ferry. Follow me." They began running again until the river was in sight. Relief flooded through Caroline. Soon they would be safe. She was startled from her thoughts of safety when a loud rustling of bush from behind them was heard and a wraith rode out into the clearing.
"Run! Frodo, this way! Follow me!" Merry directed the hobbits to the ferry that he, Sam, and Pippin safely jumped onto. Caroline wasn't much of a runner, but pushed herself until the pain in her legs was horrible. She reached the bank and lept onto the ferry.
"Frodo.." She heard Sam mutter as the ring bearer ran as fast as his hobbit feet would carry him, the Black rider hot on his heels.
"Run Frodo! No! Hurry! Come one! Run Frodo!" The four hobbits shouted together encouraging Frodo to outrun the rider. Finally he reached the edge of the ground and took a spectacular flying leap and landed on the boat.
The black rider stopped at the bank and turned around, horse snorting in annoyance. No sooner had it reached the road, several other wraiths joined it.
Frodo sat next to Sam, his gardners arm around him trying to help him recover from the near fatal experience. Pippin let out a huge breath that seemed to have been held in for quite some time. Caroline watched the surrounding banks tensly.
Frodo brushed Sam away and once again his fingers grasped the ring. "How far to the nearest crossing?"
"The Brandywine bridge. Twenty miles." Merry educated the rest of the group as they floated down the river. They stayed in silence for sometime until Pippin spoke up.
"Where are we going?" Caroline held back a smile as she saw Merry roll his eyes.
"Bree, Pip."
"Oh." He said in a downcast voice. Then he smiled brightly. "Is there food there?" This time no one could stifle a giggle, save Sam who thought the situation much to serious to laugh in.
*
The five crept through the forest after tieing the boat up. It was raining quite hard now, and Merry announced that they were close to Bree.
Carefully they ran across the street and Frodo knocked on the big gate surrounding the village of Bree. An annoyed sigh was heard from somewhere inside and then footsteps against the wet gravel.
A window was opened much above their heads and then closed. Finally after much fussing around from the being behind the gate, a hobbit-sized shutter was opened.
"What do you want?" A scraggly old man poked his head out. Frodo stepped forward courageously.
"We're heading for the Prancing Pony." Hearing this the Gatekeeper closed the shutter and opened the gate. His mouth dropped in surprise.
"Hobbits. Four.. no five Hobbits! What business brings you to Bree?"
"We wish to stay at the inn. Our business is our own." 'Good save Frodo.' Caroline thought as she looked nervously around. Those black riders were probably close. The gatekeeper waved his hands in defense.
"Alright, young sir, I meant no offense. It's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad. Can't be too careful." The gatekeeper stepped aside and the five entered Bree. Finally after much bumping into 'big folk' and near fatal accidents involving carts the Frodo let out a sigh and pointed to the Prancing Pony sign.
Once they entered, Pippin and Sam looked longingly at a plate of food going by, Merry stood between the group and the men in the pub feeling protective, Caroline simply gaped at the nasty men about, and Frodo approached the counter.
"Excuse me." A tall, round man stood up and looked around. Not seeing anyone he looked down and then broke into a smile.
"Good evenin little masters. If you're seekin accomodation, we've got some nice cozy, Hobbit-sized rooms avaliable. Always proud to cater to the little folk, Mister... er..." Frodo opened his mouth before he had thought of an alias.
"Uh.. Underhill. My name's Underhill."
"Underhill, yes..." The Innkeeper nodded his head like he understood, but confusion played about his cheery face. Frodo disregarded it and spoke once more.
"We're friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we've arrived?"
"Gandalf? Gandalf... Oh yes! I remember. Elderly chap. Big grey beard, and pointy hat." He said while acting out the last part.
Frodo smiled and nodded.
"Not seen him for six months." Frodo's face darkened and he turned to face his crestfallen companions.
"What do we do now?" Sam asked looking rather wistfully at the pub.
*
"No."
"Oh come on, Caroline! It's good!"
"Eww! No!"
"It's just ale."
"That's not what bothers me.. It's who's been drinking out of these cups before me!" Merry and Pippin glanced nervously at their mugs. They had been trying to get Caroline to drink some ale for quite some time.
"Would you drink out of mine?" Merry offered her his cup. Caroline felt her face tinge pink. She hoped desperately that it didn't show.
See, the thing was, she had always been a bit taken with the young master of Buckland ever since she saw the movie. He was so brave and.. well cute! Before now she had been able to keep her emotions in check because she was so overwhelmed at the fact that she was in Middle Earth.
That didn't happen everyday.
She spent most of her thinking time trying to reason ways she could have gotten here. Maybe she had passed out and this was all a dream... but then it was an incredibly real dream.
"Er.." She bit her bottom lip trying to come up with something to do. Pippin, who had had quite a lot to drink already started to laugh.
"Hehe.. Caroline's scared to drink! Hehehehe.." He almost fell out of his chair but Frodo caught his back and pushed him forward rolling his eyes a bit.
"Scared?" Pippin nodded as Caroline was taken aback at his taunting. "There's nothing i'm scared of." With that she grabbed Merry's mug and began chugging. Which was a considerable amount.
"Woah..." Sam muttered as the four hobbits stared at the girl who had just drained Merry's cup. With a rather nasty face she slammed it on the table and swallowed as if trying to get the taste out of her mouth.
Merry's mouth dropped. That was his whole mug! He was a Brandybuck and probably never would have drunk that much and lived to tell the tale. Pippin was too tipsy to really fathom what she had just done and he slapped her on the back giggling.
"So.. you can drink! C-Can ya sing? Or dance?" He said in a very drunk tone. Caroline, still overwhelmed by the amount of ale she had just consumed, took Pippin up to his second challenge.
"Course I can sing!" Which was.. *ahem*.. a tad bit of a lie. She could sing some things, but don't trust her when she's drunk! Pippin looked at her as expectantly as a drunk person.. er.. Hobbit can.
"Well?"
"Now?"
"Yes!"
"Oh.. later. I'm not drunk enough." Sam snorted from the other side of the table. Caroline flipped him off. "Let's see you get up and sing then! With a nice gardener dance routine to go with it..." She tried to shake the memories she was getting of various fanfics she had read depicting Sam as a pole dancer. Ew.
*
By now, each hobbit, save Sam who thought of himself as the 'responsible Hobbit', had had quite a few drinks.
"An, an, and then he goes up to me and says, 'I heard that!'" Merry, Frodo, and Caroline burst out laughing as Pippin entertained them with a story. Sam sat there chewing his bread thinking, 'If they weren't drunk they would have smacked him by now...'
"So.. now?" Merry looked at Caroline.
"What? when?"
"Are ya, are you gonna sing now?" Pippin nodded his head furiously at Merry's question.
"Uhhh...." Caroline looked around at the three hobbit's pleading faces. "If you sing first!" Pippin's face lightened at her idea.
"Come on Merry! Let's do the Green Dragon song!" Merry nodded, he was just as drunk as Pippin by now. At once they began shouting a song,
"Hey, ho, to the bottle I go to heal my heart and drown my woe!" As they sang these lines, Pippin climed up on top of the table and Merry stood beside him, one foot on the table.
"Rain may fall and wind may blow," Frodo started jumping around the table dancing with various mugs.
"But there still be.. Many miles to go!" Caroline was up on the table by now and was dancing next to Pippin. She knew the song... she sang it a lot at home.
"Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain, and a stream that runs from hill to plain! Better than rain or rippling brook," Everyone looked at Pippin who belted out the last line,
"Is a mug of beer inside this Took!" The Hobbits roared with laughter, Pippin's ringing out above all the rest. With a bow he jumped off the table.
"Wait! You have to sing a song!" Merry stopped Caroline before she could get off the table.
"Aww riight.. okay.." She thought for a moment, mind swimming from the consumption of ale, but finally came up with a song. She stood on the table, eyes closed, as if getting with the beat of the song. Then she began,
"You can see the lies in those real big eyes, she's got the finger tatooed on her inner thigh.."
The whole pub had quieted down from the hobbits show and were now staring intently at Caroline.
"She'll never let you in cuz she can't loose and you've never walked a mile unless it's in her shoes. Everybody's got a friend like her, you don't know jack-shit until you're in her world." She started swing her hips to her song.
"She's a wild child so incomplete like a real bad song bringin on the beat, yeah.." Caroline took a deep breath to prepare for the chorus, earning several hoots.
"If your eyes are blue, hers are a little bluer, If your car is new, hers is a little newer, if there's a dude in love she thinks he want's to screw her, She's got no clue, no clue.." She turned around moving her arms in artistic circles.
"She likes to brag about her pedigree but she ain't nothin but a rich bitch wannabe. She's loud and rude and when she downs a few she's dancin on the bar, drunken half nude. You wanna be a friend but that all depends if your broke as a joker, if you drive a Benz. Everybody's got a friend like her you don't mean jack-shit till you're in her world," She turned again to face her hobbit friends.
"She's a wild child so incomplete like a real bad song bringin on the beat, yeah.."
"If your eyes are blue, hers are a little bluer, If your car is new, hers is a little newer, if there's a dude in love she thinks he want's to screw her, She's got no clue, no clue.."Pippin whistled.
"Somebody take her.. She hates to sleep alone!" Several men cat called and one threw a ferret across the room.
"If you're eyes are blue hers are a little bluer, she keeps droppin names like someone really knew her, and all the guys in there thinks that she's a loser.. She's got no clue, no clue! If your eyes are blue hers are a little bluer, If your ride is cool, hers is a little cooler..."
She began to fade away at the end and the room erupted in cheers.
"Woah.." She said wobbling a little on the small table. Her head was spinning and all this noise wasn't helping... She could hear encores for more from the men at the pub and even singled out Pippin's voice from the crowd. She stood up straight again to prepare for another song. Once again everyone was cheering.
"Okay.. here goes." She smiled and began moving a little to some beat inside her head. Then she sang,
"Baby can't you see? I'm crawlin.." All eyes were on her as she began singing.
"A guy like you, should wear a warning..." She let her hand point somewhere in the audience of grubby men who pointed dumbly to themselves and instantly began bickering over who she was talking to.
"It's dangerous, I'm fallin.." As soon as she sang this the men stopped and didn't take their eyes off her.
"There's no escape, I can't break.. I need a hit," After this line she jumped off the table and danced over to Merry who, like the other hobbits was staring at her mouth open.
"Baby give me it, You're dangerous.. i'm lovin it.." Her voice lowered to a husky whisper as she moved her body to an invisible beat leaning closer to Merry. He still sat there, mouth hanging open. Singing that she started dancing around the table.
"Too high can't come down, it's in my head spinnin round and round.." As Caroline sang she began to feel very lightheaded. She managed one last line,
"Do you... do you feel me now?", before she blinked her eyes and fell over right onto the floor behind Frodo's chair. All the men went back to their drinks.
"Caroline?" Frodo asked peering over the back of his chair. She lay there motionless. Merry and Pippin looked confusedly at Frodo.
"What happened?" Pippin asked, he was still quite drunk. Immediatly Sam jumped up and felt her cheek.
"Too much ale." He resolved and somehow managed to drag her to her feet. He carried her over to a chair and set her in it, with a little help from Merry [who was still overwhelmed by the singing/dancing]. She sat in her chair, slumped over on the table. Frodo shook his head.
"You shouldn't enourage her, Pippin.." Pippin pointed to himself as if he was wondering if Frodo was talking to him, then looked at Caroline.
"Well she's a good singer."
"And not a bad dancer, either." Merry added to Pippin's remark. Frodo snorted.
"We all know you think so." Merry flushed beet red. Sam busied himself by occasionally checking up on Caroline. The evening was a lot more quiet now that Caroline had passed out.
"Be right back." Merry said and left the table.
"But wait? Where are you going?" Pippin called after him, but he didn't answer. "Oh well." He glanced at Sam who was dabbing Caroline's head with a wet cloth and stole one of his bread crusts.
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a/n :: okay i mixed up a few things in this chapter, as you would have noticed if you've seen the movie, that the hobbits sing. In the book I think Frodo sings at Bree and crushes a table or something.. lol.. i dont remember its been too long since i read them. so i got merry and pippin to do their green dragon scene here! hope you liked it! yeah i also left out a few lines in "clueless" but that really doesnt matter...
FROM THIS PART...
"If your eyes are blue, hers are a little bluer, If your car is new, hers is a little newer, if there's a dude in love she thinks he want's to screw her, She's got no clue, no clue.." She turned around moving her arms in artistic circles. okay... what i meant to say here was she was moving her arms sorta like mandy moore did in that movie 'how to deal' when she was dancing for that trent ford guy.. i dunno i cant explain it.. sorry!