Disclaimer: Don't you know by now????? *holds hands up into the air (camera shot from above…zooming in* I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! *camera zooms so It hits her on the nose* OW! I don't deserve this! Where is my agent??? Merry? MERRY!
A.N. This was another chapter written late at night…I had inspiration…as I said last time…blame the muses! (and the drink ^-^)
Pippin opened his eyes and shut them immediately, for a blinding light was emitting from the open doorway. Dare he hope? Gandalf? His heart skipped a beat. Then he remembered. It couldn't be Gandalf, he fell in Moria.
He opened his eyes again and looked upon the figure in the doorway. It was not Gandalf, but Saruman, as he had feared.
"What have you been doing with my prisoner?" Saruman demanded, glaring daggers at the two uruks cowering away from him.
"We was just playin' wiv' 'im like. 'Ee was just hangin' there and we couldn't help ourselves could we Laz?" explained Gaflag fearfully. They both knew what Saruman was capable of.
" I shouldn't have expected anything less from a pair of half wits like yourselves. Very well. Be gone. Leave me with the halfling." Saruman's orders were followed and they walked, bow-legged out of the room. As soon as the bang of the door sounded, the wizard turned on Pippin. He studied the marks that had been made by the whip, and noticed the object lying on the floor near by. He glided over and picked it up. Running his long fingers over the blood soaked leather. Transferring it to his left hand, he walked over to Pippin, arm outstretched.
"Now I am not one for using brute strength on a prisoner. That is for my beasts to do. I prefer a more subtle approach." He picked up one of the steel tips and examined it. "Hmmm. It seems sharp, but how much does it take to make a hobbit bleed?" He reached up to over Pippin's left eye and put the metal to his flesh. He then drew it slowly across the hobbit's forehead, leaving a long score in his pale skin. Pippin whimpered as blood dripped down from the cut and into his eyes. "Interesting. If that is all it takes to make you bleed, I wonder how much it will take to make you scream." Saruman picked up his staff which was leaning against a wall and pointed it at Pippin. He muttered some words under his breath and at once Pippin felt excruciating pain all over his body. He tried to curl into a ball but the manacles stopped that. He started to writhe around, tensing all his muscles in hope of ridding himself of the white hot knives that seemed to be piercing his skin. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Pippin hung limply, breathing hard, eyes closed. One tear escaped through his eyelids and dribbled down his cheek.
"You do not scream. Why?" Saruman enquired. "Why! Answer me!"
"I don't." Pippin said through clenched teeth. "Want you to have the satisfaction."
"Certainly defiant aren't you, not much good for a slave. I really don't know what use I could put you to if you wont help me. Maybe the orcs can have you, I'm sure they would find a use for a pretty little thing like you." Saruman pondered. Pippin's blood boiled at being called a 'pretty little thing' and he thought what his father would think if he could see him now. Paladin always wanted Pippin to stay indoors, keep out of mischief and be a good boy. Tooks have an naturally adventurous streak but he was going to be 'the most honourable Thain of the Shire' one day and so needed to be gentlehobbity and kind. Kind, Pippin certainly was but as for being a gentlehobbit…that was partly Merry's fault!
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It was the night of Fatty Bolger's birthday party, which was being held at the Green Dragon in Bywater. Merry and Pippin had been staying at Bag end for a few days and had decided that they would go with Frodo and Sam to the get together. And why not! Free food and drink…no hobbit could turn that down! There were going to be many hobbit lasses there as well, which was another reason for the partners in crime to be going! Merry certainly had more charm with the ladies and could win one over with a few words but Pippin was like a magnet. When he passed, girls would giggle and blush and when he looked at them they would turn away smiling.
As they entered, a roar of noise hit them, as well as the strong smell of good food and ale. Merry and Pippin headed straight to the bar and ordered two halves to start the evening off. After paying a long visit to the food table they went back to the bar and ordered two more. The two were famous for their singing and dancing, especially on tables in pubs, and after a while, someone called for a song.
"That's our cue Pip!" shouted Merry, and they both clambered onto a table and began to sing.
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There is an Inn, a merry old inn
Beneath an old grey hill
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the man in the moon himself came down
One night to drink his fill
The ostler has a tipsy cat
That plays a five stringed fiddle
And up…
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On and up, both of them jumped in the air and landed on the table with a thump. Merry slipped and crashed into Pippin, causing them both to land on the floor in a heap. Laughing, they stood back up. They were both covered in ale and cake which made them look very comical. Rosie Cotton's voice rose above the din. "You two! Do you want to go and get cleaned up? There's a room out back."
"Im ok Rosie, but I think Pip might have to, he got the worst of it!" Merry shouted, and indeed, he had got the worst of it!
He went into the small room behind the bar and began to take off his waistcoat. Suddenly the door banged open and five of six lasses burst in on the topless Pippin.
"There he is!" squealed one, and they all rushed towards him. Tearing at his food covered clothes and hair.
"Get off! Help! Merry! Help!" he may have been quite strong but it was impossible to stop them. Finally his cries were heard and the barman walked in and saved him from the gaggle of girls.
"Ill 'ave none of that in my pub! Get out! All of you! Are you alright Master Peregrin?" asked the hobbit.
"I'm, um, fine" Said Pippin unconvincingly. Then he noticed Merry standing in the doorway with a grin on his face. It dawned on him. "Merry! Im going to kill you!" Shouted the young hobbit. Merry had sent the lasses in after him.
"I only thought you needed a boost Pippin!" Merry grinned again and ran off.
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The memory made Pippin smile slightly. Saruman frowned.
"You find it funny? Guards!" Gaflag and Lazmig ran in. "Take him to somewhere more comfortable." He smiled maliciously.
The two orcs unlocked Pippin's manacles and roughly pulled him away from the wall. He was blindfolded and carried for some time, before being thrown in a room. The blindfold was taken off him and he could see his surroundings. A very small space, surrounded by iron bars. He was in a cage.
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AN. Hello again! That was a long chapter. Sorry if you didn't like the memory but I had to put something like that in! Constructive criticism always welcome! Or just blab on! I like that too!
Ice Ember: I think you did Aragorn just fine. Plz go back to Pippin soon. ^_^
Pippin da Great: aw thank you…here we go! Back to Pippin!
--------------------- Mistoffelees: Poor Aragorn! He's so conflicted and etc. Update w/ hobbits! Soon! ~whacks w/ stickses~ And yes, I reviewed several times in Recaptured!, and that's really weird that you recognized me for that. But if it makes me famous, I'm cool with it. Heh. Pippin da Great: We are back to hobbits! You are famous now…*gets camera and starts taking piccies*(lots of big flashes)
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Angels, Demons and Plushies:Cute story, Pippin: What the hell do you mean 'cute'?! Adrienne: Dear Pippin plushies, the reason why it's cute is because YOU and Merry star in it. Pippin: But Merry's dead! Adrienne: ... Pippin: Well, at least I think he is... Merry: Don't talk unless you know what your talking about. Pippin: MERRY!! *hugs Merry* ^_^ Adrienne: Pippin, since you and Merry are plushies, my plushies no less, you won't be separated like in this fic... though I almost cried. Merry & Pippin: *hug tighter* I WON'T BE TAKEN AWAY!! Adrienne: Yeah... um, no more cliffes? Na, leave the chapters at cliffs from now on! ^_^ Cliffes are good! Pippin: 0.0 Merry: TRAITOR!!
Pippin da Great: I had to put the whole of this review in! I loved it! *rolls around on the floor*
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Icanreadncount: YOU RULE HOW YOU UPDATE SO FAST! Hee. Great chapter. Have you noticed the reviews seem strangly happy for an angst story? Ack, I forgot to gasp. *gasp* There we go. Update soon!
Pippin da Great: oooh! I rule! I didn't notice that but its true! Wots with the 'ack' O_o
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Pip4: O, this is neat. The three are still after them. Yay! that's good. It's a pretty good sotry for being made up on the spot
Pippin da Great: Yep, they don't give up! Thank you!
A.N. This was another chapter written late at night…I had inspiration…as I said last time…blame the muses! (and the drink ^-^)
Pippin opened his eyes and shut them immediately, for a blinding light was emitting from the open doorway. Dare he hope? Gandalf? His heart skipped a beat. Then he remembered. It couldn't be Gandalf, he fell in Moria.
He opened his eyes again and looked upon the figure in the doorway. It was not Gandalf, but Saruman, as he had feared.
"What have you been doing with my prisoner?" Saruman demanded, glaring daggers at the two uruks cowering away from him.
"We was just playin' wiv' 'im like. 'Ee was just hangin' there and we couldn't help ourselves could we Laz?" explained Gaflag fearfully. They both knew what Saruman was capable of.
" I shouldn't have expected anything less from a pair of half wits like yourselves. Very well. Be gone. Leave me with the halfling." Saruman's orders were followed and they walked, bow-legged out of the room. As soon as the bang of the door sounded, the wizard turned on Pippin. He studied the marks that had been made by the whip, and noticed the object lying on the floor near by. He glided over and picked it up. Running his long fingers over the blood soaked leather. Transferring it to his left hand, he walked over to Pippin, arm outstretched.
"Now I am not one for using brute strength on a prisoner. That is for my beasts to do. I prefer a more subtle approach." He picked up one of the steel tips and examined it. "Hmmm. It seems sharp, but how much does it take to make a hobbit bleed?" He reached up to over Pippin's left eye and put the metal to his flesh. He then drew it slowly across the hobbit's forehead, leaving a long score in his pale skin. Pippin whimpered as blood dripped down from the cut and into his eyes. "Interesting. If that is all it takes to make you bleed, I wonder how much it will take to make you scream." Saruman picked up his staff which was leaning against a wall and pointed it at Pippin. He muttered some words under his breath and at once Pippin felt excruciating pain all over his body. He tried to curl into a ball but the manacles stopped that. He started to writhe around, tensing all his muscles in hope of ridding himself of the white hot knives that seemed to be piercing his skin. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Pippin hung limply, breathing hard, eyes closed. One tear escaped through his eyelids and dribbled down his cheek.
"You do not scream. Why?" Saruman enquired. "Why! Answer me!"
"I don't." Pippin said through clenched teeth. "Want you to have the satisfaction."
"Certainly defiant aren't you, not much good for a slave. I really don't know what use I could put you to if you wont help me. Maybe the orcs can have you, I'm sure they would find a use for a pretty little thing like you." Saruman pondered. Pippin's blood boiled at being called a 'pretty little thing' and he thought what his father would think if he could see him now. Paladin always wanted Pippin to stay indoors, keep out of mischief and be a good boy. Tooks have an naturally adventurous streak but he was going to be 'the most honourable Thain of the Shire' one day and so needed to be gentlehobbity and kind. Kind, Pippin certainly was but as for being a gentlehobbit…that was partly Merry's fault!
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It was the night of Fatty Bolger's birthday party, which was being held at the Green Dragon in Bywater. Merry and Pippin had been staying at Bag end for a few days and had decided that they would go with Frodo and Sam to the get together. And why not! Free food and drink…no hobbit could turn that down! There were going to be many hobbit lasses there as well, which was another reason for the partners in crime to be going! Merry certainly had more charm with the ladies and could win one over with a few words but Pippin was like a magnet. When he passed, girls would giggle and blush and when he looked at them they would turn away smiling.
As they entered, a roar of noise hit them, as well as the strong smell of good food and ale. Merry and Pippin headed straight to the bar and ordered two halves to start the evening off. After paying a long visit to the food table they went back to the bar and ordered two more. The two were famous for their singing and dancing, especially on tables in pubs, and after a while, someone called for a song.
"That's our cue Pip!" shouted Merry, and they both clambered onto a table and began to sing.
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There is an Inn, a merry old inn
Beneath an old grey hill
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the man in the moon himself came down
One night to drink his fill
The ostler has a tipsy cat
That plays a five stringed fiddle
And up…
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On and up, both of them jumped in the air and landed on the table with a thump. Merry slipped and crashed into Pippin, causing them both to land on the floor in a heap. Laughing, they stood back up. They were both covered in ale and cake which made them look very comical. Rosie Cotton's voice rose above the din. "You two! Do you want to go and get cleaned up? There's a room out back."
"Im ok Rosie, but I think Pip might have to, he got the worst of it!" Merry shouted, and indeed, he had got the worst of it!
He went into the small room behind the bar and began to take off his waistcoat. Suddenly the door banged open and five of six lasses burst in on the topless Pippin.
"There he is!" squealed one, and they all rushed towards him. Tearing at his food covered clothes and hair.
"Get off! Help! Merry! Help!" he may have been quite strong but it was impossible to stop them. Finally his cries were heard and the barman walked in and saved him from the gaggle of girls.
"Ill 'ave none of that in my pub! Get out! All of you! Are you alright Master Peregrin?" asked the hobbit.
"I'm, um, fine" Said Pippin unconvincingly. Then he noticed Merry standing in the doorway with a grin on his face. It dawned on him. "Merry! Im going to kill you!" Shouted the young hobbit. Merry had sent the lasses in after him.
"I only thought you needed a boost Pippin!" Merry grinned again and ran off.
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The memory made Pippin smile slightly. Saruman frowned.
"You find it funny? Guards!" Gaflag and Lazmig ran in. "Take him to somewhere more comfortable." He smiled maliciously.
The two orcs unlocked Pippin's manacles and roughly pulled him away from the wall. He was blindfolded and carried for some time, before being thrown in a room. The blindfold was taken off him and he could see his surroundings. A very small space, surrounded by iron bars. He was in a cage.
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AN. Hello again! That was a long chapter. Sorry if you didn't like the memory but I had to put something like that in! Constructive criticism always welcome! Or just blab on! I like that too!
Ice Ember: I think you did Aragorn just fine. Plz go back to Pippin soon. ^_^
Pippin da Great: aw thank you…here we go! Back to Pippin!
--------------------- Mistoffelees: Poor Aragorn! He's so conflicted and etc. Update w/ hobbits! Soon! ~whacks w/ stickses~ And yes, I reviewed several times in Recaptured!, and that's really weird that you recognized me for that. But if it makes me famous, I'm cool with it. Heh. Pippin da Great: We are back to hobbits! You are famous now…*gets camera and starts taking piccies*(lots of big flashes)
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Angels, Demons and Plushies:Cute story, Pippin: What the hell do you mean 'cute'?! Adrienne: Dear Pippin plushies, the reason why it's cute is because YOU and Merry star in it. Pippin: But Merry's dead! Adrienne: ... Pippin: Well, at least I think he is... Merry: Don't talk unless you know what your talking about. Pippin: MERRY!! *hugs Merry* ^_^ Adrienne: Pippin, since you and Merry are plushies, my plushies no less, you won't be separated like in this fic... though I almost cried. Merry & Pippin: *hug tighter* I WON'T BE TAKEN AWAY!! Adrienne: Yeah... um, no more cliffes? Na, leave the chapters at cliffs from now on! ^_^ Cliffes are good! Pippin: 0.0 Merry: TRAITOR!!
Pippin da Great: I had to put the whole of this review in! I loved it! *rolls around on the floor*
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Icanreadncount: YOU RULE HOW YOU UPDATE SO FAST! Hee. Great chapter. Have you noticed the reviews seem strangly happy for an angst story? Ack, I forgot to gasp. *gasp* There we go. Update soon!
Pippin da Great: oooh! I rule! I didn't notice that but its true! Wots with the 'ack' O_o
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Pip4: O, this is neat. The three are still after them. Yay! that's good. It's a pretty good sotry for being made up on the spot
Pippin da Great: Yep, they don't give up! Thank you!