**well I'm on a writing binge this week, to your benefit. Remember in the
beginning of the last chapter how Elrond's potion will give nightmares to
Pippin? Well, keep that in mind in this chapter...enjoy!
Peregrin Took was floating away in a sea of ale with a pipe in hand. He was happily drifting along in the currents until his pipe caught on fire, burning his hand. Pippin let out a help of pain, but then put his hand under the sea of ale. When he brought it back up, his hand was healed. The hobbit let himself sink under the tides for a moment, drinking some of the ale before he came back to the surface.
When he breeched the ale, a not so friendly sight was before him.
An old wooden sign with crossbones painted in black read: DANGER- PROHIBITION AHEAD
"EEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Pippin screamed and tried to swim back to shore, but there was no shore to swim to! The current was pulling him ever closer to the sign of doom. As he began to pass it, Pippin grabbed hold of the sign, clinging on for dear life, and drinking ale at the same time. Except now it wasn't ale, it was vinegar.
Pippin spat and sputtered as he tried to get the foul taste out of his mouth. His grip was loosening, and splinters were digging into his fingers. As he looked over his shoulder, he froze in terror.
A huge doll's head with enormous eyes was at the end of the sea, which now let off into a waterfall. The all of the vinegar was flowing into the dolls mouth. The doll smiled, and the current began to move faster. Pippin was holding onto the sign with his fingertips, but the current was so strong that the sign broke in half while Pippin was still holding onto it.
Pippin ditched the sign and tried to swim back, away from the doll that was getting ever bigger. When at last Pippin could swim no more, he let himself fall into the dolls mouth, and he was swarmed in the vinegar. He let out a scream that nobody heard as he fell into darkness...
"EEEEEIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Pip woke up in a cold sweat, his sheets entangled around him. He kicked and punched at nothing in his fit to be free of his sheeted prison, and in doing so fell to the floor.
THUD
Pippin stood up slowly as he realized what he had experienced had been a very, very bad nightmare. As he walked back over to his bed, he saw that his clean, white sheets were stained yellow before he smelled what made the stain. He looked down at his trousers and as he did he felt the warmth of something on his crotch.
"Aw, shit," Pippin murmured as he pulled off his trousers and under britches. He put them in a canvas bag and closed it tight so as he couldn't smell raw fish anymore. Feeling that he could wait until morning to take a shower, he pulled on a clean pair of under britches and got out a pair of tan sleeping pants from his closet.
As he stripped the sheets off his bed and prepared to go to sleep again, the vivid image of the doll came back to him.
"EIAH!"
He fell out of the bed again, and his spleen panged him as he did so. He squatted next to the wall, drawing his legs against his chest, rocking back and forth trying to coax himself back to sleep. It didn't do the trick.
Pippin's eyes were weary with sleep, but he couldn't sleep alone. He was too afraid that the doll might come back after him. He stood up again and reached for the door handle.
CREEEEK
Something had walked behind him. Pippin slowly turned around. The doll was on his bed, staring at him.
"EIIAHH!!"
Pippin bolted out the door and across the hall to Merry's room.
CRRREEEEEEEK
Pippin turned to look back and saw the doll peering his head out of his room, smiling evilly.
CREEK
SLAM
CLICK
Pip quickly dashed into Merry's room, slammed the door, and locked the door.
"Haminahaminahamina...whaaa..what the? Pip, what are you doing?" Merry said as he sleepily sat up from his bed. As he did so, a candle next to his bed automatically burst a tiny flame, illuminating the room.
"SHHH!!! It'll hear you!" Pippin said as he ran over to Merry, covering his mouth.
"MMMMMM!!! HMMMMPH!!" Merry tried to say, muffled by Pippin's hand.
"What did you say?" Pippin asked.
"MMMMMM!!! HMMMMPH!!" Merry said again.
"Say it again, I can't understand you! Speak clearly!" Pip said. Merry tore Pippin's hand away from his mouth and said, "What is it? What will hear me?"
"The doll! Oh the horror! The horror!" Pippin screamed as he covered his eyes and sank to the floor.
"Pip, come on, dolls don't move!" Merry said, trying to console his friend.
"Yes they do! It's out in the hall!" Pippin said behind closed eyes.
Merry rolled out of bed and went to the door. He unlocked it and looked out into the hall.
"Pip, nothing's out there!" Merry said softly.
"There isn't?" Pip said, uncovering his eyes. "Are you sure Mer?"
"I'm sure. Come have a look for yourself!"
Pippin stood up, wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, and walked over to the door. He slowly looked out into the hall.
The doll was halfway down the hall, motionless, smiling.
"DON'T YOU SEE IT? IT'S RIGHT THERE!!!" Pippin screamed as he ran away from the door and into Merry's bed. Merry looked out into the hall again, but he saw nothing. He closed the door.
"Lock it, lock it!" Pippin squealed from under the covers. Merry locked the door and walked over to the bed.
"Now Pip, are you such a pansy that you can't sleep alone because of a stupid doll?" Merry said with a smirk.
"YES!" Pippin cried.
"Fine...but just for tonight!" Merry said as he got into the bed as well. He took out a piece of charcoal from his nightstand.
"What's that for?" Pippin asked.
"You stay on this side of the line," Merry said as he drew a line down the middle of the sheet, "and I'll stay on this side."
"What? You think I'm gonna 'invade your space'?" Pippin said, smiling.
"Yes," Merry said, turning over in the sheets and blowing out the candle.
Pippin turned over as well, snuggling close to the sheets. Then he felt the warmth again.
"Pip,"
"Yeah Merry?"
"What's that smell?"
"Er...what smell?"
"Pip,"
"Yes?"
"Did you wet the bed?"
"No,"
"Pip,"
"Yes?"
"You wet the bed,"
"No,"
"Pip,"
"Yes?"
"Get out before I kill you Pip,"
"I'm going..."
"Oh, and Pip,"
"Yes?" Pippin said as he made his way to the door in the dark room.
"You are cleaning my sheets tomorrow,"
"Sure Mer," Pippin said as he unlocked the door. An idea came to his head. He opened the door and bolted down the hall to the bathroom. He picked up a cup, filled it with hot water, and rushed back to Merry's room.
He put the cup of water on the floor and placed Merry's limp hand inside the cup.
"Sweet dreams," Pippin said as he closed the door. As he turned to go back to his room, but the doll was still in the hallway, smiling. It was closer now. Pippin felt a sudden surge of warmth again, but there was no way that he was going to pass the doll to get back to his room for a clean pair of pants.
"UH!" Pippin yelped in horror. He turned and ran to Legolas's room, knowing that he was about to risk his life. He didn't care: he would take the wrath of Legolas over the wrath of a doll any day.
CREEEEK
Pippin slowly opened Legolas's door, poking his head inside to see if the elf had awoken. Legolas was still asleep. He crept in and silently closed the door.
CLICK
He locked the door. Pippin's own raw-fish smell was overcome by the power of the strawberry-scented soap.
"Hunamphsanfulgoogen..." Pippin froze as Legolas rolled over in his bed. Legolas now had his back turned towards him. Pippin crept closer to the bed, falling to the floor every time Legolas turned...which was four times.
"Mmmmmmm"
THUD
"Ahhhhhhhh"
THUD
"Yummmmmmm"
THUD
"Snnnnnnuuuuhhh"
THUD
After Pip got up for the fourth time, he was close enough to crawl into Legolas's bed. He did so slowly as not to wake the elf. Pippin snuggled into the sheets with his face towards Legolas's back. He was almost asleep when Legolas rolled over again, this time, on top of the hobbit. Pippin could see the elf's satin sleeping mask on his face. Pippin felt the warmth again and flinched. Wetting Legolas's bed was a very, very, very bad thing.
He pushed Legolas off of him, and in doing so he smelled the whisky on the elf's breath.
"Wish I could have been there..." Pippin pined. He rolled over and closed his eyes.
His sleep was disturbed again when Legolas placed his arm around Pippin. The hobbits eyes snapped open wide in terror as the elf drew him close and hugged him.
"Mmmmm...pretty elf maiden wants a huggie.." Legolas murmured. Pippin was in shock as Legolas squeezed him harder to his chest like a doll..bad choice of words...like a teddy bear.
Pippin grabbed and reached for something to try and pull himself out of the elf's grasp, but it was no use. Yet again, Pippin felt the warmth. Apparently Legolas did as well, for he sat up like a bolt of lightning, still holding the hobbit. Legolas was scared for a moment that he wet the bed. He stood up in the bed, moved the sheets around with his feet, and saw the evidence.
"Oh no!" Legolas whispered, unaware that the object he was holding was not inanimate, though trying to be.
Legolas looked down at his leather pants and saw more evidence.
"Merry and Pippin will never stop the torment if they see this..." Legolas said to himself. Pippin couldn't help himself: he began to giggle. Fortunately for Pip, Legolas began to cry, causing himself to shake and not notice the hobbit's laughter. Legolas drew Pippin close to his chest.
"Oh Teddy, I wet the bed!" Legolas brought his 'teddy' to eye level, unable to recognize the features on 'teddy's' face through tear-filled eyes. Legolas kissed 'Teddy', giving Pippin a very wet kiss on the lips.
"GEEEEUH!!!" Pippin yelled. Legolas looked at Teddy in shock as it squirmed in his very hands.
"Teddy?" Legolas said, confused. As the tears left his eyes, Legolas could see more clearly that he was not holding Teddy, but rather, a very tall hobbit who smelled like raw fish.
"What the.." Legolas said as he dropped the hobbit. Pippin landed in a heap on the floor, and Legolas recognized him.
"PEREGRIN!!!!!" Legolas roared.
**************************************************************************** ** Down the hall, Merry woke up to Legolas's yells. He smiled and went back to bed. **************************************************************************** **
Pippin scrambled to his feet, sprinkling the floor with fresh 'warmth' as he tried to get to the door. Key word: tried.
Legolas leaped on top of Pippin, pinning him to the floor.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!?!?!?" Legolas demanded as he put the hobbit into a headlock.
"OW OW OW OW OW!!" Pippin squealed.
"SPEAK!" Legolas demanded.
"OK OK!!! I'm being attacked by a killer doll! OW!" Pippin said as Legolas tightened his grip on him.
"Seriously! Go look in the hall for yourself!" Pippin said, trying to get free of his captor.
Legolas stood up, but still kept Pippin in a headlock. He opened the door and looked out into the hall.
"There is nothing there! You lie!" Legolas said, glaring at Pippin.
"Let me look!" Pippin said.
Legolas pushed him out into the hall. The doll was there, closer, smiling back at Pippin.
"EEIIAAHH!!!" Pippin screamed. "Move! Let me back in!!"
Legolas smiled and slammed the door in Pippin's face. The hobbit ran face first into the door and fell to the ground, beating on the door.
"LEGOLAS!!! Please! It's going to kill me!"
No answer, but the doll was closer now. Pippin couldn't stay there.
He stood up quickly, so quickly that he stumbled into a wall before he bolted down the stairs. He was overwhelmed by the smell of poopoo, but he didn't care. He ran down the guest's hall and tried every door until he came to the first unlocked room: hobbit room number 2.
CREEK
SLAM
Before Pippin closed the door, he saw the doll on the bottom step.
Pippin ran with tears in his eyes to the bed and jumped in, unaware of who was already sleeping in it.
"OW!" Sam yelled as Pippin landed on top of him.
"Oh! Sam! Hello!" Pippin said in surprise.
"Pippin? What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked, still groggy from being just woken up.
"Um...I'm being chased by a killer doll," Pippin explained.
"Well, that's better than a killer elf..." Sam said, trailing off into memories of the night in the pub.
"No it's not! It's worse! It's coming after me! Save me Sam!" Pippin yelled as he seized Sam's shoulders and shaking him.
"Okay, okay!" Sam said, trying to stop Pippin from shaking him. "Where is it?"
"On the last step," Pippin said, diving under the sheets.
"Fine...I'm going now...to kill a killer doll..."
Sam peered out into the hall, and like Merry and Legolas, saw nothing.
"Pip, nothing's there. You can come out now," Sam said. Pippin poked his head out from under the covers and looked over at Sam.
"EEEIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Pippin screamed. "IT'S BEHIND YOU!!" Pip felt the warmth again.
Sam turned around slowly in horror. Nothing was there.
"Pippin, nothing's there!"
"I can see it! I see doll people!"
"Pip, calm down. There is no doll. You must be hallucinating. It's ok. There is no doll!" Sam said, trying to coax his hypervenalating friend.
"Breathe in! Breathe out! Breathe in! Breathe out!" Sam said, rubbing Pippin's back. Pippin slowly began to breathe normally.
"There is no doll Pip," Sam said, still rubbing Pip's back. "Repeat after me: There is no doll, there is no doll,"
"There is no doll, there is no doll, there is no doll..." The doll's image began to fade. "Hey! It's working!"
"I know it's working, keep saying it..there is no doll, there is no doll..."
"There is no doll, there is no doll, there is no doll, there is no doll,"
The doll disappeared all together.
"It's gone! Thank you Sam!" Pippin flung his arms around Sam, who quickly recoiled.
"You're welcome...now can you please go back to your room?"
"No!" Pippin squealed, drawing up the covers again.
"Pip,"
"Yes?"
"You pissed in my bed,"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did,"
"No!"
"Yes,"
"Yes..."
"Get out,"
"Okay..."
"Oh and Pip,"
"Yes?"
"You're washing my sheets tomorrow,"
"Okay..."
Pippin left the room and stood out in the hall for a couple of minutes, long enough for Sam to fall back asleep. He went back into the room and went into the bathroom. He got a cup and filled it with hot water. He crept over towards Sam and put the cup on the floor and placed Sam's hand into the cup.
"Heh heh...sweet dreams Sam!"
Pippin went out into the doll-less hall and closed the door silently behind him.
The hobbit knew that he was no longer welcome upstairs and that his room smelled like fish, so he made his way into the pub. The smell of poo poo filled his nostrils again, but it wasn't much worse than the smell of his own pee. He found Frodo tied to one of the columns.
"Serves him right..." Pippin said to himself, but he still felt bad for Frodo, for the hobbit's head was in an awkward position that would surely give him a crick in his neck by morning. He grabbed a pillow from a couch and placed Frodo's head against it. Frodo's head just flopped to the side again.
Stumped, Pippin looked around the room for something to keep Frodo's head in place. His eyes fell upon some rope. Pippin put the pillow back behind Frodo's head and wrapped the rope around Frodo's head and tied it in a double knot. As Pippin stood back up, he saw that the seat of Frodo's pants was a nasty shade of brown, and it was staining the floor.
"Screw it," Pippin said as he sat back down next to Frodo and fell asleep, but not before the warmth spread once more.
**************************************************************************** **
Well, I know that this was a little graphic and disgusting, and yet funny. Hope you kept your head out of the gutter b/c my fiction is slash-free. Oh and this is one of those stories that I relate to, although I don't run from dolls in the night. I am just terribly, terribly scared of them..the eyes..the smile...they just creep me out. I can't talk about them anymore..later.
Love and peace,
Court
Peregrin Took was floating away in a sea of ale with a pipe in hand. He was happily drifting along in the currents until his pipe caught on fire, burning his hand. Pippin let out a help of pain, but then put his hand under the sea of ale. When he brought it back up, his hand was healed. The hobbit let himself sink under the tides for a moment, drinking some of the ale before he came back to the surface.
When he breeched the ale, a not so friendly sight was before him.
An old wooden sign with crossbones painted in black read: DANGER- PROHIBITION AHEAD
"EEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Pippin screamed and tried to swim back to shore, but there was no shore to swim to! The current was pulling him ever closer to the sign of doom. As he began to pass it, Pippin grabbed hold of the sign, clinging on for dear life, and drinking ale at the same time. Except now it wasn't ale, it was vinegar.
Pippin spat and sputtered as he tried to get the foul taste out of his mouth. His grip was loosening, and splinters were digging into his fingers. As he looked over his shoulder, he froze in terror.
A huge doll's head with enormous eyes was at the end of the sea, which now let off into a waterfall. The all of the vinegar was flowing into the dolls mouth. The doll smiled, and the current began to move faster. Pippin was holding onto the sign with his fingertips, but the current was so strong that the sign broke in half while Pippin was still holding onto it.
Pippin ditched the sign and tried to swim back, away from the doll that was getting ever bigger. When at last Pippin could swim no more, he let himself fall into the dolls mouth, and he was swarmed in the vinegar. He let out a scream that nobody heard as he fell into darkness...
"EEEEEIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Pip woke up in a cold sweat, his sheets entangled around him. He kicked and punched at nothing in his fit to be free of his sheeted prison, and in doing so fell to the floor.
THUD
Pippin stood up slowly as he realized what he had experienced had been a very, very bad nightmare. As he walked back over to his bed, he saw that his clean, white sheets were stained yellow before he smelled what made the stain. He looked down at his trousers and as he did he felt the warmth of something on his crotch.
"Aw, shit," Pippin murmured as he pulled off his trousers and under britches. He put them in a canvas bag and closed it tight so as he couldn't smell raw fish anymore. Feeling that he could wait until morning to take a shower, he pulled on a clean pair of under britches and got out a pair of tan sleeping pants from his closet.
As he stripped the sheets off his bed and prepared to go to sleep again, the vivid image of the doll came back to him.
"EIAH!"
He fell out of the bed again, and his spleen panged him as he did so. He squatted next to the wall, drawing his legs against his chest, rocking back and forth trying to coax himself back to sleep. It didn't do the trick.
Pippin's eyes were weary with sleep, but he couldn't sleep alone. He was too afraid that the doll might come back after him. He stood up again and reached for the door handle.
CREEEEK
Something had walked behind him. Pippin slowly turned around. The doll was on his bed, staring at him.
"EIIAHH!!"
Pippin bolted out the door and across the hall to Merry's room.
CRRREEEEEEEK
Pippin turned to look back and saw the doll peering his head out of his room, smiling evilly.
CREEK
SLAM
CLICK
Pip quickly dashed into Merry's room, slammed the door, and locked the door.
"Haminahaminahamina...whaaa..what the? Pip, what are you doing?" Merry said as he sleepily sat up from his bed. As he did so, a candle next to his bed automatically burst a tiny flame, illuminating the room.
"SHHH!!! It'll hear you!" Pippin said as he ran over to Merry, covering his mouth.
"MMMMMM!!! HMMMMPH!!" Merry tried to say, muffled by Pippin's hand.
"What did you say?" Pippin asked.
"MMMMMM!!! HMMMMPH!!" Merry said again.
"Say it again, I can't understand you! Speak clearly!" Pip said. Merry tore Pippin's hand away from his mouth and said, "What is it? What will hear me?"
"The doll! Oh the horror! The horror!" Pippin screamed as he covered his eyes and sank to the floor.
"Pip, come on, dolls don't move!" Merry said, trying to console his friend.
"Yes they do! It's out in the hall!" Pippin said behind closed eyes.
Merry rolled out of bed and went to the door. He unlocked it and looked out into the hall.
"Pip, nothing's out there!" Merry said softly.
"There isn't?" Pip said, uncovering his eyes. "Are you sure Mer?"
"I'm sure. Come have a look for yourself!"
Pippin stood up, wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, and walked over to the door. He slowly looked out into the hall.
The doll was halfway down the hall, motionless, smiling.
"DON'T YOU SEE IT? IT'S RIGHT THERE!!!" Pippin screamed as he ran away from the door and into Merry's bed. Merry looked out into the hall again, but he saw nothing. He closed the door.
"Lock it, lock it!" Pippin squealed from under the covers. Merry locked the door and walked over to the bed.
"Now Pip, are you such a pansy that you can't sleep alone because of a stupid doll?" Merry said with a smirk.
"YES!" Pippin cried.
"Fine...but just for tonight!" Merry said as he got into the bed as well. He took out a piece of charcoal from his nightstand.
"What's that for?" Pippin asked.
"You stay on this side of the line," Merry said as he drew a line down the middle of the sheet, "and I'll stay on this side."
"What? You think I'm gonna 'invade your space'?" Pippin said, smiling.
"Yes," Merry said, turning over in the sheets and blowing out the candle.
Pippin turned over as well, snuggling close to the sheets. Then he felt the warmth again.
"Pip,"
"Yeah Merry?"
"What's that smell?"
"Er...what smell?"
"Pip,"
"Yes?"
"Did you wet the bed?"
"No,"
"Pip,"
"Yes?"
"You wet the bed,"
"No,"
"Pip,"
"Yes?"
"Get out before I kill you Pip,"
"I'm going..."
"Oh, and Pip,"
"Yes?" Pippin said as he made his way to the door in the dark room.
"You are cleaning my sheets tomorrow,"
"Sure Mer," Pippin said as he unlocked the door. An idea came to his head. He opened the door and bolted down the hall to the bathroom. He picked up a cup, filled it with hot water, and rushed back to Merry's room.
He put the cup of water on the floor and placed Merry's limp hand inside the cup.
"Sweet dreams," Pippin said as he closed the door. As he turned to go back to his room, but the doll was still in the hallway, smiling. It was closer now. Pippin felt a sudden surge of warmth again, but there was no way that he was going to pass the doll to get back to his room for a clean pair of pants.
"UH!" Pippin yelped in horror. He turned and ran to Legolas's room, knowing that he was about to risk his life. He didn't care: he would take the wrath of Legolas over the wrath of a doll any day.
CREEEEK
Pippin slowly opened Legolas's door, poking his head inside to see if the elf had awoken. Legolas was still asleep. He crept in and silently closed the door.
CLICK
He locked the door. Pippin's own raw-fish smell was overcome by the power of the strawberry-scented soap.
"Hunamphsanfulgoogen..." Pippin froze as Legolas rolled over in his bed. Legolas now had his back turned towards him. Pippin crept closer to the bed, falling to the floor every time Legolas turned...which was four times.
"Mmmmmmm"
THUD
"Ahhhhhhhh"
THUD
"Yummmmmmm"
THUD
"Snnnnnnuuuuhhh"
THUD
After Pip got up for the fourth time, he was close enough to crawl into Legolas's bed. He did so slowly as not to wake the elf. Pippin snuggled into the sheets with his face towards Legolas's back. He was almost asleep when Legolas rolled over again, this time, on top of the hobbit. Pippin could see the elf's satin sleeping mask on his face. Pippin felt the warmth again and flinched. Wetting Legolas's bed was a very, very, very bad thing.
He pushed Legolas off of him, and in doing so he smelled the whisky on the elf's breath.
"Wish I could have been there..." Pippin pined. He rolled over and closed his eyes.
His sleep was disturbed again when Legolas placed his arm around Pippin. The hobbits eyes snapped open wide in terror as the elf drew him close and hugged him.
"Mmmmm...pretty elf maiden wants a huggie.." Legolas murmured. Pippin was in shock as Legolas squeezed him harder to his chest like a doll..bad choice of words...like a teddy bear.
Pippin grabbed and reached for something to try and pull himself out of the elf's grasp, but it was no use. Yet again, Pippin felt the warmth. Apparently Legolas did as well, for he sat up like a bolt of lightning, still holding the hobbit. Legolas was scared for a moment that he wet the bed. He stood up in the bed, moved the sheets around with his feet, and saw the evidence.
"Oh no!" Legolas whispered, unaware that the object he was holding was not inanimate, though trying to be.
Legolas looked down at his leather pants and saw more evidence.
"Merry and Pippin will never stop the torment if they see this..." Legolas said to himself. Pippin couldn't help himself: he began to giggle. Fortunately for Pip, Legolas began to cry, causing himself to shake and not notice the hobbit's laughter. Legolas drew Pippin close to his chest.
"Oh Teddy, I wet the bed!" Legolas brought his 'teddy' to eye level, unable to recognize the features on 'teddy's' face through tear-filled eyes. Legolas kissed 'Teddy', giving Pippin a very wet kiss on the lips.
"GEEEEUH!!!" Pippin yelled. Legolas looked at Teddy in shock as it squirmed in his very hands.
"Teddy?" Legolas said, confused. As the tears left his eyes, Legolas could see more clearly that he was not holding Teddy, but rather, a very tall hobbit who smelled like raw fish.
"What the.." Legolas said as he dropped the hobbit. Pippin landed in a heap on the floor, and Legolas recognized him.
"PEREGRIN!!!!!" Legolas roared.
**************************************************************************** ** Down the hall, Merry woke up to Legolas's yells. He smiled and went back to bed. **************************************************************************** **
Pippin scrambled to his feet, sprinkling the floor with fresh 'warmth' as he tried to get to the door. Key word: tried.
Legolas leaped on top of Pippin, pinning him to the floor.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!?!?!?" Legolas demanded as he put the hobbit into a headlock.
"OW OW OW OW OW!!" Pippin squealed.
"SPEAK!" Legolas demanded.
"OK OK!!! I'm being attacked by a killer doll! OW!" Pippin said as Legolas tightened his grip on him.
"Seriously! Go look in the hall for yourself!" Pippin said, trying to get free of his captor.
Legolas stood up, but still kept Pippin in a headlock. He opened the door and looked out into the hall.
"There is nothing there! You lie!" Legolas said, glaring at Pippin.
"Let me look!" Pippin said.
Legolas pushed him out into the hall. The doll was there, closer, smiling back at Pippin.
"EEIIAAHH!!!" Pippin screamed. "Move! Let me back in!!"
Legolas smiled and slammed the door in Pippin's face. The hobbit ran face first into the door and fell to the ground, beating on the door.
"LEGOLAS!!! Please! It's going to kill me!"
No answer, but the doll was closer now. Pippin couldn't stay there.
He stood up quickly, so quickly that he stumbled into a wall before he bolted down the stairs. He was overwhelmed by the smell of poopoo, but he didn't care. He ran down the guest's hall and tried every door until he came to the first unlocked room: hobbit room number 2.
CREEK
SLAM
Before Pippin closed the door, he saw the doll on the bottom step.
Pippin ran with tears in his eyes to the bed and jumped in, unaware of who was already sleeping in it.
"OW!" Sam yelled as Pippin landed on top of him.
"Oh! Sam! Hello!" Pippin said in surprise.
"Pippin? What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked, still groggy from being just woken up.
"Um...I'm being chased by a killer doll," Pippin explained.
"Well, that's better than a killer elf..." Sam said, trailing off into memories of the night in the pub.
"No it's not! It's worse! It's coming after me! Save me Sam!" Pippin yelled as he seized Sam's shoulders and shaking him.
"Okay, okay!" Sam said, trying to stop Pippin from shaking him. "Where is it?"
"On the last step," Pippin said, diving under the sheets.
"Fine...I'm going now...to kill a killer doll..."
Sam peered out into the hall, and like Merry and Legolas, saw nothing.
"Pip, nothing's there. You can come out now," Sam said. Pippin poked his head out from under the covers and looked over at Sam.
"EEEIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Pippin screamed. "IT'S BEHIND YOU!!" Pip felt the warmth again.
Sam turned around slowly in horror. Nothing was there.
"Pippin, nothing's there!"
"I can see it! I see doll people!"
"Pip, calm down. There is no doll. You must be hallucinating. It's ok. There is no doll!" Sam said, trying to coax his hypervenalating friend.
"Breathe in! Breathe out! Breathe in! Breathe out!" Sam said, rubbing Pippin's back. Pippin slowly began to breathe normally.
"There is no doll Pip," Sam said, still rubbing Pip's back. "Repeat after me: There is no doll, there is no doll,"
"There is no doll, there is no doll, there is no doll..." The doll's image began to fade. "Hey! It's working!"
"I know it's working, keep saying it..there is no doll, there is no doll..."
"There is no doll, there is no doll, there is no doll, there is no doll,"
The doll disappeared all together.
"It's gone! Thank you Sam!" Pippin flung his arms around Sam, who quickly recoiled.
"You're welcome...now can you please go back to your room?"
"No!" Pippin squealed, drawing up the covers again.
"Pip,"
"Yes?"
"You pissed in my bed,"
"No I didn't!"
"Yes you did,"
"No!"
"Yes,"
"Yes..."
"Get out,"
"Okay..."
"Oh and Pip,"
"Yes?"
"You're washing my sheets tomorrow,"
"Okay..."
Pippin left the room and stood out in the hall for a couple of minutes, long enough for Sam to fall back asleep. He went back into the room and went into the bathroom. He got a cup and filled it with hot water. He crept over towards Sam and put the cup on the floor and placed Sam's hand into the cup.
"Heh heh...sweet dreams Sam!"
Pippin went out into the doll-less hall and closed the door silently behind him.
The hobbit knew that he was no longer welcome upstairs and that his room smelled like fish, so he made his way into the pub. The smell of poo poo filled his nostrils again, but it wasn't much worse than the smell of his own pee. He found Frodo tied to one of the columns.
"Serves him right..." Pippin said to himself, but he still felt bad for Frodo, for the hobbit's head was in an awkward position that would surely give him a crick in his neck by morning. He grabbed a pillow from a couch and placed Frodo's head against it. Frodo's head just flopped to the side again.
Stumped, Pippin looked around the room for something to keep Frodo's head in place. His eyes fell upon some rope. Pippin put the pillow back behind Frodo's head and wrapped the rope around Frodo's head and tied it in a double knot. As Pippin stood back up, he saw that the seat of Frodo's pants was a nasty shade of brown, and it was staining the floor.
"Screw it," Pippin said as he sat back down next to Frodo and fell asleep, but not before the warmth spread once more.
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Well, I know that this was a little graphic and disgusting, and yet funny. Hope you kept your head out of the gutter b/c my fiction is slash-free. Oh and this is one of those stories that I relate to, although I don't run from dolls in the night. I am just terribly, terribly scared of them..the eyes..the smile...they just creep me out. I can't talk about them anymore..later.
Love and peace,
Court