Here we are again! Hey... I feel the need to add another O.C. those who are
true to the books may shoot me on sight, however... I will still continue
with my adorable new O.C. ( Happy Hunting!
Disclaimer: I do not own Merry, Pippin, or Estella, her looks that I've created and her personality are mine, though! I also don't own the cutest lil member of our story. He belongs to God now... for he has left this world and gone onto the next! Love you, Presh!
Chapter Two: Memory
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As they finished their meal Estella felt the strength return to her bones. She could feel her muscles quiver with anticipation of use. The young hobbit sat back in the bed for a moment and closed her eyes.
"What's wrong Estella?" asked Pippin.
"Nothing... I just feel... quivery!" she explained, "All my muscles are shaking ever so slightly at the thought of being used. It's rather unpleasant." She looked down at her remaining food and lost what ever was left of her appetite.
Merry watched as she closed her eyes in discomfort. 'Was it all from the night before?' he wondered.
Estella quickly opened her eyes.
"Persimmon!" she shouted and tried to get out of the bed. Merry placed a hand on her arm calmly.
"Calm down, Estella, one of us will go and check on him later," he soothed.
"He doesn't like being alone, I must get to him now!" She tried once again to jump up and leave the room.
"He'll be just fine!" Pippin exclaimed, "I don't see why you worry so much about him. He's just a cat!"
"Just a cat that I have loved my entire life!" Estella retorted glaring at the Took.
"Both of you just calm down," Merry shushed, "As soon as we finish here, Pippin and I will go over and check on Persimmon and also grab some of your things, okay Estella?"
"Okay," they chorused looking at the ground. Merry and Pippin finished eating and they cleared away the plates. Estella sat on the bed trying to clear the crumbs away.
The two mobile hobbits walked out of the room and down to the kitchen to clean the plates and other dishes.
"Let's just place the dishes here for now, we need to get Estella's things before she has another fit," Pippin said piling his plate and others into the sink. Merry gave him a look.
"Fine, Let me go back and find out what all she needs. I'll be back in a second," Merry answered walking back to the bedroom.
"Estella?" he asked. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging over the side.
"Yes, Merry?" she looked up startled as if caught doing something she ought not do.
"First, you need to get back into bed, then you must tell me what all I am supposed to get you from your house."
She looked down sadly, "Okay. I'll need a few dresses, you know where those are; my hair brush, the nice one that I use when I go somewhere; a frock in case I need something to get dirty in; of course I'll need my 'pillow' you know what I mean by that." She smiled hinting at the pillow that they had both made together when they were younger.
"Is that all?" he asked skeptically.
"Well, there is one more thing you could bring me..." she trailed off looking at him innocently.
"No, Estella," he ordered.
"Oh come on! He won't cause any trouble!" she pleaded.
"No, the answer is No!"
"You love him almost as much as I do!"
"I hate that cat!"
"But he's so cute!"
"No, Estella!"
She looked at him, her lip trembling and her eyes pleading with her complete innocence. He gave in.
"Okay fine! But he stays in this room!"
"I promise!" She placed a hand over her heart and bowed her head, "With all my hobbit goodness!"
Merry shook his head and walked out of the room.
"What took you so long?" asked Pippin as they headed out the door.
"We're bringing more than I expected," he explained.
"You don't mean?"
Merry nodded.
"No! That cat hates me! He always has, and always will!"
"Maybe that's because you tried to sit on it the first day she had it!"
"It was an accident! And besides, why are you letting her have it over there, you've always hated it too!"
"I feel she needs a companion... one that won't hurt her."
"Have you seen the claws on that thing?"
"I meant emotionally Pip."
Pippin looked at him strangely, "Now you've got me confused."
Merry looked up at the early morning sun as they walked. He didn't know how to explain, so he didn't.
"Merry, what aren't you telling me? What happened last night?" Pippin asked worry lining his face.
"I'll explain when we get to Estella's," he answered as they rounded the hill toward her hole. They walked in silence the rest of the way.
Merry stopped when he reached the door. He took a deep breath.
"Pippin, I'll warn you this may not be pretty. Just don't throw up in her house, run out side if you have to."
"Merry, I have a VERY strong constitution!" the young hobbit threw back his shoulders proudly.
Merry shrugged and opened the door. Pippin looked in and quickly ran towards the road and vomited.
A large gray and white cat came up the opening and meowed. Merry bent down and picked him up, wiping the blood from his coat.
"Pippin, you take Persimmon and I'll get the other things. We'll come back and clean another day." Pippin wiped his mouth and nodded. Taking the large cat in his arms and walking quickly in the other direction.
Back in Merry's hole Estella was sitting on her bed looking out the window and feeling useless. She scratched her wrists, which were covered by her long sleeved nightgown. Odd, it was summer why would she wear long sleeves? Estella rolled the sleeve up on her right arm only to see that her entire fore arm was bandaged. She did the same on the other and found it to be likewise.
"What in Middle-Earth?" she said aloud and quickly began to unroll the bandage from her left arm. There was a noise from the door, and quickly she rolled her sleeve down and smoothed the covers around her.
"Here's your blasted cat!" Pippin said walking into the room and throwing the cat on the bed.
"Persimmon!" she cooed and he jumped into her lap and began to purr, "That's my big boy!" She looked up at Pippin who had a large gash on his neck.
"Oh my! Did Persimmon do that?" she asked worriedly.
"Yes! And I would have strangled him had he not belonged to my best friend!" The young Took glared at the cat, who rubbed its head against Estella's hand.
"Don't do that again!" she said to it, and then picked up him up and laid him on her stomach. Pippin rolled his eyes and then sat on the edge of the bed.
"Why do you love that cat so much?" he asked, "He's almost as old as we are!"
"He is not! He's only about 5 or so years old! And besides, you remember when we found him!" She played with the cat's ears and it purred loudly.
"No, I'm sorry but I don't!"
"It was a cold and rainy day," she began dramatically, "We were all over at my house and watching the rain fall. I remember that, suddenly Merry pointed out the window at something huddled under a tree. Of course, me being the kind little lass that I am immediately wanted to go out side and find out what the poor thing was. You told me not to and said that it was a waste of time." The cat looked at Pippin and licked its chops. "Merry went out with me to see what it was and lo and behold it was a poor little shivering kitten. We picked it up and brought it inside. I dried him off and Merry poured him some milk. That was also when you tried to sit on him." Estella smiled at the memory.
"No wonder I don't remember," he scoffed. The cat jumped off her stomach and walked over to Pippin. He purred and rubbed his head on his hand.
"Look Pip, he wants you to pet him!" Estella cooed. Pippin picked up his hand and tried to pet the cat under his chin. Persimmon promptly bit him.
"This cat hates me!" he shouted jumping up. Persimmon ran under the bed.
"No wonder you're always shouting and such," she said softly and rolled over to the side of the bed. Estella hung her head upside down over the bed and looked under to see her cat.
"Hey there cutie pie! How's my sweet kitty?"
Pippin rolled his eyes, "How can you talk to that thing! He doesn't even respond!"
"Sometimes it's nice to talk and not have anyone interrupt you," she said acidly not lifting her head up.
"I'm back!" Merry announced as the door opened. Estella pulled herself up and sat cross-legged on the bed. Persimmon stuck his head out from under it also. He walked into the room, his arms full of dresses, smocks, and a bag full of other things. Pippin smiled.
"What are you all looking at?"
"You!" Pippin laughed as Persimmon began to rub against Merry's legs.
"That's odd..." said Estella, "He never liked you before. Merry, have done something to my cat?"
He thought for a moment about the night before. The cat crying next to Estella's...
"No."
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There you go, hope you like Persimmon. I know I do, seeing as how he's based off of my recently deceased kitty. Long Live the Precious! Anywho, hope you like and hope I've done well by ya'll! Thanks, and now...REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I do not own Merry, Pippin, or Estella, her looks that I've created and her personality are mine, though! I also don't own the cutest lil member of our story. He belongs to God now... for he has left this world and gone onto the next! Love you, Presh!
Chapter Two: Memory
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As they finished their meal Estella felt the strength return to her bones. She could feel her muscles quiver with anticipation of use. The young hobbit sat back in the bed for a moment and closed her eyes.
"What's wrong Estella?" asked Pippin.
"Nothing... I just feel... quivery!" she explained, "All my muscles are shaking ever so slightly at the thought of being used. It's rather unpleasant." She looked down at her remaining food and lost what ever was left of her appetite.
Merry watched as she closed her eyes in discomfort. 'Was it all from the night before?' he wondered.
Estella quickly opened her eyes.
"Persimmon!" she shouted and tried to get out of the bed. Merry placed a hand on her arm calmly.
"Calm down, Estella, one of us will go and check on him later," he soothed.
"He doesn't like being alone, I must get to him now!" She tried once again to jump up and leave the room.
"He'll be just fine!" Pippin exclaimed, "I don't see why you worry so much about him. He's just a cat!"
"Just a cat that I have loved my entire life!" Estella retorted glaring at the Took.
"Both of you just calm down," Merry shushed, "As soon as we finish here, Pippin and I will go over and check on Persimmon and also grab some of your things, okay Estella?"
"Okay," they chorused looking at the ground. Merry and Pippin finished eating and they cleared away the plates. Estella sat on the bed trying to clear the crumbs away.
The two mobile hobbits walked out of the room and down to the kitchen to clean the plates and other dishes.
"Let's just place the dishes here for now, we need to get Estella's things before she has another fit," Pippin said piling his plate and others into the sink. Merry gave him a look.
"Fine, Let me go back and find out what all she needs. I'll be back in a second," Merry answered walking back to the bedroom.
"Estella?" he asked. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging over the side.
"Yes, Merry?" she looked up startled as if caught doing something she ought not do.
"First, you need to get back into bed, then you must tell me what all I am supposed to get you from your house."
She looked down sadly, "Okay. I'll need a few dresses, you know where those are; my hair brush, the nice one that I use when I go somewhere; a frock in case I need something to get dirty in; of course I'll need my 'pillow' you know what I mean by that." She smiled hinting at the pillow that they had both made together when they were younger.
"Is that all?" he asked skeptically.
"Well, there is one more thing you could bring me..." she trailed off looking at him innocently.
"No, Estella," he ordered.
"Oh come on! He won't cause any trouble!" she pleaded.
"No, the answer is No!"
"You love him almost as much as I do!"
"I hate that cat!"
"But he's so cute!"
"No, Estella!"
She looked at him, her lip trembling and her eyes pleading with her complete innocence. He gave in.
"Okay fine! But he stays in this room!"
"I promise!" She placed a hand over her heart and bowed her head, "With all my hobbit goodness!"
Merry shook his head and walked out of the room.
"What took you so long?" asked Pippin as they headed out the door.
"We're bringing more than I expected," he explained.
"You don't mean?"
Merry nodded.
"No! That cat hates me! He always has, and always will!"
"Maybe that's because you tried to sit on it the first day she had it!"
"It was an accident! And besides, why are you letting her have it over there, you've always hated it too!"
"I feel she needs a companion... one that won't hurt her."
"Have you seen the claws on that thing?"
"I meant emotionally Pip."
Pippin looked at him strangely, "Now you've got me confused."
Merry looked up at the early morning sun as they walked. He didn't know how to explain, so he didn't.
"Merry, what aren't you telling me? What happened last night?" Pippin asked worry lining his face.
"I'll explain when we get to Estella's," he answered as they rounded the hill toward her hole. They walked in silence the rest of the way.
Merry stopped when he reached the door. He took a deep breath.
"Pippin, I'll warn you this may not be pretty. Just don't throw up in her house, run out side if you have to."
"Merry, I have a VERY strong constitution!" the young hobbit threw back his shoulders proudly.
Merry shrugged and opened the door. Pippin looked in and quickly ran towards the road and vomited.
A large gray and white cat came up the opening and meowed. Merry bent down and picked him up, wiping the blood from his coat.
"Pippin, you take Persimmon and I'll get the other things. We'll come back and clean another day." Pippin wiped his mouth and nodded. Taking the large cat in his arms and walking quickly in the other direction.
Back in Merry's hole Estella was sitting on her bed looking out the window and feeling useless. She scratched her wrists, which were covered by her long sleeved nightgown. Odd, it was summer why would she wear long sleeves? Estella rolled the sleeve up on her right arm only to see that her entire fore arm was bandaged. She did the same on the other and found it to be likewise.
"What in Middle-Earth?" she said aloud and quickly began to unroll the bandage from her left arm. There was a noise from the door, and quickly she rolled her sleeve down and smoothed the covers around her.
"Here's your blasted cat!" Pippin said walking into the room and throwing the cat on the bed.
"Persimmon!" she cooed and he jumped into her lap and began to purr, "That's my big boy!" She looked up at Pippin who had a large gash on his neck.
"Oh my! Did Persimmon do that?" she asked worriedly.
"Yes! And I would have strangled him had he not belonged to my best friend!" The young Took glared at the cat, who rubbed its head against Estella's hand.
"Don't do that again!" she said to it, and then picked up him up and laid him on her stomach. Pippin rolled his eyes and then sat on the edge of the bed.
"Why do you love that cat so much?" he asked, "He's almost as old as we are!"
"He is not! He's only about 5 or so years old! And besides, you remember when we found him!" She played with the cat's ears and it purred loudly.
"No, I'm sorry but I don't!"
"It was a cold and rainy day," she began dramatically, "We were all over at my house and watching the rain fall. I remember that, suddenly Merry pointed out the window at something huddled under a tree. Of course, me being the kind little lass that I am immediately wanted to go out side and find out what the poor thing was. You told me not to and said that it was a waste of time." The cat looked at Pippin and licked its chops. "Merry went out with me to see what it was and lo and behold it was a poor little shivering kitten. We picked it up and brought it inside. I dried him off and Merry poured him some milk. That was also when you tried to sit on him." Estella smiled at the memory.
"No wonder I don't remember," he scoffed. The cat jumped off her stomach and walked over to Pippin. He purred and rubbed his head on his hand.
"Look Pip, he wants you to pet him!" Estella cooed. Pippin picked up his hand and tried to pet the cat under his chin. Persimmon promptly bit him.
"This cat hates me!" he shouted jumping up. Persimmon ran under the bed.
"No wonder you're always shouting and such," she said softly and rolled over to the side of the bed. Estella hung her head upside down over the bed and looked under to see her cat.
"Hey there cutie pie! How's my sweet kitty?"
Pippin rolled his eyes, "How can you talk to that thing! He doesn't even respond!"
"Sometimes it's nice to talk and not have anyone interrupt you," she said acidly not lifting her head up.
"I'm back!" Merry announced as the door opened. Estella pulled herself up and sat cross-legged on the bed. Persimmon stuck his head out from under it also. He walked into the room, his arms full of dresses, smocks, and a bag full of other things. Pippin smiled.
"What are you all looking at?"
"You!" Pippin laughed as Persimmon began to rub against Merry's legs.
"That's odd..." said Estella, "He never liked you before. Merry, have done something to my cat?"
He thought for a moment about the night before. The cat crying next to Estella's...
"No."
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There you go, hope you like Persimmon. I know I do, seeing as how he's based off of my recently deceased kitty. Long Live the Precious! Anywho, hope you like and hope I've done well by ya'll! Thanks, and now...REVIEW!