NOT FIT TO BE A HOBBIT . . .by Pippinsgal011890
IN THE SHIRE, NOT LONG AFTER THE WAR OF THE RINGS
Chapter1
It was a green and lushes day in the Shire. In Hobbiton to be exact. Beautiful and sunny it was. Hobbit lads and lasses scrambled around the busy market place. Grubby little hands outstretched, and eyes wide. In hopes of being rewarded with a free mushroom or two.
Pippin Took and Sam Gamgee strolled through. Laughing and waving hello to passersby. Pippin recieved many a friendly stare. And kicked himself again for not bringing Merry. When the two of them walked together, their height was not so... noticeable.
Sam looked up at him with a smile. "Alright there Pippin?" he asked, and with that stood on tiptoe to try to match his height more evenly to his friend's. "How about now?" he said with a lopsided grin.
Pippin laughed, and pushed Sam playfully. They continued on their way. Busy thinking to himself, Pippin did not hear avidly most of what Sam was saying. Instead, he just nodded every now and then and tried to look attentive.
He was thinking about what he was going to have for second breakfast. After planning that out, he moved on to the dilemmas of the lunches he would be having today.
They then passed a rather fragrant smelling mushroom stand, and Pippin pulled out a coin and bought a basket. Happy to munch on them, and have something in his belly to fuel his thoughts.
"Pippin? PIPPIN!" said someone.
"What!" He yelled in response. He realized that he had yelled it at Sam. And then realized that Sam had probably asked a question that required more than a nod on his part. Pippin blushed a dull red. His red curls flaming out more than usual (he was sure.)
"I just asked you if you've met them yet!" Sam said exasperatedly.
"Oh." Pippin said. Then, "Ah . . . . . .who?" He could feel the blood rushing more rapidly to his face.
Sam just smiled. "The Bluemoss's. You know the ones. They just moved here remember? Not far from Bag-end. I'm signed on there as gardener. "
"Oh...oh...yes. I remember. Haven't met them yet though. I think Merry has. Any special reason?" stammered Pippin.
"Well, yeah there is. There's rumors going around about them. Some say they're not fit enough hobbits to be included in the shire. And um... I was wondering...if you'd...um..." Sam finished uncertainly.
"What Sam? You know you can ask me anything? We're friends right?" said Pippin with a good-humored voice and a grin.
"Yes we are. Thanks Pip. I was just wondering if you'd...uh...go and say hello. Sort of check them out, if you know what I mean. That is...if you want...to" Sam said shakily.
Pippin was a bit stunned. He hadn't expected that. And the Shire-folk already deemed him strange enough as it was. Did he really want to go messing about with more hobbits that they saw unfit? One look at Sam, and his pleading eyes made up Pippin's mind for him. It looked like he would be paying the Bluemoss hobbits a bit of a visit...
"Sure Sam. I will, tomorrow I promise." He said, successfully hiding his weariness at the prospect...
THAT NIGHT: INSIDE THE GREEN DRAGON
Pippin walked into the bustle that was his favorite get away 'The Green Dragon.' Amid the shouts and sloshed ale, he sought out his best friend, Meriadoc Brandybuck. He found him at a table in the back, a rather "fit" looking Estella Boldger on his lap.
Pippin couldn't help but smile. While the two of them were engaged in a rather intense bit of tongue wrestling, he slunk up behind them, and prepared himself for his extremely good imitation of Estella's father. He had to bite his own tongue to keep from laughing, before he finished his prank.
"ESTELLA BOLDGER!" Pippin boomed perfectly. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
The two of them sprang apart like startled rabbits. Pippin was already doubled over in mirth. Merry's face was scarlet. But Estella's was so red it shined. She was not a hobbit to be caught doing the wrong thing.
"PEREGRIN TOOK! ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK!" she yelled. And with that, doused his red curls with the rest of her ale.
Pippin couldn't help it. He kept on laughing. Merry joined in, and Estella stormed out. Still fuming.
"Gosh Pip! I really thought you were old man Boldger." Merry said out of breath. "Gosh!" Merry said again, "He probably would have killed me! Seeing me with Estella like that!" He chuckled, while Pippin shook his head, and sent a spray of ale flying.
Pippin then looked up with an even bigger grin, and at that, both hobbit tweens started laughing once more.
When the next bout was over, Merry and Pippin made their way up to the bar, two giants among hobbits. Merry's purpose was to order another drink. Pippin's, to get one for himself.
"HEY! Another ale over here!" Merry shouted over the noise. A half-pint slid down the bar, and Merry passed his coins off to a bar waitress. She turned and was gone in a flash. Both of them didn't even have time to get a good look at her.
"STRAWBERRY DELIGHT! If it pleases you!" yelled Pippin. Intent on trying something new tonight. Hopefully something with a bit more alcohol content than plain ale.
The same waitress came with his drink. Pippin tried to get a look in before she left, and failed. She was too quick for him. As he followed Merry back to their table, he noticed that the lass was somewhat on the tall side, for a hobbit. He stored the detail in the back of his mind and went to finish his drink...
DISCLAIMER: Pippin, Merry, and other characters from the books are not mine. I acknowledge that fact. But, Ira Bluemoss, and any other characters that may come up, are of my own creation. And I hold FIRST RIGHT to that claim.
Thanks.
IN THE SHIRE, NOT LONG AFTER THE WAR OF THE RINGS
Chapter1
It was a green and lushes day in the Shire. In Hobbiton to be exact. Beautiful and sunny it was. Hobbit lads and lasses scrambled around the busy market place. Grubby little hands outstretched, and eyes wide. In hopes of being rewarded with a free mushroom or two.
Pippin Took and Sam Gamgee strolled through. Laughing and waving hello to passersby. Pippin recieved many a friendly stare. And kicked himself again for not bringing Merry. When the two of them walked together, their height was not so... noticeable.
Sam looked up at him with a smile. "Alright there Pippin?" he asked, and with that stood on tiptoe to try to match his height more evenly to his friend's. "How about now?" he said with a lopsided grin.
Pippin laughed, and pushed Sam playfully. They continued on their way. Busy thinking to himself, Pippin did not hear avidly most of what Sam was saying. Instead, he just nodded every now and then and tried to look attentive.
He was thinking about what he was going to have for second breakfast. After planning that out, he moved on to the dilemmas of the lunches he would be having today.
They then passed a rather fragrant smelling mushroom stand, and Pippin pulled out a coin and bought a basket. Happy to munch on them, and have something in his belly to fuel his thoughts.
"Pippin? PIPPIN!" said someone.
"What!" He yelled in response. He realized that he had yelled it at Sam. And then realized that Sam had probably asked a question that required more than a nod on his part. Pippin blushed a dull red. His red curls flaming out more than usual (he was sure.)
"I just asked you if you've met them yet!" Sam said exasperatedly.
"Oh." Pippin said. Then, "Ah . . . . . .who?" He could feel the blood rushing more rapidly to his face.
Sam just smiled. "The Bluemoss's. You know the ones. They just moved here remember? Not far from Bag-end. I'm signed on there as gardener. "
"Oh...oh...yes. I remember. Haven't met them yet though. I think Merry has. Any special reason?" stammered Pippin.
"Well, yeah there is. There's rumors going around about them. Some say they're not fit enough hobbits to be included in the shire. And um... I was wondering...if you'd...um..." Sam finished uncertainly.
"What Sam? You know you can ask me anything? We're friends right?" said Pippin with a good-humored voice and a grin.
"Yes we are. Thanks Pip. I was just wondering if you'd...uh...go and say hello. Sort of check them out, if you know what I mean. That is...if you want...to" Sam said shakily.
Pippin was a bit stunned. He hadn't expected that. And the Shire-folk already deemed him strange enough as it was. Did he really want to go messing about with more hobbits that they saw unfit? One look at Sam, and his pleading eyes made up Pippin's mind for him. It looked like he would be paying the Bluemoss hobbits a bit of a visit...
"Sure Sam. I will, tomorrow I promise." He said, successfully hiding his weariness at the prospect...
THAT NIGHT: INSIDE THE GREEN DRAGON
Pippin walked into the bustle that was his favorite get away 'The Green Dragon.' Amid the shouts and sloshed ale, he sought out his best friend, Meriadoc Brandybuck. He found him at a table in the back, a rather "fit" looking Estella Boldger on his lap.
Pippin couldn't help but smile. While the two of them were engaged in a rather intense bit of tongue wrestling, he slunk up behind them, and prepared himself for his extremely good imitation of Estella's father. He had to bite his own tongue to keep from laughing, before he finished his prank.
"ESTELLA BOLDGER!" Pippin boomed perfectly. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
The two of them sprang apart like startled rabbits. Pippin was already doubled over in mirth. Merry's face was scarlet. But Estella's was so red it shined. She was not a hobbit to be caught doing the wrong thing.
"PEREGRIN TOOK! ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK!" she yelled. And with that, doused his red curls with the rest of her ale.
Pippin couldn't help it. He kept on laughing. Merry joined in, and Estella stormed out. Still fuming.
"Gosh Pip! I really thought you were old man Boldger." Merry said out of breath. "Gosh!" Merry said again, "He probably would have killed me! Seeing me with Estella like that!" He chuckled, while Pippin shook his head, and sent a spray of ale flying.
Pippin then looked up with an even bigger grin, and at that, both hobbit tweens started laughing once more.
When the next bout was over, Merry and Pippin made their way up to the bar, two giants among hobbits. Merry's purpose was to order another drink. Pippin's, to get one for himself.
"HEY! Another ale over here!" Merry shouted over the noise. A half-pint slid down the bar, and Merry passed his coins off to a bar waitress. She turned and was gone in a flash. Both of them didn't even have time to get a good look at her.
"STRAWBERRY DELIGHT! If it pleases you!" yelled Pippin. Intent on trying something new tonight. Hopefully something with a bit more alcohol content than plain ale.
The same waitress came with his drink. Pippin tried to get a look in before she left, and failed. She was too quick for him. As he followed Merry back to their table, he noticed that the lass was somewhat on the tall side, for a hobbit. He stored the detail in the back of his mind and went to finish his drink...
DISCLAIMER: Pippin, Merry, and other characters from the books are not mine. I acknowledge that fact. But, Ira Bluemoss, and any other characters that may come up, are of my own creation. And I hold FIRST RIGHT to that claim.
Thanks.