A/N: ok this is just based off of a dream I had last night so if it's a little weird, you know why.
A/N: I'm soooo sorry, I put in the wrong name! Isbella was for anither fanfic I was doing, sorry for the mistake.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything at all.
"We need more customers!" Pippin yelled knocking over a chair. It startled me and I jumped as I washed the dishes. Pippin saw how I was anxious and sat down.
"I'm sorry Estella." He sighed and he huddled over the mass of papers on the table.
"We can't lose this place." He added looking utterly lost. The pile of parchment was the taxes and we were running short on funds. I just looked down and nodded. My hands were becoming worn and wrinkled from dishwashing. Merry and Pippin's restaurant was falling apart, not physically but financially.
Someone began to knock on the door.
"Can you get that?" I yelled.
No one responded.
"Can someone PLEASE get that?"
Pippin finally walked from the kitchen table, behind me out of the kitchen, and into the living room where the front door was. I listened from the kitchen as he opened the door and a hobbit walked in. There was a pause and I finally heard Pippin's voice happily cheer:
"Hello"
"Hullo Pip"
That second voice sounded very familiar. I gasped and ran to them.
"MERRY!" I scream with joy and I threw my arms around his neck and I completely melt against him. He wraps is arms around my back so he doesn't fall over and he pulls me even closer.
"Hello Sweetheart" he whispered into my ear and he gently pushed me away. I looked up at him and he pulled me in again for a charming kiss. I move away from his lips and I rest my head on his chest. I look around the living room. My elderly dad is sitting in his rocking chair by the window. He shakes his head disapprovingly and turns away. He doesn't really approve of my relationship with Merry but at least he doesn't forbid it.
Merry, as always sits down and pulls put a large pipe. He leans back and relaxes a little as he smokes his pipe weed. I am standing in the doorway, watching him, smiling. He turns and sees me and motions to his lap. I happily skip over and sit on his lap, my head resting just below his shoulder, and he plays with my hair and whispers into my ear how beautiful I am, in between inhales of smoke. He had just come back from a business trip to Bree. Pippin walks over and he shows Merry some papers, I know they must be bills because Merry rubs his forehead and sighs. He whispers to Merry and I know enough to rise and I walk to the kitchen. I start to finish washing the dishes.
I feel a bit woozy......everything goes black.
I faint.