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Summary: One rainy day a young Pippin is bored and annoys his parents. Slightly AU... there might be some modern ideas thrown around.
It all started one rainy spring day. A six year old Pippin was sick and tired of being cooped up and had no one to play with. Usually if he was this bored he would play with Pervincia but, his elder sisters had gone to spend "Girl Time" with their aunt.
The little hobbit wandered into his father's study looking for something to do. The Thain sat in a chair at a desk looking over paperwork. Pippin crawled into the seat across from the desk and picked a paperweight up.
"Peregrin, put that down son," Paladin said, "What are you doing in here? Why don't you go play somewhere?"
"I have nothing to do and I'm bored. I decided to come help you," Pippin told his father. Paladin looked up at the wide-eyed child. He couldn't help but feel bad for the young imp. He knew Pippin had a hard time dealing with rainy days, especially when there was no one around to play with. He took off his glasses and sighed, racking his brain for something Pippin could do to help. He sighed once more when he thought of nothing the young boy could handle.
"I'm sorry Pippin," he said, his voice soft, "I have no work you can do here. You should go see what you can do to help your mother." Pippin sighed, gave a look of defeat, and sliding off the chair left the room quietly.
Pippin wandered the corridors poking his nose into various rooms whilst looking for something to do. Past experiences told him to avoid trying to help his mother at all costs. He could not help as well as his sisters were able and his mother would get upset when he did things wrong. No, he was better off finding something to do on his own. He went into the library deciding he could read a book for awhile to take up some time.
The library was a large room with a desk and a chair as well as various sofas for hobbits who intended to stay a while. The bookcases reached up to the ceiling and there was a ladder to the side for those who needed a book on a high up shelf and could not reach. Pippin, who had spent no time in here on his own, had no idea where to find a good book to read. He wandered up a dusty row looking at the book covers.
He pulled a large leather book from a shelf. The poor little hobbit could barely carry it. He dragged the book across the floor to an overstuffed sofa and pulled it up onto his lap. He opened the tome tried his hardest to read the large words. After stumbling over one sentence the young Took gave up. He shut the book with a sigh, slid off the sofa and proceeded to drag the book back to its place.
After leaving the library, Pippin wandered to his room and flopped onto his bed. His eyes wandered around the room looking for something to entertain him. His eyes fell upon his rubber duckie. His favorite bath toy sparked an idea in the young lad's head.
"Perhaps I shall take a bath," mused the young hobbit. He rolled off his bed and stood up, reaching his arm out to grab his precious duckie. However, at that very moment one of the maids outside the hall was dusting and knocked over a vase. The sound startled Pippin and he fell over knocking a picture of his Brandybuck cousins off his nightstand. A shard of glass cut his hairy hobbit foot and a trickle of blood spilled out from his wound. He took one look at his bloodied foot and began to bawl. The maid in the hallway stopped cleaning up the broken vase and ran into his room to see what was wrong.
The maid, who was called Emerald, bent down to see what caused the young Took such distress and all but laughed in Pippin's face after seeing the rather small cut on his foot. She scolder herself for almost laughing at him, after all he was just a child and future Thain none the less. She picked the child up and placed him on the bed.
"Come now lad, let me have a look at it," she said gently trying to sooth the crying hobbit. He stuck his foot out. She brushed the hairy of his furry feet away from the cut.
"Now that's not too bad is it?" Pippin stopped crying for a moment and looked at her. She smiled, "Just needs a little washing and you should be fine." Pippin nodded his head as the tears stopped.
"What caused this mishap?" Emerald asked, looking down at the shattered glass surrounding the photograph.
Pippin pointed up at the rubber duck, "Duckie... bath..," he mumbled between his hiccups of a sob. Emerald nodded her head as she picked up the shards so no other hobbit feet would get harmed. After throwing out the pieces of glass, she picked Pippin up off the bed and grabbed the prized duckie of the shelf.
"I think a bath can be arranged master hobbit."
Summary: One rainy day a young Pippin is bored and annoys his parents. Slightly AU... there might be some modern ideas thrown around.
It all started one rainy spring day. A six year old Pippin was sick and tired of being cooped up and had no one to play with. Usually if he was this bored he would play with Pervincia but, his elder sisters had gone to spend "Girl Time" with their aunt.
The little hobbit wandered into his father's study looking for something to do. The Thain sat in a chair at a desk looking over paperwork. Pippin crawled into the seat across from the desk and picked a paperweight up.
"Peregrin, put that down son," Paladin said, "What are you doing in here? Why don't you go play somewhere?"
"I have nothing to do and I'm bored. I decided to come help you," Pippin told his father. Paladin looked up at the wide-eyed child. He couldn't help but feel bad for the young imp. He knew Pippin had a hard time dealing with rainy days, especially when there was no one around to play with. He took off his glasses and sighed, racking his brain for something Pippin could do to help. He sighed once more when he thought of nothing the young boy could handle.
"I'm sorry Pippin," he said, his voice soft, "I have no work you can do here. You should go see what you can do to help your mother." Pippin sighed, gave a look of defeat, and sliding off the chair left the room quietly.
Pippin wandered the corridors poking his nose into various rooms whilst looking for something to do. Past experiences told him to avoid trying to help his mother at all costs. He could not help as well as his sisters were able and his mother would get upset when he did things wrong. No, he was better off finding something to do on his own. He went into the library deciding he could read a book for awhile to take up some time.
The library was a large room with a desk and a chair as well as various sofas for hobbits who intended to stay a while. The bookcases reached up to the ceiling and there was a ladder to the side for those who needed a book on a high up shelf and could not reach. Pippin, who had spent no time in here on his own, had no idea where to find a good book to read. He wandered up a dusty row looking at the book covers.
He pulled a large leather book from a shelf. The poor little hobbit could barely carry it. He dragged the book across the floor to an overstuffed sofa and pulled it up onto his lap. He opened the tome tried his hardest to read the large words. After stumbling over one sentence the young Took gave up. He shut the book with a sigh, slid off the sofa and proceeded to drag the book back to its place.
After leaving the library, Pippin wandered to his room and flopped onto his bed. His eyes wandered around the room looking for something to entertain him. His eyes fell upon his rubber duckie. His favorite bath toy sparked an idea in the young lad's head.
"Perhaps I shall take a bath," mused the young hobbit. He rolled off his bed and stood up, reaching his arm out to grab his precious duckie. However, at that very moment one of the maids outside the hall was dusting and knocked over a vase. The sound startled Pippin and he fell over knocking a picture of his Brandybuck cousins off his nightstand. A shard of glass cut his hairy hobbit foot and a trickle of blood spilled out from his wound. He took one look at his bloodied foot and began to bawl. The maid in the hallway stopped cleaning up the broken vase and ran into his room to see what was wrong.
The maid, who was called Emerald, bent down to see what caused the young Took such distress and all but laughed in Pippin's face after seeing the rather small cut on his foot. She scolder herself for almost laughing at him, after all he was just a child and future Thain none the less. She picked the child up and placed him on the bed.
"Come now lad, let me have a look at it," she said gently trying to sooth the crying hobbit. He stuck his foot out. She brushed the hairy of his furry feet away from the cut.
"Now that's not too bad is it?" Pippin stopped crying for a moment and looked at her. She smiled, "Just needs a little washing and you should be fine." Pippin nodded his head as the tears stopped.
"What caused this mishap?" Emerald asked, looking down at the shattered glass surrounding the photograph.
Pippin pointed up at the rubber duck, "Duckie... bath..," he mumbled between his hiccups of a sob. Emerald nodded her head as she picked up the shards so no other hobbit feet would get harmed. After throwing out the pieces of glass, she picked Pippin up off the bed and grabbed the prized duckie of the shelf.
"I think a bath can be arranged master hobbit."