Some late night scribbling...
I don´t own anything, this is just for fun
Merry stepped out of the door and took a deep breath of the fresh, clear air. It was a beautiful autmn morning. He closed his eyes and felt the still warm sun on his face. When he opened them, his gaze wandered to the old nut tree. He wondered if it was about time that he´d find some nuts on the ground... then he realized his little cousin Camille was sitting under the tree. He walked over to the nine year old girl and sat down next to her. "A wonderful morning, isn´t it?"
She slowly nodded. She´d been crying, he could tell. "So... what are you doing here, dear?"
"I´m watching the sunrise.", she answered. "I missed you at breakfast. Aren´t you hungry?"
"No."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She looked at him with her big, brown eyes. Then she shook her head no and turned her gaze to the floor. He took another deep breath.
"You know, I think it´s time that I tell you about my adventures on this tree when I was at your age.", Merry said. "Your big sister, Eirien, said to me that I´d never be couragous enough to climb the tree up to the highest branch - and I bet that I would climb up there and would jump on our pile of hay. Can you imagine? From up there?"
She looked up and a faint smile crossed her face. Then she finally looked at him again. So Merry continued, "Well, I climbed up there - I can tell you, I was very afraid. But I would never admit that to your sister, so please don´t tell her, allright? When I reached the highest branch, I realized that the haypile was not as close as I had thought. But I didn´t want to give up - I couldn´t. All kids of the neighbourhood were there and watched me! So I took all my courage, and jumped."
"And.. what happened, Mer?", Camille asked.
"I broke my wrist.", he exclaimed.
"You broke your wrist?"
"Yes, I landed on the pile! Which was good! But then, I lost my balance, rolled down, fell on my arm and broke my wrist!"
She giggled. "You laugh about my accident?" "I´m sorry.", she said and smiled. "So, now you know my most embarrasing story - will you tell me what happened now?"
"It´s nothing...", she said. "And nothing makes you cry?"
"It´s just something Fred said to me."
"What did he say?"
"He said I´ll never find a lad who´ll like me because... because I´m ugly."
Merry gasped. "That is not true, my dear."
"But I know many girls that are prettier than me..."
"I don´t.", Merry said. "You are the prettiest little hobbit lass I know."
"You´re only telling me this because you´re my cousin!", she answered sulky.
"Do you think I´d lie to you? Don´t listen to someone like Fred Bolger. You should ask Pippin what he thinks of this boy. He doesn´t like him."
"I also don´t like him."
"See? You can trust Pippins judgement. So, when Pippin comes out in a few minutes, ask him."
"Ask him what?"
"Ask him if he thinks you´re pretty!"
"I won´t do that!", she exclaimed. Merry smiled. "Then I will!"
"No! No! You won´t! Promise me you won´t!"
Merry grinned. "Allright. But remember what I said. You are the prettiest lass! And I mean it!"
She smiled. "Good morning!", they suddenly heard Pippin and both turned around to see him walking towards them. "Good morning.", greeted him Merry. "Camille, my sunshine. Did old Merry tell you this old story about the nut tree?"
Camille nodded. "I don´t believe you still try to impress pretty young hobbit lasses with this fairy tale, Mer!", Pippin said and grinned. Merry looked at Camille and laid an arm around her shoulders "See, I was right. Trust Pippins judgement."
Camille giggled. Pippin looked puzzled. "What were you two talking about?"
"Nothing.", answered Merry. "Camille, you´re going to tell me, won´t you?", Pippin pleaded. "Nothing.", she said and leaned into Merrys embrace.
I don´t own anything, this is just for fun
Merry stepped out of the door and took a deep breath of the fresh, clear air. It was a beautiful autmn morning. He closed his eyes and felt the still warm sun on his face. When he opened them, his gaze wandered to the old nut tree. He wondered if it was about time that he´d find some nuts on the ground... then he realized his little cousin Camille was sitting under the tree. He walked over to the nine year old girl and sat down next to her. "A wonderful morning, isn´t it?"
She slowly nodded. She´d been crying, he could tell. "So... what are you doing here, dear?"
"I´m watching the sunrise.", she answered. "I missed you at breakfast. Aren´t you hungry?"
"No."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She looked at him with her big, brown eyes. Then she shook her head no and turned her gaze to the floor. He took another deep breath.
"You know, I think it´s time that I tell you about my adventures on this tree when I was at your age.", Merry said. "Your big sister, Eirien, said to me that I´d never be couragous enough to climb the tree up to the highest branch - and I bet that I would climb up there and would jump on our pile of hay. Can you imagine? From up there?"
She looked up and a faint smile crossed her face. Then she finally looked at him again. So Merry continued, "Well, I climbed up there - I can tell you, I was very afraid. But I would never admit that to your sister, so please don´t tell her, allright? When I reached the highest branch, I realized that the haypile was not as close as I had thought. But I didn´t want to give up - I couldn´t. All kids of the neighbourhood were there and watched me! So I took all my courage, and jumped."
"And.. what happened, Mer?", Camille asked.
"I broke my wrist.", he exclaimed.
"You broke your wrist?"
"Yes, I landed on the pile! Which was good! But then, I lost my balance, rolled down, fell on my arm and broke my wrist!"
She giggled. "You laugh about my accident?" "I´m sorry.", she said and smiled. "So, now you know my most embarrasing story - will you tell me what happened now?"
"It´s nothing...", she said. "And nothing makes you cry?"
"It´s just something Fred said to me."
"What did he say?"
"He said I´ll never find a lad who´ll like me because... because I´m ugly."
Merry gasped. "That is not true, my dear."
"But I know many girls that are prettier than me..."
"I don´t.", Merry said. "You are the prettiest little hobbit lass I know."
"You´re only telling me this because you´re my cousin!", she answered sulky.
"Do you think I´d lie to you? Don´t listen to someone like Fred Bolger. You should ask Pippin what he thinks of this boy. He doesn´t like him."
"I also don´t like him."
"See? You can trust Pippins judgement. So, when Pippin comes out in a few minutes, ask him."
"Ask him what?"
"Ask him if he thinks you´re pretty!"
"I won´t do that!", she exclaimed. Merry smiled. "Then I will!"
"No! No! You won´t! Promise me you won´t!"
Merry grinned. "Allright. But remember what I said. You are the prettiest lass! And I mean it!"
She smiled. "Good morning!", they suddenly heard Pippin and both turned around to see him walking towards them. "Good morning.", greeted him Merry. "Camille, my sunshine. Did old Merry tell you this old story about the nut tree?"
Camille nodded. "I don´t believe you still try to impress pretty young hobbit lasses with this fairy tale, Mer!", Pippin said and grinned. Merry looked at Camille and laid an arm around her shoulders "See, I was right. Trust Pippins judgement."
Camille giggled. Pippin looked puzzled. "What were you two talking about?"
"Nothing.", answered Merry. "Camille, you´re going to tell me, won´t you?", Pippin pleaded. "Nothing.", she said and leaned into Merrys embrace.