A/N: Hope you like this new chapter! Much longer this time, although I think that most of it's due to my famous text insertion . . . oh, well! Enjoy, I had fun writing the romance stuff in this more than any fanfiction I've done, probably because I like hobbits so much, they're so cute!!!

Carry You Home

Before Pippin could recover what little sense he now had left. Diamond broke off the kiss, her face beet red.

"I'm sorry, Pippin, you must think me off my rocker . . ."

"Well, I-" was what Pippin would have said, little as it is, but he was beaten to it.

"I was just so relieved at seeing you . . . It meant nothing, really."

Pippin was perplexed by the sudden sinking feeling that entered into his heart.

Suddenly, the echoed sound of "'Fire! Foes! Awake!'" reached them. Pippin, putting all distractions aside, leapt into action. He ran for his pony, which had somehow not been spooked throughout the whole ordeal and was now calmly grazing on the grass on the side of the road.

Pippin mounted his horse and moved it over to Diamond. She stood stock-still, a little afraid of the animal, since ponies and horses were not familiar animals in the Shire.

"It's alright, Diamond, hop on."

"I don't thinks so . . ."

"Aw, don't be such a coward!"

Diamond bristled, "I am no coward!"

"Then get on the pony!" Pippin extended his hand towards her.

Diamond hesitated, then slipped her hand into his. His gripped tightened and he hoisted her up behind him.

"Yah!" Pippin yelled, digging his heels into the pony's sides. The pony took off at a gallop. Diamond cried out in alarm and immedietly her hands went tightly around Pippin's waist.

"Oh," Pippin said grinning, "I forgot to tell you: hold on!"

Diamond glared into his curly hair.

"Just like old times," she sighed. "Some things just never change."

"You've gotten so . . . so . . . tall!" Estella managed.

"Yep," Merry answered with an egotistical sniff. "Adventurin' makes you grow."

"An' . . An' your clothes! Where did you get such garments?" Estella fingered the tunic and the chain mail beneath it.

"It's the uniform of the Rohirrim."

"'The Rohirrim?'"

"Aye! They're these riders you see and-"

"Come on, Merry, Sam's back and with Farmer Cotton," said Frodo.

"'Stell, go back home and stay there," Merry instructed the hobbit-lass. "Things are going to get pretty nasty in a day or two."

"I'm not frightened . . . now that you're back," Estella said the last part softly, but Merry caught it all and soon he felt his pointy ears getting quite hot along with the rest of his face.

"Estella, promise me you'll stay at home!" He pleaded.

"I cannot promise that. I do not like the idea of hiding in my house when I could help defend the Shire."

"But, 'Stell-!"

"Merry!"

"Coming! I'll be back."

The company rode back to Cotton's farm to stay the night and layout their plans.

A day or two later found the our hobbits and very many others lying hidden near Bywater Road waiting for ruffians to pass by as they no doubt would. Merry, sitting in a tree, looked ahead. He spotted a dark mass coming along the East Road.

The hobbit looked down at the waiting hobbits behind the barricade. He whistled a signal down and they all nodded, readying their weapons. Merry then caught sight of a hobbit-lass armed with a rolling-pin.

"Estella!" He hissed loudly.

Estella looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders with a grin.

"I told you that I don't like idea of sitting when I could help." Then she pat the rolling-pin into her hand and gave another shrug. "'Twas all I could find. But, they'll be sure to get a piece of my mind with it!"

Merry's keen hobbit ears began to pick up the sound of the ruffians footsteps and he forced himself to throw his worries aside and concentrate on the battle that would no doubt take place.

(A/N: Now comes an insert from Return of the King, for the privilage of those of you who have not read the books, get a taste of the Scouring of the Shire and Tolkien's marvelous style and genius. Also, I wanted to show what they went through and still give the story some depth, but I couldn't do it like Tolkien did, so I thought I would quote him. Even though I thought this chapter was awesome, you know, how the hobbits rose up and defended themselves, I didn't wholly miss it in the movie, because, it does put a slight damper on things, 'cause it's sort of like a loss of innocence, you know. This quotation is quite long because the whole two scenes I quoted has great significance, morally, which I wanted to share with those who have not read the books or knew that Tolkien was a Christian and that influence is defiantly evident throughout all his books. Scouring of the Shire: pg. 320-327).

"The ruffians came tramping along the East Road, and without halting turned up Bywayer Road, which ran for some way sloping up between high banks with low hedges on the top. Round a bend, about a furlong from the main road, they met a stout barrier of old farm-carts upturned. That halted them. At the same moment they became aware that the hedges on both sides, just above their heads, were all lined with hobbits. Behind them other hobbits now pushed out some more wagons that had been hidden in a field , and so blocked the way back. A voice spoke to them from above.

'Well, you have walked into a trap,' said Merry. 'Your fellows from Hobbiton did the same, and one is dead and the rest are prisoners. Lay down your weapons! Then go back twenty paces and sit down. Any who try to break out will be shot.'

But the ruffians could not now be cowed so easily. A few of them obeyed, but were immediately set on by their fellows. A score or more broke back and charged the wagons. Six were shot, but the remainder burst out, killing two hobbits, and then scattering across the country in the direction of Woody End. Two more fell as they ran. Merry blew a loud horn-call, and there were answering calls from a distance.

'They won't get far,' said Pippin. 'All that country is alive with our hunters now.'

Behind, the trapped Men in the lane, still about four score, tried to climb the barrier and the banks, and the hobbits were obliged to shoot many of them or hew them with axes. But many of the strongest and most desperate got out on the west side, and attacked their enemies fiercely, being now more bent on killing than escaping. Several hobbits fell, and the rest were wavering, when Merry and Pippin, who were on the east side, came across and charged the ruffians. Merry himself slew the leader, a great squint-eyed brute like a huge orc. Then he drew his forces off, encircling the last remnant of the Men in a wide ring of archers.

At last all was over. Nearly seventy of the ruffians lay dead on the field, and a dozen were prisoners. Nineteen hobbits were killed, and some thirty were wounded. The dead ruffians were laden in wagons and hauled off to an old sand pit nearby and there buried: in the Battle Pit, as it was afterwards called. The fallen hobbits were laid together in a grave on the hill-side, where later a great stone was set up with a garden about it. So ended the Battle of Bywater, 1419, the last battle fought in the Shire, and the only battle since the Greenfields, 1147, away up in the Northfarthing. In consequence, though it happily cost very few lives, it has a chapter to itself in the Red Book, and the names of all those who took part were made into a Roll, and learned by heart by Shire-historians. The very considerable rise in the fame and fortune of the Cottons dates from this time; but at the top of the Roll in all accounts stand the names of Captains Meriadoc and Peregrin.

Frodo had been in the battle, but he had not drawn sword, and his chief part had been to prevent the hobbits in their wrath at their losses, from slaying those of their enemies who threw down their weapons. When the fighting was over, and the later labours were ordered, Merry, Pippin, and Sam joined him, and they rode back with the Cottons. They ate a late midday meal, and then Frodo said with a sigh: 'Well, I suppose it is time now that we dealt with the "Chief'."

'Yes indeed; the sooner the better,' said Merry. 'And don't be too gentle! He's responsible for bringing in these ruffians, and for all the evil they have done.'

Farmer Cotton collected an escort of some two dozen sturdy hobbits. 'For it's only a guess that there is no ruffians left at Bag End,' he said. 'We don't know.' Then they set out on foot. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin led the way.

It was one of the saddest hours in their lives. The great chimney rose up before them; and as they drew near the old village across the Water, through rows and rows of new mean houses along each side of the road, they saw the new mill in all its frowning and dirty ugliness: a great brick building straddling the stream, which it fouled with a streaming and stinking outflow. All along the Bywater Road every tree had been felled.

As they crossed the bridge and looked up the Hill they gasped. Even Sam's vision in the Mirror had not prepared him for what they saw. The Old Grange on the west side had been knocked down, and its place taken by rows of tarred sheds. All the chestnuts were gone. The banks and hedgerows were broken. Great wagons were standing in disorder in a field beaten of bear grass. Bagshot Row was a yawning sand and gravel quarry. Bag End up beyond could not be seen for a clutter of large huts.

'They've cut it down!' cried Sam. 'They've cut down the Party Tree!' He pointed to where the tree had stood under which Bilbo had made his Farewell Speech. It was lying lopped and dead in the field. As if this was the last straw Sam burst into tears.

A laugh put an end to them. There was a surly hobbit lounging over the low wall of the mill-yard. He was grimy faced and black-handed. 'Don't ee like it, Sam?' he sneered. 'But you always was soft. I though you'd gone off in one o' them ships you used to prattle about, sailing, sailing. What d'you want to come back for? We've got work to do in the Shire now.'

'So I see,' said Sam. 'No time for washing, but time for wall-propping. But see here, Master Sandyman, I've got a score to pay in this village, and don't you make it any longer with your jeering, or you'll foot a bill too big for your purse.'

Ted Sandyman spat over the wall. 'Garn!' he said. 'You can't touch me. I'm a friend o' the Boss's. But he'll touch you all right, if I have any more of your mouth.'

'Don't waste any more words on the fool, Sam!' said Frodo. 'I hope there are not many more hobbits that have become like this. It would be worse than all the damage Men have done.'

'You are dirty and insolent, Sandyman,' said Merry. 'And also very much out of your reckoning. We are just going up the Hill to remove your precious Boss. We have dealt with his Men.'

Ted gaped, for at that moment he first caught sight of the escort that at a sign from Merry now marched over the bridge. Dashing back into the mill he ran out with a horn and blew it loudly.

'Save your breath!' laughed Merry. 'I've a better.' Then lifting up his silver horn he winded it, and its clear call rang over the Hill; and out of the holes and sheds and shabby houses of Hobbiton the hobbits answered, and came pouring out, and with cheers and loud cries they followed the company up the road to Bag End.

At the top of the lane the party halted, and Frodo and friends went on; and they came at last to the once beloved place. The garden was full of huts and sheds, some so near the old westward windows that they cut off all their light. There were piles of refuse everywhere. The door was scarred; the bell-chain was dangling loose, and the bell would not ring. Knocking brought no answer. At length they pushed and the door yielded. They went in. The place stank and was full of filth and disorder: it did not appear to have been used for some time.

'Where is that miserable Lotho hiding?' said Merry. They had searched every room and found no living thing save rats and mice. 'Shall we turn on the others to search the sheds?'

'This is worse than Mordor!' said Sam. 'Much worse in a way. It comes home to you, as they say; because it is home, and you remember it before it was all ruined.'

'Yes, this is Mordor,' said Frodo. 'Just one of its works. Saruman was doing its work all the time, even when he thought he was working for himself. And the same with those that Saruman tricked, like Lotho.'

Merry looked round in dismay and disgust. 'Let's get out!' he said. 'If I had known all the mischief he had caused, I should have stuffed my pouch down Saruman's throat.'

'No doubt, no doubt! But you did not, and so I am able to welcome you home.' There standing at the door was Saruman himself, looking well-fed and well-pleased; his eyes gleamed with malice and amusement.

A sudden light broke on Frodo. 'Sharkey!' he cried.

Saruman laughed. 'So you have heard the name, have you? All my people used to call that in Isengard, I believe. A sign of affection, possibly. But evidently you did not except to see me here.'

'I did not,' said Frodo. 'But I might have guessed. A little mischief in a mean way: Gandalf warned me that you were still capable of it.'

'Quite capable,' said Saruman, 'and more than a little. You made me laugh, you hobbit-lordlings, riding along with all those great people, so secure and so pleased with you little selves. You thought you had done very well out of it all, and could now just amble back and have a nice quiet time in the country. Saruman's home could be all wrecked, and he could be turned out, but no one could touch yours. Oh no! Gandalf would look after your affairs.'

Saruman laughed again. 'Not he! When his tools have done their task he drops them. But you must go dangling after him, dawdling and talking, and riding round twice as far as you needed. "Well," thought I, "if they're such fools, I will get ahead of them and teach them a lesson. One ill turn deserves another." It would have been a sharper lesson, if only you had given me a little more time and more Men. Still I have already done much that you will find it hard to mend or undo in your lives. And it will be pleasant to think of that and set it against my injuries.'

'Well, if that is what you find pleasure in,' said Frodo, 'I pity you. It will be a pleasure of memory only, I fear. Go at once and never return!'

The hobbits of the villages had seen Saruman come out of one of the huts, and at once they came crowding up to the door of Bag End. When they heard Frodo's command, they murmured angrily:

'Don't let him go! Kill him! He's a villain and a murderer. Kill him!'

Saruman looked round at their hostile faced and smiled.

'Kill him!' he mocked. 'Kill him, if you think there are enough of you, my brave hobbits!' He drew himself up and stared at them darkly with his black eyes. 'But do not think that when I lost all my goods I lost all my power! Whoever it shall wither and never again be healed.'

The hobbits recoiled. But Frodo said: 'Do not believe him! He has lost all power, save his voice that can still daunt you and deceive you, if you let it. But I will not have him slain. It is useless to meet revenge with revenge: it will heal nothing. Go Saruman, by the speediest way!'

'Worm! Worm!' Saruman called; and out of a nearby hut came Wormtongue, crawling, almost like a dog. 'To the road again, Wormtongue!' said Saruman. 'These fine fellows and lordlings are turning us adrift again. Come along!'

Saruman turned to go, and Wormtongue shuffled after him. But even as Saruman passed close to Frodo a knife flashed in his hand, and he stabbed swiftly. The blade turned on the hidden mail-coat and snapped. A dozen hobbits, led by Sam, leaped forward with a cry and flung the villain to the ground. Sam drew his sword.

'No, Sam!' said Frodo. 'Do not kill him even now. For he has not hurt me. And in any case I do not wish him to be slain in this evil mood. He was great once, of a noble kind that we should not dare to raise our hands against. He is fallen, and his cure is beyond us; but I would still spare him, in the hope that he may find it.'

Saruman rose to his feet, and stared at Frodo. There was a strange look in his eyes of mingled wonder and respect and hatred. 'You have grown, Halfling,' he said. 'Yes, you have grown very much. You are wise, and cruel. You have robbed my revenge of sweetness, and now I must go hence in bitterness, in debt to your mercy. I hate it and you! Well, I go and I will trouble you no more. But do not expect me to wish you health and long life. You will have neither. But that is not my doing. I merely foretell.'

He walked away, and the hobbits made a lane for him to pass; but their knuckles whitened as they gripped on their weapons. Wormtongue hesitated, and then followed his master.

'Wormtongue!' called Frodo. 'You need not follow him. I know of no evil you have done to me. You have rest and food here for a while, until you are stronger and can go your own ways.'

Wormtongue halted and looked back at him, half prepared to stay. Saruman turned. 'No evil?' he cackled. 'Oh no! Even when he sneaks out at night it is only to look at the stars. But did I hear someone ask where poor Lotho is hiding? You know, don't you, Worm? Will you tell them?'

Wormtongue cowered down and whimpered: 'No, no!'

'Then I will,' said Saruman. 'Worm killed your Chief, poor little fellow, your nice little Boss. Didn't you, Worm? Stabbed him in his sleep, I believe. Buried him, I hope; though Worm has been very hungry lately. No, Worm is not really nice. You had better leave him to me.'

A look of wild hatred came into Wormtongue's red eyes. 'You told me to; you made me do it,' he hissed.

Saruman laughed. 'You do what Sharkey says, always, don't you, Worm? Well, now he says: follow!' He kicked Wormtongue in the face as he groveled, and turned and made off. But at that something snapped: suddenly Wormtongue rose up, drawing a hidden knife, and then with a snarl like a dog he sprang on Saruman's back, jerked his head back, cut his throat, and with a yell ran off down the lane. Before Frodo could recover or speak a word, three hobbit-bows twanged and Wormtongue fell dead.

To the dismay of those that stood by, about the body of Saruman a grey mist gathered, and rising slowly to a great height like smoke from a fire, as a pale shrouded figure it loomed over the Hill. For a moment it wavered, looking to the West; but out of the West came a cold wind, and it bent away, and with a sigh dissolved into nothing.

Frodo looked down at the body with pity and horror, for as he looked it seemed that long years of death were suddenly revealed in it, and it shrank, and the shriveled face became rags of skin upon a hideous skull. Lifting up the skirt of the dirty cloak that sprawled beside it, he covered it over and turned away.

'And that's the end of that,' said Sam. 'A nasty end, and I wish I need'nt have seen it; but it's a good riddance.'

'And the very last end of the War, I hope,' said Merry.

'I hope so,' said Frodo and sighed. 'The very last stroke. But to think that it should fall here, at the very door of Bag End! Among all my hopes and fears at least I never expected that.'

'I shan't call it the end, till we've cleared up the mess,' said Sam gloomily. 'And that'll take a lot of time and work.'"

"Aye," Merry agreed with a sigh as he stood there, hands on his hips, looking about surveying the area about him. Suddenly, he spotted Estella sitting on the ground a ways away, mopping up her right leg which was bleeding considerably.

"'Stell!" Merry cried as he ran to her. "What happened?" he asked frantically, ripping a piece of his beloved tunic to help clean he wound.

"At the battle," she replied through gritted teeth, "just a little scratch, it's nothing."

"You call that nothin'!" Merry cried. "You bloody leg is bleedin'! This is why I didn't want you fightin'! I-"

"It could have been worse, Merry, and I'm thankful it wasn't!" She then looked up at him, her eyes blazing, "And do ye know what else, I'm proud of it! I'm proud to have gotten it defending the only home I've ever known!"

At this small speech Merry quieted and asked gently, "how did you get here?"

"I got a ride on one of the wagons."

"And how are you getting home?"

"I'll walk."

Estella moved to get up.

"Are you sure you want to be doin' that?"

"I'll be fine, my tall Merry, it's hardly any distance at all." But, once she put pressure on that leg, she cried out, and would have fallen to the ground if Merry had not caught her before hand.

"Thank you," she gasped. "Perhaps, I could stand a little help," she then said with a sheepish smile.

Merry grinned then, suddenly swept her up in his arms.

"Meriadoc Brandybuck of Buckland, just what do you think you are doing?"

"I'm carryin' you home," he said simply.

"Like elves in Hobbiton you are, I'm not helpless! Put me down!"

"No."

The more Estella struggled, the tighter Merry held onto her and finally she just gave up.

"Do you still remember where it is?"

"I've never forgotten."

As Merry carried along the road he began to sing to himself.

"'The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can.

Pursuing it with weary feet

Until it joins some larger way,

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then?

I cannot say.'"

"Your old cousin Bilbo used to sing that, didn't he?"

"Yes, that he did."

Estella had draped her arm over Merry neck when he had picked her up and suddenly Merry felt Estella's fingers begin to gently stroke the back of his neck.

Our brave little---sorry---tall Merry gulped. Estella then taxed his nerves even more, even though she was unaware of it . . . perhaps, when she then burrowed her cheek into the soft area below his shoulder.

"Oh, Merry," she murmured, "you have no idea how much I missed you since you were away."

"Me?" Merry said incredulously, "You missed me?"

Merry felt her head nod against him.

"Aye." Then, Estella pulled herself up a bit and kissed his cheek. Merry was so surprised he almost dropped her.

"Merry!"

"Sorry!"

A few minutes later Estella leaned her head against his chest once again. Merry felt her breathing become deep and even and realized she had fallen asleep.

"Oh, my brave dear Estella," he whispered as he rounded the corner to her hobbit hole, or what was left of it.

(note from the book) It was probably Orkish in origin: sharkû, 'old man'.

(A/N: A little graphic, Saruman's death, reminds me of the first and third Indiana Jones movies, but wasn't that still an awesome piece of work! I was so totally surprised when I read that part in the book: Saruman being there, I gasped out loud! Tolkien was such a genius at storytelling. For those of you who haven't read the books, READ THEM!! Oh, my goodness, he can write action scenes, for you guys or tomboys out there, with such detail, that you can picture it in your head. The whole scene in the Two Towers with Shelob, oh, man! I was on the edge of my seat!!! And I cried when he thought that Frodo was dead! That's why I didn't cry while watching the Return of the King, 'cause I already did my crying for that scene when reading the Two Towers! And for some reason my favorite line in the Return of the King book is Sam saying, right at the end: "Well I'm back . ." and I was SO thrilled when they had it in the movie! And did you know, that the girl who played Sam's daughter, Elanor is Sean Astin's daughter in real life? Awesome, huh?)