A/N: "Cheshire Ann"- Yeah!
"Retrogirl89"- I'm so glad you loved that! I don't know where it came from but it just popped into my head while I was writing the scene and I immediately wrote it down.
"mesa luv stu"- THANKYOU!!!!
"Lindaleriel"- Thanks, I'm glad you like it! Yeah, sister! I always want to make known in one way or another, because not everyone knows, that Tolkien was Christian and that had a major influence on his writing! It's awesome!
"Crystalline4"- I'm glad you love this story. This is definitely one of those rare pieces of writing that just write themselves, "if you take my meanin'" :) Thanks for the suggestion! I took it, and here it is: Another chapter!!! Hurray!!! :)
"CherryHobbit2468": "Who do we appreciate . . .?" sorry, couldn't resist. I'm SO glad you think it's adorable, I do too! Hobbits are adorable, so there's no other way to write them but adorably!!! :)
"LordVaughan"- Thanks! I'm so glad you say so, I was a little concerned that I would get flamed for not staying true to the book or something, that's why I sometimes do a lot of text insertion. And I was going for that staying true to the book but, being able to add stuff that could have happened and make it believable.
And "Scottish Hobbit" (for your review for Chap2) YOU ROCK!!!!!!!! I'm SO glad it made you smile, reading your review made me smile, so we're even! :) Oh! There's another one!!! :)
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It's a Match!
But, the explosion never came. Diamond just stood there, staring at Pippin. Then, she quickly grasped Estella's wrist. "I need to talk to you," she said quietly and promptly dragged her into the Bolger's study.
Merry's glance darted at Pippin, who had nervously shifted in his
seat.
"What was that all about?" He asked.
"I have no idea . . ." Pippin responded weakly.
"You are a terrible liar, Pip."
"I know."
Merry gave him a hard look. "You want to tell me about it?"
Pippin sighed. "All right," agreed. "It started out like this . . ."
*~*~*~*~*
"You did what? . . . Are you being serious with me, Diamond?"
Diamond lowered her head in a nod. Her face was becoming a bright red.
"At first, I wasn't sure why I did it. I thought, perhaps I . . . I don't know . . . all I do know is that I cannot forget it."
*~*~*~*~*
"She did?" Merry's voice rose in surprise as an incredulous expression spread across his face.
"Yes," answered, concentrating with great intensity on a loose thread hanging from his coat cuff.
"Well . . ." Merry grasped at things to say to get more information out of his cousin. "Was it a revolting experience?"
Pippin's head shot up.
"No!" he cried and with such ardor that Merry was almost startled. Pippin then relaxed again and his voice became soft. "It was, in fact, quite the opposite."
*~*~*~*~*
" . . . When I thought he was dead, Estella, I can't begin to describe what I felt. I suddenly realized that, except for when he was pulling pranks on me, that I enjoyed being around him, though I would've been the last to admit it at the time. Oh, Estella! I can't dispel the feeling of his lips on mine, and what's worse is that I'm longing for their return. I can't believe I never realized how beautiful his eyes were and his voice . . . when he was comforting me . . . how warm it was . . ."
"Do you want to know what I think?" Estella had been silently listening to this catharsis and knew she had to give her opinion in the matter, one way or another.
"What do you think?"
"I think that you are falling in love with Pippin."
*~*~*~*~*
"No matter how much I try to stop, Merry, I keep feeling this longing for her to kiss me again. To see those green eyes look up at me with such warmth."
"Pippin," Merry said with a sigh, "what does your heart tell you?"
Pippin didn't answer but became pensive all of a sudden.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Dinner!" Mrs. Bolger called.
The hobbits gathered around the dining table as Mrs. Bolger set out the food. Ham with gravy, sweet corn pudding, string beans, and fried potatoes.
Merry's mouth watered, Pippin's would have, too if his mind wasn't so distracted. His cousin glanced over at him as they ate. "It must be really serious," he thought, "Pippin is hardly touchin' his food!"
Estella and Merry both noticed the lack of appetite in their friends that evening. They exchanged glances and then both smiled mischievously. The two knew without thinking what was going through the other's mind.
Estella subtly tilted her head towards Pippin and raised a questioning brow.
Merry slowly inclined his head. Then, he too tilted his head. But, it was of course toward Diamond.
It was Estella's turn to nod. The two gave each other a brief smile, then went back to eating. They had some planning and plotting to do.
*~*~*~*~*
After dinner Pippin and Mr. Bolger sat talking about the restoration projects in the Shire while Diamond volunteered to help Estella and Mrs. Bolger clean up.
"Mama," Estella said as she handed Diamond a dish towel, I need to speak with Merry for a moment, I'll be right back."
"Go ahead, dear."
Merry was about to sit down in the chair beside Mr. Bolger when Estella suddenly grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out the door. Merry ignored the thrill that went up his spine at her touch and asked, "Where, pray tell, are we going?"
"I need to talk with you."
"About Pippin and Diamond, correct?"
Estella let go of his hand. Merry felt the instant loss, but was comforted by the bright smile that she then bestowed on him.
"Correct!" She replied. Estella then beckoned him with a tilt of her curly auburn head. "Come, walk with me in the garden."
*~*~*~*~*
"So, you think the best way to make a match of them would be to abandon them in a field?"
"No!" Estella exclaimed in an exasperated tone, "we wouldn't be abandoning them! . . . We would come back later. I'll just say I forgot a vital something or other . . . a rhubarb pie, perhaps. I'll emphasize that I spent hours and hours on it."
"I'm sure we could have a picnic without a pie, as horrible as that sounds."
"But, WE won't be having the picnic, my dear Meriadoc, THEY will."
"What do you mean?"
Estella rolled her eyes. "I mean, you will volunteer to come back with me, saying . . . I don't know . . . you don't want me driving back to Stock by myself, or something else just as silly."
"But, I wouldn't want you to."
"Well, that's perfect, then," Estella said shortly, a little irritated at Merry's constant protective manner, though she had to admit it made her feel . . . well . . . special.
Silence then reigned supreme.
Estella looked up at Merry and again marveled at how tall he had become.
Merry glanced at Estella and caught her gaze.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing I . . ." Suddenly, she noticed a pink line above his right eyebrow. Estella reached up and brushed his hair away from it. "Where did you get this scar, Merry?" Her brows knit with concern.
"Orcs," was his brief answer.
"Orcs?"
"Also known as Goblins, sometimes."
"Oh, I remember . . . Mr. Baggins, that is Bilbo Baggins, mentioned them in his stories."
"Pippin and I were in captivity under them for a time."
The Moon gleamed in the green pools that were Estella's eyes, as looked at him. She said nothing, but her face spoke of her understanding of their journey and also shone with a new respect for him.
"So, you missed me, eh?" Merry suddenly said, with a small rakish grin.
Even in the dim twilight, Merry could see Estella's cheeks becoming scarlet.
"Did I really say that?" she asked quietly, though she knew the answer.
"Yes, you really did," Merry replied and he stepped closer to her.
Estella looked away and fixed her gaze on the roses blooming and growing up the trellis. She heard Merry's soft footfalls stop right behind her. Then, he moved and walked around so she was facing him once again.
Estella's head was bowed. She dared not look up into the gray eyes that she could feel boring straight into her heart.
Suddenly, she felt his thumb and bent pointer finger slip under her chin. Then her face was gently forced up. Waves of affection swept over Estella as she looked upon Merry. Warm and intense was his expression.
"Kiss me, Estella," whispered Merry.
Regaining some of her wit, Estella managed to reply with, "why don't you kiss me first?"
Merry's lips curled in an affectionate smile and he cupped her face in his hands. Then, he leaned down and kissed her. His lips were warm and inviting and he constantly opened them to change their position on Estella's mouth, as if trying to memorize every inch of her lips with his.
One of Merry's hands then slid down to Estella's back and pulled closer against him. Estella wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and stood on the tips of her toes to deepen the kiss.
When the two parted they were gasping for breath.
Estella leaned against Merry as he continued to hold her in his arms under the watchful eye of the moon and the spy behind the lace curtains of the kitchen window.
"It's a match!" Mrs. Bolger cried, clapping her hands with glee as she backed away from the window. She then took her clueless husband by the hands and pulled him into a jig.
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Ya like? I hope it's good, I was half asleep when I typed it out. I had written some of it down earlier, but only bits and pieces. Ciao!
"Retrogirl89"- I'm so glad you loved that! I don't know where it came from but it just popped into my head while I was writing the scene and I immediately wrote it down.
"mesa luv stu"- THANKYOU!!!!
"Lindaleriel"- Thanks, I'm glad you like it! Yeah, sister! I always want to make known in one way or another, because not everyone knows, that Tolkien was Christian and that had a major influence on his writing! It's awesome!
"Crystalline4"- I'm glad you love this story. This is definitely one of those rare pieces of writing that just write themselves, "if you take my meanin'" :) Thanks for the suggestion! I took it, and here it is: Another chapter!!! Hurray!!! :)
"CherryHobbit2468": "Who do we appreciate . . .?" sorry, couldn't resist. I'm SO glad you think it's adorable, I do too! Hobbits are adorable, so there's no other way to write them but adorably!!! :)
"LordVaughan"- Thanks! I'm so glad you say so, I was a little concerned that I would get flamed for not staying true to the book or something, that's why I sometimes do a lot of text insertion. And I was going for that staying true to the book but, being able to add stuff that could have happened and make it believable.
And "Scottish Hobbit" (for your review for Chap2) YOU ROCK!!!!!!!! I'm SO glad it made you smile, reading your review made me smile, so we're even! :) Oh! There's another one!!! :)
*~*~*~*~*~*
It's a Match!
But, the explosion never came. Diamond just stood there, staring at Pippin. Then, she quickly grasped Estella's wrist. "I need to talk to you," she said quietly and promptly dragged her into the Bolger's study.
Merry's glance darted at Pippin, who had nervously shifted in his
seat.
"What was that all about?" He asked.
"I have no idea . . ." Pippin responded weakly.
"You are a terrible liar, Pip."
"I know."
Merry gave him a hard look. "You want to tell me about it?"
Pippin sighed. "All right," agreed. "It started out like this . . ."
*~*~*~*~*
"You did what? . . . Are you being serious with me, Diamond?"
Diamond lowered her head in a nod. Her face was becoming a bright red.
"At first, I wasn't sure why I did it. I thought, perhaps I . . . I don't know . . . all I do know is that I cannot forget it."
*~*~*~*~*
"She did?" Merry's voice rose in surprise as an incredulous expression spread across his face.
"Yes," answered, concentrating with great intensity on a loose thread hanging from his coat cuff.
"Well . . ." Merry grasped at things to say to get more information out of his cousin. "Was it a revolting experience?"
Pippin's head shot up.
"No!" he cried and with such ardor that Merry was almost startled. Pippin then relaxed again and his voice became soft. "It was, in fact, quite the opposite."
*~*~*~*~*
" . . . When I thought he was dead, Estella, I can't begin to describe what I felt. I suddenly realized that, except for when he was pulling pranks on me, that I enjoyed being around him, though I would've been the last to admit it at the time. Oh, Estella! I can't dispel the feeling of his lips on mine, and what's worse is that I'm longing for their return. I can't believe I never realized how beautiful his eyes were and his voice . . . when he was comforting me . . . how warm it was . . ."
"Do you want to know what I think?" Estella had been silently listening to this catharsis and knew she had to give her opinion in the matter, one way or another.
"What do you think?"
"I think that you are falling in love with Pippin."
*~*~*~*~*
"No matter how much I try to stop, Merry, I keep feeling this longing for her to kiss me again. To see those green eyes look up at me with such warmth."
"Pippin," Merry said with a sigh, "what does your heart tell you?"
Pippin didn't answer but became pensive all of a sudden.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Dinner!" Mrs. Bolger called.
The hobbits gathered around the dining table as Mrs. Bolger set out the food. Ham with gravy, sweet corn pudding, string beans, and fried potatoes.
Merry's mouth watered, Pippin's would have, too if his mind wasn't so distracted. His cousin glanced over at him as they ate. "It must be really serious," he thought, "Pippin is hardly touchin' his food!"
Estella and Merry both noticed the lack of appetite in their friends that evening. They exchanged glances and then both smiled mischievously. The two knew without thinking what was going through the other's mind.
Estella subtly tilted her head towards Pippin and raised a questioning brow.
Merry slowly inclined his head. Then, he too tilted his head. But, it was of course toward Diamond.
It was Estella's turn to nod. The two gave each other a brief smile, then went back to eating. They had some planning and plotting to do.
*~*~*~*~*
After dinner Pippin and Mr. Bolger sat talking about the restoration projects in the Shire while Diamond volunteered to help Estella and Mrs. Bolger clean up.
"Mama," Estella said as she handed Diamond a dish towel, I need to speak with Merry for a moment, I'll be right back."
"Go ahead, dear."
Merry was about to sit down in the chair beside Mr. Bolger when Estella suddenly grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out the door. Merry ignored the thrill that went up his spine at her touch and asked, "Where, pray tell, are we going?"
"I need to talk with you."
"About Pippin and Diamond, correct?"
Estella let go of his hand. Merry felt the instant loss, but was comforted by the bright smile that she then bestowed on him.
"Correct!" She replied. Estella then beckoned him with a tilt of her curly auburn head. "Come, walk with me in the garden."
*~*~*~*~*
"So, you think the best way to make a match of them would be to abandon them in a field?"
"No!" Estella exclaimed in an exasperated tone, "we wouldn't be abandoning them! . . . We would come back later. I'll just say I forgot a vital something or other . . . a rhubarb pie, perhaps. I'll emphasize that I spent hours and hours on it."
"I'm sure we could have a picnic without a pie, as horrible as that sounds."
"But, WE won't be having the picnic, my dear Meriadoc, THEY will."
"What do you mean?"
Estella rolled her eyes. "I mean, you will volunteer to come back with me, saying . . . I don't know . . . you don't want me driving back to Stock by myself, or something else just as silly."
"But, I wouldn't want you to."
"Well, that's perfect, then," Estella said shortly, a little irritated at Merry's constant protective manner, though she had to admit it made her feel . . . well . . . special.
Silence then reigned supreme.
Estella looked up at Merry and again marveled at how tall he had become.
Merry glanced at Estella and caught her gaze.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing I . . ." Suddenly, she noticed a pink line above his right eyebrow. Estella reached up and brushed his hair away from it. "Where did you get this scar, Merry?" Her brows knit with concern.
"Orcs," was his brief answer.
"Orcs?"
"Also known as Goblins, sometimes."
"Oh, I remember . . . Mr. Baggins, that is Bilbo Baggins, mentioned them in his stories."
"Pippin and I were in captivity under them for a time."
The Moon gleamed in the green pools that were Estella's eyes, as looked at him. She said nothing, but her face spoke of her understanding of their journey and also shone with a new respect for him.
"So, you missed me, eh?" Merry suddenly said, with a small rakish grin.
Even in the dim twilight, Merry could see Estella's cheeks becoming scarlet.
"Did I really say that?" she asked quietly, though she knew the answer.
"Yes, you really did," Merry replied and he stepped closer to her.
Estella looked away and fixed her gaze on the roses blooming and growing up the trellis. She heard Merry's soft footfalls stop right behind her. Then, he moved and walked around so she was facing him once again.
Estella's head was bowed. She dared not look up into the gray eyes that she could feel boring straight into her heart.
Suddenly, she felt his thumb and bent pointer finger slip under her chin. Then her face was gently forced up. Waves of affection swept over Estella as she looked upon Merry. Warm and intense was his expression.
"Kiss me, Estella," whispered Merry.
Regaining some of her wit, Estella managed to reply with, "why don't you kiss me first?"
Merry's lips curled in an affectionate smile and he cupped her face in his hands. Then, he leaned down and kissed her. His lips were warm and inviting and he constantly opened them to change their position on Estella's mouth, as if trying to memorize every inch of her lips with his.
One of Merry's hands then slid down to Estella's back and pulled closer against him. Estella wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and stood on the tips of her toes to deepen the kiss.
When the two parted they were gasping for breath.
Estella leaned against Merry as he continued to hold her in his arms under the watchful eye of the moon and the spy behind the lace curtains of the kitchen window.
"It's a match!" Mrs. Bolger cried, clapping her hands with glee as she backed away from the window. She then took her clueless husband by the hands and pulled him into a jig.
*~*~*~*~*
Ya like? I hope it's good, I was half asleep when I typed it out. I had written some of it down earlier, but only bits and pieces. Ciao!