Average
Genre: General
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: emo tear not mine....none of it.
Author's Note: It's exactly 100 words! I checked! A bit harder to write, too, than one might assume. But, enjoy it's simplicity. I heart Merry!
"You're no good at this game!" Teased Berilac. Merry felt his cheeks blush red as Berilac threw him the ball, and Merry missed. Berilac laughed. "You'll always just be average."
Theoden saddled up onto the horse. "I'm sorry, Master Brandybuck, but I cannot allow you to come." Merry bowed his head in shame. He wanted to fight, wanted to be exeptional...but instead he was just average.
He shut the door with a sigh, Pippin following suit. They had seen much and done much. And now, after all was through, all Merry wanted to do was settle down and be average.
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