I woke with a raindrop falling on my head. I did not open my eyes yet and
wondered groggily to myself why my body ached, I was cold, and I was wet.
As I lay there, I took in the sounds to try to figure out where I was. In
the distance, I heard the soft gurgle of a stream whispering soft words
into the light breeze that carried it to a far off land.
As I lay there, I tried to recall why I was not in my feather bed at home
and then it dawned that Pippin and I, as we always did in the summer, were
camping out. We have not done that in years. Why did we start up again, I
thought as I slowly remember what had happened.
I bolted upright as the recollections of yesterday came flooding through my
mind. I remembered the storm and Pippin and I fleeing
"Pippin!" I called in a dry voice however he did not answer "Pippin! Where
are you?"
Worry surged through my body as I started to run blindly around. I stop after ten minutes of blindly seeking him out. Now I must be calm and think logically about this, I tell myself running a shaky hand through my muddy, wet curls, Now, where would he go if we were caught in a storm? I stood there tapping my hairy foot in the mud and my hand on my chin. Frodo's of course I thought excitedly. It had been years since Frodo had lived there, but I still called it Frodos' home. He must be there. That is always where we go when it storms
Quickly I rush to Bagend and hammered on the door. "Come on, come on." I say in a hushed voice "I am coming!" I hear Sam call groggily. A moment later Sam wearily opened the door. He rubbed the sleep out of his deep blue eyes and blinked a few times at the brightness of the morning sun. "What is it Merry?" he asked me "Is Pippin here?" I asked quickly, "We got stuck in the storm last night and were separated." The sleep that was in his eyes quickly vanished and it was replaced with wide-eyed worry. "No, he is not here." He tells me, "Come in Merry, please, and change out of your wet clothes. You'll catch a chill if you don't." "We must go look for him!" I protest stubbornly, crossing my arms. "I know, Merry. However, I think Pippin would wish you to be in dry clothes whilst we look for him." He said. By the time, he had finished the last word he had somehow steered me into the house and into his bedroom. "How did ye get caught in the storm?" he asked me as I unbuttoned by shirt and peeled it off. "Well, Pip and I were out, laying about and watching the clouds," I began "Then they turned into storm clouds and it rained. We started out running together, but somehow we were separated. Oh Sam, what am I going to do? I have to find him." I asked him nervously "Mister Merry we will find 'im don' ye worry." Sam replied calmly as I finished changing my clothing I nod and quickly head to the door, and though I know I should not, I wonder if I will ever see my cousin again. To be continued....
Worry surged through my body as I started to run blindly around. I stop after ten minutes of blindly seeking him out. Now I must be calm and think logically about this, I tell myself running a shaky hand through my muddy, wet curls, Now, where would he go if we were caught in a storm? I stood there tapping my hairy foot in the mud and my hand on my chin. Frodo's of course I thought excitedly. It had been years since Frodo had lived there, but I still called it Frodos' home. He must be there. That is always where we go when it storms
Quickly I rush to Bagend and hammered on the door. "Come on, come on." I say in a hushed voice "I am coming!" I hear Sam call groggily. A moment later Sam wearily opened the door. He rubbed the sleep out of his deep blue eyes and blinked a few times at the brightness of the morning sun. "What is it Merry?" he asked me "Is Pippin here?" I asked quickly, "We got stuck in the storm last night and were separated." The sleep that was in his eyes quickly vanished and it was replaced with wide-eyed worry. "No, he is not here." He tells me, "Come in Merry, please, and change out of your wet clothes. You'll catch a chill if you don't." "We must go look for him!" I protest stubbornly, crossing my arms. "I know, Merry. However, I think Pippin would wish you to be in dry clothes whilst we look for him." He said. By the time, he had finished the last word he had somehow steered me into the house and into his bedroom. "How did ye get caught in the storm?" he asked me as I unbuttoned by shirt and peeled it off. "Well, Pip and I were out, laying about and watching the clouds," I began "Then they turned into storm clouds and it rained. We started out running together, but somehow we were separated. Oh Sam, what am I going to do? I have to find him." I asked him nervously "Mister Merry we will find 'im don' ye worry." Sam replied calmly as I finished changing my clothing I nod and quickly head to the door, and though I know I should not, I wonder if I will ever see my cousin again. To be continued....