Thanks to all the lovely reviewers!
Eldawen- I wuv it too! And here is your present... an empty shampoo bottle! Enjoy!
Alice- Thank-you! It was happy. And your present... a lovely pair of gray socks! (I think they were white when I got them...)
KAJ- Yay! I have made a not so big fan happy! I feel sorry for Pip too but sometimes you have to be brutal to write a heartwarming tale. Your present... a second hand copy of Nancy Drew # 2, its missing chapter 9 though... have fun!
Deagol Smeagol- But satisfaction brought him back! Thank-you and your present is... a ring! Not THE ring but its gold spray paint at least...
Heather- Two not so big fans? faints from joy Oh, good! Glad you like it! Here's a present for you... an empty AAA battery! Good for... umm, dollhouse doorstops?
This Is A Conspiracy- Thank-you! And you're welcome! (I'm tasteful! And well-written! Huzzah!) Gift for you... a chipped soup bowl.
theifofblueness- Thank-you! Here's an update and a gift... a shoe box filled with band-aids! (un-used of course)
Well, I hope everyone enjoys their presents! In the honor of hobbit tradition they aren't NICE presents per say... I was literally smiling for hours after receiving so many nice reviews! Please, let the reviews keep flowing!
This chapter is kinda short, but I promise longer soon! Maybe I'll update before Monday next week...
Disclaimer- Not mine, I made no money... sadly.
Chapter Two-- Confessions
When Merry woke the next morning, he found it to be almost time for second breakfast, and the house bustling with activity. After changing the clothes he had worn yesterday, for he had fallen asleep in his clothes, Merry left his room and made his way down to the kitchen, where the servants were making all sorts of wonderful things to eat. Swiping a roll Merry allowed himself to be shooed out by an only slightly annoyed cook.
Munching on the roll, still warm from the oven, Merry thought about how great it was to have servants. After the quest, Cousin Frodo had seen to it that at least while the other Hobbits stuck around, his guests wouldn't have to do a thing.
Reaching Frodo's dining room he found the cheery atmosphere in the kitchen stopped at the door. Frodo and Sam were sitting next to each other at the head, and Pippin was alone on one side. Merry's smile vanished as he sat next to his cousin and instantly felt is unease, something he hadn't noticed until now, when he had been proverbially smacked around the head with it last night. "So... What's going on?" Merry said. No one spoke. "You could find more cheer in Isengard..." Merry chuckled nervously, realizing now was NOT the time.
"Please Merry, this is NOT the time. We've been waiting for you since before first breakfast. Be serious for once." Frodo said rather sharply. "Sorry..." Merry muttered. Frodo sighed. "Okay, listen. There is something we need to say." Frodo looked at Sam, who nodded and squeezed his hand. Merry deduced that 'we' meant Sam and Frodo. Frodo took a deep breath and continued. "We are tired of sneaking around behind your backs, and we apologize for that, but now we are going to tell you everything." Frodo paused. "Sam and I...we're, well, we're together."
There was a moment of silence while this sunk in. "You mean... Like you're... Together?" Merry said weakly. The rational part of Merry's brain was screaming at him. [NO! You fool! Show support! Support! Or else Pip will think you're against this kind of thing!!!] "I mean, that makes sense and, No! I mean.. erm.." Merry spluttered on, his brain was giving him no help at all. "That's great!" Pippin said brightly. Merry looked at Pippin, and saw something flare up there, what was it? Hope maybe?
"Yes! That's really, really great. You go well together. Honestly." Merry said, finally slowing down enough to form a sentence. Sam, who had been silent up till now said, "You really think that? You're not lying?" Merry took a second to think. He saw everyones worried looks, he thought of the love he could feel between the two older hobbits, and knew his answer."Yes. I really do."
Sam and Frodo smiled tremendously. They stood and hugged Merry and Pippin fiercely. "Oh good, good, good. I had hoped so." Frodo said quietly. Sam took Frodo's hand back. "We were up most of the night, trying to decide how to tell you, I'm glad this worked out." Sam said, looking genuinely happy. "So am I." Pippin said. "Although I knew already, because of last night... Oh, and I'm sorry for that by the way."
"Quite alright Pip." Sam, Frodo, and Merry said simultaneously.
Pippin turned to look at Merry. "What?" Pippin said, brows furrowed a look of pure confusion in his green eyes, brighter than all the grass and leaves in the Shire. Merry looked at Pippin and lost his previous train of thought, which had consisted of, [What the hell did you say that for?] Now he was lost. (What happened? Um, his eyes... uh...Oh, he is so perfect when he's confused.) Merry thought. [That's most of the time anyway.] (That was uncalled for.) [Deal with it.] (Either give me something worth saying or shut up.) [Alright. Go get your Pip then. Then take him to bed.] The rational mind sneered. This thought stirred images in Merry's mind. Dirty ones.
"Mer. What did you say?" Pippin woke Merry from his thoughts. "I, uh, said.. erm.. what was the question?" Merry stammered quickly, a blush rising in his face. He was trying to concentrate on what Pippin had said, but the imaginings were drowning out any other thoughts. Realization spread over Pippins face. "Oh God Merry. How could you?" Pippin whispered, tears forming in his eyes. Standing, Pippin slapped Merry as hard as was Hobbitly possible, and fled the room.
The three remaining hobbits stared after him, wide eyed. Merry was cradling his face in his hands. "Not quite sure I deserved that."
(A/N: Well, sorry that was so short, but rest assured, the others are longer.)
Review! And thou shalt receive a flyingtacklehuggle!
Eldawen- I wuv it too! And here is your present... an empty shampoo bottle! Enjoy!
Alice- Thank-you! It was happy. And your present... a lovely pair of gray socks! (I think they were white when I got them...)
KAJ- Yay! I have made a not so big fan happy! I feel sorry for Pip too but sometimes you have to be brutal to write a heartwarming tale. Your present... a second hand copy of Nancy Drew # 2, its missing chapter 9 though... have fun!
Deagol Smeagol- But satisfaction brought him back! Thank-you and your present is... a ring! Not THE ring but its gold spray paint at least...
Heather- Two not so big fans? faints from joy Oh, good! Glad you like it! Here's a present for you... an empty AAA battery! Good for... umm, dollhouse doorstops?
This Is A Conspiracy- Thank-you! And you're welcome! (I'm tasteful! And well-written! Huzzah!) Gift for you... a chipped soup bowl.
theifofblueness- Thank-you! Here's an update and a gift... a shoe box filled with band-aids! (un-used of course)
Well, I hope everyone enjoys their presents! In the honor of hobbit tradition they aren't NICE presents per say... I was literally smiling for hours after receiving so many nice reviews! Please, let the reviews keep flowing!
This chapter is kinda short, but I promise longer soon! Maybe I'll update before Monday next week...
Disclaimer- Not mine, I made no money... sadly.
Chapter Two-- Confessions
When Merry woke the next morning, he found it to be almost time for second breakfast, and the house bustling with activity. After changing the clothes he had worn yesterday, for he had fallen asleep in his clothes, Merry left his room and made his way down to the kitchen, where the servants were making all sorts of wonderful things to eat. Swiping a roll Merry allowed himself to be shooed out by an only slightly annoyed cook.
Munching on the roll, still warm from the oven, Merry thought about how great it was to have servants. After the quest, Cousin Frodo had seen to it that at least while the other Hobbits stuck around, his guests wouldn't have to do a thing.
Reaching Frodo's dining room he found the cheery atmosphere in the kitchen stopped at the door. Frodo and Sam were sitting next to each other at the head, and Pippin was alone on one side. Merry's smile vanished as he sat next to his cousin and instantly felt is unease, something he hadn't noticed until now, when he had been proverbially smacked around the head with it last night. "So... What's going on?" Merry said. No one spoke. "You could find more cheer in Isengard..." Merry chuckled nervously, realizing now was NOT the time.
"Please Merry, this is NOT the time. We've been waiting for you since before first breakfast. Be serious for once." Frodo said rather sharply. "Sorry..." Merry muttered. Frodo sighed. "Okay, listen. There is something we need to say." Frodo looked at Sam, who nodded and squeezed his hand. Merry deduced that 'we' meant Sam and Frodo. Frodo took a deep breath and continued. "We are tired of sneaking around behind your backs, and we apologize for that, but now we are going to tell you everything." Frodo paused. "Sam and I...we're, well, we're together."
There was a moment of silence while this sunk in. "You mean... Like you're... Together?" Merry said weakly. The rational part of Merry's brain was screaming at him. [NO! You fool! Show support! Support! Or else Pip will think you're against this kind of thing!!!] "I mean, that makes sense and, No! I mean.. erm.." Merry spluttered on, his brain was giving him no help at all. "That's great!" Pippin said brightly. Merry looked at Pippin, and saw something flare up there, what was it? Hope maybe?
"Yes! That's really, really great. You go well together. Honestly." Merry said, finally slowing down enough to form a sentence. Sam, who had been silent up till now said, "You really think that? You're not lying?" Merry took a second to think. He saw everyones worried looks, he thought of the love he could feel between the two older hobbits, and knew his answer."Yes. I really do."
Sam and Frodo smiled tremendously. They stood and hugged Merry and Pippin fiercely. "Oh good, good, good. I had hoped so." Frodo said quietly. Sam took Frodo's hand back. "We were up most of the night, trying to decide how to tell you, I'm glad this worked out." Sam said, looking genuinely happy. "So am I." Pippin said. "Although I knew already, because of last night... Oh, and I'm sorry for that by the way."
"Quite alright Pip." Sam, Frodo, and Merry said simultaneously.
Pippin turned to look at Merry. "What?" Pippin said, brows furrowed a look of pure confusion in his green eyes, brighter than all the grass and leaves in the Shire. Merry looked at Pippin and lost his previous train of thought, which had consisted of, [What the hell did you say that for?] Now he was lost. (What happened? Um, his eyes... uh...Oh, he is so perfect when he's confused.) Merry thought. [That's most of the time anyway.] (That was uncalled for.) [Deal with it.] (Either give me something worth saying or shut up.) [Alright. Go get your Pip then. Then take him to bed.] The rational mind sneered. This thought stirred images in Merry's mind. Dirty ones.
"Mer. What did you say?" Pippin woke Merry from his thoughts. "I, uh, said.. erm.. what was the question?" Merry stammered quickly, a blush rising in his face. He was trying to concentrate on what Pippin had said, but the imaginings were drowning out any other thoughts. Realization spread over Pippins face. "Oh God Merry. How could you?" Pippin whispered, tears forming in his eyes. Standing, Pippin slapped Merry as hard as was Hobbitly possible, and fled the room.
The three remaining hobbits stared after him, wide eyed. Merry was cradling his face in his hands. "Not quite sure I deserved that."
(A/N: Well, sorry that was so short, but rest assured, the others are longer.)
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