Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Pimmy and the plot.

Dedication: This story is entirely dedicated to Rayne and her character, Alex in "Pippin's Relations".

A/N: Alrighty then. This is actually "My Big Brother, Pippin" re-titled. I'm reposting this story because I love it SO MUCH! I detailed the chapters a bit more, cleaned it up, perfected it (Bwhahahaha! And now it tis alive!). My "Of Magic Flyswatters & Over-sized Hats" was taken off of fanfiction.net for false reasons. I'm hoping they'll notice their mistake & let me post it again because my cousin's & my imagination worked hard on those things *grin*. Well here it is!

Shamrock-Green Eyes

By Lady Brandybuck of the Shire

Chapter 1

I was fightin' a big dragon. I mean bigger than . . . big. Fiercer than fierce. Redder than red!

I blocked another hot, fiery funnel of his breath with my mithril shield. He snarled bearing his big, blood-stained teeth. They smelt funny.

His eyes were full of pure insanity that came from hate and the fear that someone like me would steal his precious treasure. He reared up, spreading his magnificent crimson wings. His chest glimmered with gold. The monstrous beast was a legend all in Middle-earth have heard of in their childhood fantasies. His name was Smaug.

I bolted behind him. My sword sparkled with readiness and suddenly—

*THUD*

The dragon took his tail and flipped me over onto my back, making my head hurt. I rubbed it as the dragon started laughing . . . no, wait . . . that was Pippin's voice!

I snapped open my eyes and saw him. He had his arms hugging his middle, laughing and giggling like a lunatic. I was sure he was gonna hurt himself from laughin' so much! Above him, I could see my cousin, Merry. He was laughing too. What in all of Middle-earth was so funny?

I tried to sit up, but my head hurted so bad, I had to lay back down again. I glared at Pippin while holding my head, "Why are you two laughin'?" That just set 'em off again.

I looked around. Why was I on the floor? And why was my mattress leaning against the bed? Again, I tried to sit up. Fiddlesticks! I still had a gigantical headache!

"He flipped over you mattress, Rascal", Merry said, choking back another laugh.

Flipped over my mattress? Pippin must be the strongest person ever! And I was gonna kill him. I grabbed his hair and yanked down hard.

"Ow, ow!" Pippin yelped. Big baby. I was determined not to let go, but then he squeezed my wrist. My fingers automatically opened and he backed away.

"Not fair!" I giggled and lunged at his waist, knocking him backwards.

"You've got her feathers ruffled this time, Pip," Merry said with a cheerful grin.

I punched at his shoulder and kept graspin' his hair. He had no chance. Pippin wailed playfully and fought to keep me at bay. I knew I had him now! Then, Pippin grabbed me by the waist and stood up to his full height effortlessly. I squirmed and kicked as hard as I could in mid-air. Merry wheezed a few soft giggles. Pippin set me down and patted me on the head like those old Hobbits we meet at big fancy outings. I hated it and he knew that, so that's why he did it. I frowned and tapped my foot. Pippin just smiled and bent to his knees to look me in the eye.

"Hey, Pimmy-girl", he said, trying to calm me. "Remember that you, me, and Merry are gonna to steal from Farmer Maggot's today?"

I smiled as big as I could stretch my mouth. Oh, boy! I loved stealing from ol' Farmer Maggot's! Except when we were chased by the doggies—I hate the doggies. I nodded my head hard, but then I remembered I had a headache. Fiddlesticks! Pippin smiled and motioned for me to follow him out of the room. I started to follow, but Merry tapped me on the nose.

"Hey", he smiled. "I didn't get a 'hullo' from my favorite cousin."

"Hullo!" I smiled and gave him a big hug. My arms only reach half way around his waist, but he knew it was the biggest hug I could manage. Merry is really nice and silly; I was glad he was going with us. He and cousin Frodo are my favoritest cousins ever. But Pippin is my favoritest brother! I love my sisters too, but they're not as fun as Pippin.

We snuck real quietly like Pippin an' I practiced before down the hall and past the kitchen. Out the door and down the road we went. We looked back at the house. Phew! No one had seen us sneak out. I followed Merry and Pippin, skipping as I went along.

We walked for a very long time. I began to count the stumps I saw. There weren't many since hobbits don't like to cut down their trees. My favouritest tree in the whole Shire was the Party Tree at Bag End. Uncle Bilbo used to live there, but he left after his eleventy-first birthday and now only Frodo lives there. I wondered if Frodo still climbed that tree. It was great for climbin'!

I was beginning to get impatient. I liked stealin' from Farmer Maggot's, but it always took so long to get there. I kicked a few stones at Pippin's feet.

"Ack! Hey!" He whirled around and gave me a noogie. Ow! I hate those. And we continued trudging along the path.

Finally, after what seemed like hours and hours, I spotted the tall cornstalks of Farmer Maggot's field. Yes! We were here! I squealed and started to jump up an' down, but Merry tapped me on the nose again.

"Shh! Quiet down Rascal", he smiled and turned to Pippin. It looked like they were tryin' to work out a plan. I frowned; it usually wasn't a good thing when they were planin' somethin'.

I stood there for a few minutes. I tapped my foot and sighed loud enough so they could hear me.

They did.

Pippin turned to me and said, "Just be patient, Chipmunk." He smiled and bent down to my height. He motioned for Merry to come over. Oh boy! I got to be part of the plan too!

"Okay, here's what we're planning to do, Chipmunk", Pippin looked me in the eye. "It's real simple. Merry is going to distract the dogs on the other side of the fence."

Uh, oh! Poor Merry.

"Then", Pippin continued. "You and I are gonna grab as many veggies as we can. We're gonna have to carry a little extra, 'cause Merry won't be here. Alright, Chipmunk?"

I saluted and nodded excitedly. Oh, boy. This was gonna be tough. Carryin' extra would be hard. I usually had enough trouble carryin' the regular amount because my arms aren't as big as Merry or Pippin's. But Pippin was strong; he could do it! I was determined, and I marched off with Pippin as Merry snuck around the fence.

Pippin and I came to a little hill. We had to keep a sharp eye out just in case Maggot was lurking around his cornstalks. Suddenly we heard a lot of barking. I choked back a small squeal. I hate those doggies. They're so mean. Pippin grabbed my hand and pulled me down.

"Ow!" I said.

"Sh! Sh! Sorry", Pippin put a finger on my lips. "Are you ready?"

I saluted. Pippin smiled and ruffled my coppery curls. I pushed his hand away. He knows I don't like people touching my hair. It annoys me. But he does it anyway.

He peeked over the hill trying to spot Merry. Then he waved his big hand and tapped me on the shoulder, holding up a finger. He counted to three and then, with a quick wave of his arm, motioned for me to follow quickly.

We stayed low to the ground and went as fast as we could into the cornfield. The corn was itchy and scratched my arms as I followed Pippin to the other end where the vegetable garden was. Finally, we reached the little clearing where all the veggies grew. I tugged at Pippin's blue-green coat excitedly. All the veggies were ripe and fresh. The tomatoes were huge!

We tip-toed our way into the garden, always looking around just in case. I smiled at the ripe, red tomatoes bursting with flavour. What a lively stew that would make! Yummy! We started picking as many of the veggie delights as we possibly could. Soon, my apron pocket was full of tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, and thick, yummy mushrooms. Mushrooms were my favorite. I hate celery. I never pick it whenever we come here. Pippin had a big smile on his face as he filled his pockets to the brim. Then we began storing them in our arms. My arms were completely full in no time. One more and I would fall over! Then Pippin tried to put one more tomato in my arm. I shook my head no. He just laughed and jammed it into my mouth. Ugh! I couldn't get it out! It was stuck in my teeth.

Pippin nodded his head toward the road. It was time to go. Yay! We didn't get caught!

But I spoke too soon. Suddenly, the faint sound of barking was heard from far off toward the direction of the fence. The pounding of more than six sets of hardy paws set with razour-sharp claws were growing nearer every second. I looked at Pippin, surprised and scared. What were gonna do?! He was stiff and looking towards the dogs. I could tell he was frightened out of his skin 'cause he kept saying "Oh, no, oh no, oh no" over and over again.

He whipped his head around to face me and shouted, "RUN!!"

Without question, I ran. I moved my furry feet as fast as they could go. We scrambled into the cornfield, the itchy leaves scratching at my arms and legs. I was sure I was gonna have blisters—big nasty yellow ones. I could hear the barking grow louder. A few tomatoes dropped from my arms. Oh well. No time to pick those up!

Then we flew up the dirt path and Pippin careened into Merry, who was red with exhaustion.

"What happened?" Pippin's voice had an edge of annoyance.

"I kept them as long as I could. I swear! But one of them notice you two and that sent the whole group after you."

Pippin opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was stopped by the sound of that ever-pursuing barking and howling down the road. Oh boy. They were still after us!

"Run!" Merry and Pippin shouted together, but I didn't need their warning to prompt me to beat it! I dropped the tomatoes, not caring anymore; I still had plenty left in my pockets. We sped down the road. Pretty soon, I could feel my heart on fire, it's rate doubled by fear and running so fast to keep up with Merry and Pip. I hate that feeling. I was desperate for rest. I started to lag behind, but Pippin grabbed my hand and practically dragged me all the way to the market area in Tookland.

As we closed in on the market place, we stopped to listen again. Fiddlesticks! There was still barking! We rolled our eyes and ran down the main street. We had to jump, squeeze through, and dodge all sorts of carts and buggies. We accidentally startled a few ponies and spilled baskets of freshly harvested crops. Hobbits were screaming behind us as the dogs came bounding through the crowd.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Merry kept screaming. We pushed and pulled through the crowds of Hobbits and animals. The dogs were so close! We had to get through!

When I was sure I could go no longer, large arms swooped me up from the ground an' carried me to safety with ease. It was my father!

"Paddy!" I squealed and hugged his neck. He set me down and looked into my wide green eyes sternly. Uh, oh. I was gonna get it now. Pippin and Merry came panting up to us a few seconds later. Pippin immediately noticed Paddy's disappointed look and his satisfied grin vanished.

Paddy sighed heavily and motioned for us to follow him. We staggered behind a little, exhausted out of our minds. What was mum gonna do when she found out?

A/N: Yay! It's posted again! It's a bit different from the original, but the plot hasn't changed. I feel more proud of it now. Please review! Thank you!