(ONE SHOT) This fic came over me the night before Winter Break ended. That's right, Sunday, the second of January. How? All day I was delusional and sleepy. Slightly demented? Yes. Do I care? No... well maybe, but not right now, MY WINTER BREAK IS GONE runs away crying
Disclaimer: Like Tolkien or anyone who ever owned a single part of the Tolkien estate would write such a thing.
One late evening in the middle of a resting period for the Fellowship, Pippin laid awake, looking at the sky through the trees. He knew why he couldn't get to sleep. He took a few moments to get his eyes all the way open before he answered nature's call. He tip-toed between the sleeping bodies until he reached the edge of their small camp.
He looked around to find a good place to let it out when he spotted a sparkling reflection of the moon. A small pond. There was never a better place to take a whiz than a pond. He scrambled through the trees to the pond he'd seen. Before really using it as a toilet, he dipped his hand in the water. It was a bit warm. He'd never drink it, so he supposed it'd be okay. So he did his business, zipped-up, so to speak, and quietly padded back to his sleeping spot.
Pippin had only been to sleep for a few minutes before dawn came. Boromir was the first to wake up and proceeded to wake the others.
When finished, he picked up his water skin and wandered off for a short time.
When he returned, he was grinning. "We're in luck! There's a small spring not too far off from here!" he declared, taking a sip from his water skin.
Pippin looked up suddenly. "The one over there?" he questioned meekly, pointing in the direction of the pond he saw when doing his business.
"Yes, why?" Boromir questioned, still smiling.
What a dumb idea... oh well . Review if you want, flames don't bother me.