Author's note: Well here's chapter two! Hope you enjoy it!
I do not Tolkien or any of his characters. Only Cisternia's is my own creation, although I did take her last name from the books.
Chapter 2
Finally they had reached Pippin's house. Merry puffed as he walked up the path to his Aunt's house. Already the sun was well behind the hills. If he hurried, maybe he could still go fishing. Merry ran the last few metres and desperately started pounding on the door. No one answered. Merry sighed dramatically.
"Where is she? She can't be that sick!"
"She just has to get out of bed." Pippin had caught up with Merry.
"Whatever," muttered Merry.
Finally the door creaked open. In the doorway was pale hobbit woman. Her gaunt face wrinkled into a smile.
"Thank you dear Merry,"
Merry was desperate to go. He looked up at the sky. It was almost dark! This was no time to talk; he was in a hurry!
"Your welcome. Oh Mama wants me home right now to help with dinner so I'll be going now. Bye" said Merry quickly as he ran back down the path.
"Pippin's lucky to have a cousin like you"
This comment made Merry feel a little guilty. He had been horrible to Pippin. On the other hand Pippin had cost him his reputation! But maybe he had been a little too hard on him.
All this pondering made Merry forget about the road ahead and prevented him from seeing the large rock in his path. Pain shot up his leg as his foot made contact with the rock, sending him hurtling forward. He landed with a huge thud on the grass next to the path.
He had landed in a flower patch. The smell of the flowers wafted up his nose. It was a beautiful smell, a smell he had smelt before. Oh no! These weren't any ordinary flowers, these were Cisternia Bracegirdle's famous rose tulips! They were renowned throughout the Shire for their unique smell. Only Cisternia knew how to grow them and now he had squashed them.
"Oi! You!" yelled a raspy voice.
"What are you doing in my flowers you little hooligan!"
Merry knew that harsh tone. It was Cisternia! He was in trouble in now. Quickly he sprang to his feet. He had forgotten that he stubbed his foot on the rock. A dull pain flooded through his whole foot. He let out a small wail of pain as he collapsed back onto the bed of flowers, squashing them even more.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're done it now!" The old lady was coming closer and closer, cane in hand.
"Please don't hurt me. I accidentally fell in your flowerbed. I didn't mean to! Honest!" whimpered Merry. She was now standing right in front of him with the cane raised above her head.
"Please don't hurt me." repeated Merry.
Suddenly there was a glint of compassion in her eyes.
"Hurry up boy!" shrieked Cisternia. She had Merry by the ear and was pulling him along the path.
"Ow! Ow!" wailed Merry. It was hard enough to walk with a jarred toe without having an old bag dragging you by the ear!
"Quit complaining! Because of you my prized flowers are ruined!" screamed Cisternia. She tugged on Merry's ear, making him squeal with pain. Why did this trip back home take so long!
Cisternia hammered her bony hands on the door. Almost immediately a plump hobbit woman appeared at the door. She had a cooking pot in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other.
"Can I help you?" she said happily. Merry turned away.
"Your boy flattened my prized rose tulips!" Cisternia was now pushing Merry in front of the woman. The woman's happy expression immediately changed to a look of disappointment.
"I'm terribly sorry. I'm sure he didn't meant to. It won't happen again. Come inside Merry" The woman nudged Merry inside.
"It better not..." muttered Cisternia as she left.
The woman closed the door.
"What did think you were doing?" snapped the woman.
"I'm sorry Mama, I didn't mean to. I tripped and fell." Merry raised his foot, showing her the large bruise that had formed on his injured toe. She immediately dropped her pot and spoon.
"Oh you poor thing!" Mama rushed into the kitchen and started opening and rummaging through the cupboards.
"Quickly go to your room. I'll be up there with some ice and bandages in a second." Merry just looked at her, shocked that he hadn't been punished for squashing the flowers yet. Aware he was still there, she turned around.
"Go on!" yelled Mama. Merry immediately snapped out of it and limped down the hallway into his room.
His room was quite large by hobbit standards. There were shelves of toys and books lining the wall. In the centre was a beautiful large wooden bed. Merry was a spoilt child. He walked in and collapsed on his bed.
"No fishing today." he thought to himself. He began to close his eyes when his mother burst through the door. Immediately Merry sat up, startled by the sudden outburst.
"Quick, we have to wrap the injury. Hurry, we have to put ice on it to stop the swelling!" Hastily she started wrapping the toe. Then she handed Merry a piece of ice wrapped in a cloth.
"You have to hold this on for at least half an hour until the swelling goes down" She started to walk out the door. She stopped halfway out the door and turned around.
"Oh by the way, for squashing Mrs. Bracegirdle's flowers, you are to go to bed with no supper and you are not to go fishing for a week." Turning back around she left the room.
Merry dropped the ice and tossed his head back into the bed. No fishing for a week! How could this happen?
"No, no I know exactly how this happened," thought Merry.
"PIPPIN!" said Merry aloud.
"If I hadn't taken Pippin out none of this would have happen! IT'S ALL HIS FAULT!" screamed Merry. Suddenly there was loud banging on the wall.
"Be quiet! It's late!" His mother's voice was loud enough to be heard through the wall.
Merry rolled his eyes and threw a pillow over his head.
"I wish he would just disappear..." These thoughts slowly drifted out of his head as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Well what did you guys think? Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! It's been great to see what everyone thinks of my story. I'll try and update soon. Thanks again.
Xo0Phoenix0oX
I do not Tolkien or any of his characters. Only Cisternia's is my own creation, although I did take her last name from the books.
Chapter 2
Finally they had reached Pippin's house. Merry puffed as he walked up the path to his Aunt's house. Already the sun was well behind the hills. If he hurried, maybe he could still go fishing. Merry ran the last few metres and desperately started pounding on the door. No one answered. Merry sighed dramatically.
"Where is she? She can't be that sick!"
"She just has to get out of bed." Pippin had caught up with Merry.
"Whatever," muttered Merry.
Finally the door creaked open. In the doorway was pale hobbit woman. Her gaunt face wrinkled into a smile.
"Thank you dear Merry,"
Merry was desperate to go. He looked up at the sky. It was almost dark! This was no time to talk; he was in a hurry!
"Your welcome. Oh Mama wants me home right now to help with dinner so I'll be going now. Bye" said Merry quickly as he ran back down the path.
"Pippin's lucky to have a cousin like you"
This comment made Merry feel a little guilty. He had been horrible to Pippin. On the other hand Pippin had cost him his reputation! But maybe he had been a little too hard on him.
All this pondering made Merry forget about the road ahead and prevented him from seeing the large rock in his path. Pain shot up his leg as his foot made contact with the rock, sending him hurtling forward. He landed with a huge thud on the grass next to the path.
He had landed in a flower patch. The smell of the flowers wafted up his nose. It was a beautiful smell, a smell he had smelt before. Oh no! These weren't any ordinary flowers, these were Cisternia Bracegirdle's famous rose tulips! They were renowned throughout the Shire for their unique smell. Only Cisternia knew how to grow them and now he had squashed them.
"Oi! You!" yelled a raspy voice.
"What are you doing in my flowers you little hooligan!"
Merry knew that harsh tone. It was Cisternia! He was in trouble in now. Quickly he sprang to his feet. He had forgotten that he stubbed his foot on the rock. A dull pain flooded through his whole foot. He let out a small wail of pain as he collapsed back onto the bed of flowers, squashing them even more.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're done it now!" The old lady was coming closer and closer, cane in hand.
"Please don't hurt me. I accidentally fell in your flowerbed. I didn't mean to! Honest!" whimpered Merry. She was now standing right in front of him with the cane raised above her head.
"Please don't hurt me." repeated Merry.
Suddenly there was a glint of compassion in her eyes.
"Hurry up boy!" shrieked Cisternia. She had Merry by the ear and was pulling him along the path.
"Ow! Ow!" wailed Merry. It was hard enough to walk with a jarred toe without having an old bag dragging you by the ear!
"Quit complaining! Because of you my prized flowers are ruined!" screamed Cisternia. She tugged on Merry's ear, making him squeal with pain. Why did this trip back home take so long!
Cisternia hammered her bony hands on the door. Almost immediately a plump hobbit woman appeared at the door. She had a cooking pot in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other.
"Can I help you?" she said happily. Merry turned away.
"Your boy flattened my prized rose tulips!" Cisternia was now pushing Merry in front of the woman. The woman's happy expression immediately changed to a look of disappointment.
"I'm terribly sorry. I'm sure he didn't meant to. It won't happen again. Come inside Merry" The woman nudged Merry inside.
"It better not..." muttered Cisternia as she left.
The woman closed the door.
"What did think you were doing?" snapped the woman.
"I'm sorry Mama, I didn't mean to. I tripped and fell." Merry raised his foot, showing her the large bruise that had formed on his injured toe. She immediately dropped her pot and spoon.
"Oh you poor thing!" Mama rushed into the kitchen and started opening and rummaging through the cupboards.
"Quickly go to your room. I'll be up there with some ice and bandages in a second." Merry just looked at her, shocked that he hadn't been punished for squashing the flowers yet. Aware he was still there, she turned around.
"Go on!" yelled Mama. Merry immediately snapped out of it and limped down the hallway into his room.
His room was quite large by hobbit standards. There were shelves of toys and books lining the wall. In the centre was a beautiful large wooden bed. Merry was a spoilt child. He walked in and collapsed on his bed.
"No fishing today." he thought to himself. He began to close his eyes when his mother burst through the door. Immediately Merry sat up, startled by the sudden outburst.
"Quick, we have to wrap the injury. Hurry, we have to put ice on it to stop the swelling!" Hastily she started wrapping the toe. Then she handed Merry a piece of ice wrapped in a cloth.
"You have to hold this on for at least half an hour until the swelling goes down" She started to walk out the door. She stopped halfway out the door and turned around.
"Oh by the way, for squashing Mrs. Bracegirdle's flowers, you are to go to bed with no supper and you are not to go fishing for a week." Turning back around she left the room.
Merry dropped the ice and tossed his head back into the bed. No fishing for a week! How could this happen?
"No, no I know exactly how this happened," thought Merry.
"PIPPIN!" said Merry aloud.
"If I hadn't taken Pippin out none of this would have happen! IT'S ALL HIS FAULT!" screamed Merry. Suddenly there was loud banging on the wall.
"Be quiet! It's late!" His mother's voice was loud enough to be heard through the wall.
Merry rolled his eyes and threw a pillow over his head.
"I wish he would just disappear..." These thoughts slowly drifted out of his head as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Well what did you guys think? Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! It's been great to see what everyone thinks of my story. I'll try and update soon. Thanks again.
Xo0Phoenix0oX