A/N: I write this chapter because of the one review I got. Usually when I write random stories like this on an impulse, I never get reviews, so I'm extremely surprised and happy!
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine. But I did create Ivy Bolger...So I own the name of a Hobbit...except, the name Bolger wasn't made by me and I didn't create the Hobbits. Umm...I'm just gonna shut up and get on with the story.
That night Ivy was back at the pub, chattering with several of her friends. Sam was-once again- admiring Rosie Cotton from afar and gulping at an ale.
The doors opened with a crash and Ivy turned as her friends pointed. Pippin was there, looking rather regal with the most ridiculous expression on his face. "I say we have a party!" He shouted. The whole pub was set in uproar, as a party(Which Pippin had been planning and preparing ever since giving Ivy the flowers that morning) was always welcome. Especially a party for no reason!
Ivy shrugged at her friends and rose, walking outside with her little group. As the crowd piled out of the pub and out to where the tents were(and an enormous amount of food, where Pippin found it I cannot say). She stepped off to the side of the path to walk there and avoid the crowds, and found a displeasing ditch full of mud.
Worse, she had just stepped in this displeasing ditch full of mud. Her face crinkled, though she didn't care much, though the cool mud did not feel nice.
She was just about to step out when Merry popped out in front of her. "Wash your feet, m'lady?" The idea immediately popped into her head that Merry had filled the ditch with mud on purpose, as there had not been that much rain lately.
Not wanting to appear rude or snobbish, she accepted. Of course,Merry burned her feet(though they were Hobbit feet, and therefore protected themselves somewhat) by placing them in a tub(placed there at just the right time) of scalding hot water. She winced but said nothing.
Once her feet were mud-free and dry, she ran down to the festivities alone, wishing to get away from everybody, hoping that nothing else would happen. She had no idea as to what was going on with Merry and Pippin and found the whole premise a boyish war.
It grew worse as Pippin stood up on a barrel, so as to stand above everybody else. "This party, which forthwith has had no reason, is being given in honor of our own Ivy Bolger, may she live a long life!" This statement sounded nothing like Pippin and Ivy guessed he was trying very hard to do...something.
She rolled her eyes as people clapped, and several distant relations came up and said, "No idea it was your birthday, Ivy!" This annoyed her so much that she finally detatched herself from the crowd and took a seat on the ground by a tree.
Merry found her, much to her displeasure, as she had no want to be around anybody. She had had quite enough of this whole deal of impressing her. Ivy declined the plate of food offered to her and glared at him icily until he went away.
The party went on for hours and hours. The sound of laughter, singing, and the sight of folks dancing nearly made Ivy sick. She had no idea why, but probably because this whole party was supposedly being given in her honor.
She had a great desire to find Pippin and beat the tar out of him, which was not unusual for Ivy. She had always 'played with the young lads' as her mother put it, detested cooking and housework, and loved being out of doors, which was quite normal for any Hobbit.
She did see Pippin off to the side a while later, and went up to him. "Why?" She asked with a glare. Pippin, being quite drunk at this state, admitted the entire 'war' and had no knowledge of it. Drunk people rarely know what they are saying or who they are talking to. Its extremely sad.
Ivy soon began laughing at the spectacle of the two fighting over her. Her merry giggle could be heard once she began walking home, a merry noise in the quiet of night.
A/N: Not so good as the first one, that I know, but perhaps I shall write more. If I do, the next chapter will be better.