AN: No, I do not like *NSync..or Britney Spears...or any other pop singers that may be mentioned. I was just using their songs because they are sooo annoying, in my opinion. and I am so sorry about how long it took to post this chapter, but im trying to get the events accurate. BTW, at this point...if 4 sum reason any of yall have any ideas feel free to share them!
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TC and Pippin peered out from under Gandalf's cloak. TC was sandwiched in between Gandalf and Pippin. TC was only happy because this meant she could hold on to Pippin (even though she didn't need to. She could let go and easily stay on, but she didn't want to let go), but she wasn't thrilled about having to touch Gandalf. That feeling was mutual.
"It's really quiet!" She blurted, quite loudly.
"Yes, that generally happens at night." Gandalf said, somewhat annoyed.
"You hate the silence, don't you, TC?" Pippin asked.
"Yeah." TC replied. Silence followed, quickly inturrupeted by TC's...er, *attempt* to sing (very loudly). "I'M DOING THIS TONIGHT, YOU'RE PROBABLY GONNA START A FIGHT, I KNOW THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT...BYE BYE BYE! DON'T WANNA BE A FOOL FOR YOU! JUST ANOTHER PLAYER--" TC was silenced by Gandalf shoving his hand over her mouth, nearly smothering her.
"Honestly TC, I don't think that was--DON'T LICK ME!" Gandalf's hand was immediately removed from TC's face. Pippin laughed.
TC found a new, possibly more annoying, song to sing. "THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS! IT JUST GOES ON AND ON MY FRIEND! SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS AND THEY'LL CONTINUE SINGING IT FOREVER JUST BECAUSE THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS!..." After about five repitions of this, Pippin caught onto the words, and began singing, or shouting, with her. Their voices were not harmonic.
"Is this REALLY neccessary?" Gandalf asked, but did not recieve an answer, because the two hobbits could not, or would not, stop singing.
Eventually (as long as eventually gets) they fell asleep. TC fell asleep with her head on Pippin's shoulder. She woke up and discovered this, Pippin was still asleep. TC decided to play possum until he woke.
After several days they reached Minas Tirith. After they dismounted, in the city, TC immediately found the nearest mud puddle and jumped in it. It was rather large, and she managed to jump high, so naturally, everyone around her was covered in mud as well. The offended people looked angrily at Gandalf, who had a firm grip on Pippin (who wanted to join TC).
"Do you know her?" A particularly muddy person asked, assuming Gandalf did, considering he was with another halfling.
"No!" Gandalf quickly replied.
"Really? Because she seems to be a halfling, like the one you've got."
"Maybe she's a native."
"They don't inhabit these lands."
"Must be a coincidence."
"What are you talking about Gandalf?" Pippin asked. "That's TC! We rode with her from Isengard! She's been on this whole...trip!"
"Thanks a lot Pippin." Gandalf said sarcastically. He walked over to where TC was standing, seeming fascinated at how the mud dried on her feet, Pippin following. He grabbed TC by the back of her neck and began dragging her wherever he was going.
"Where are we going?" Pippin asked.
"We are going to meet Denethor, the Steward of Gondor. He was Boromir's father." Gandalf halted, and looked at TC thoughtfully for a moment. "I'm not sure which would be more dangerous," he finally said to her, "taking you to meet Denethor, or leaving you out here alone..."
"I can stay out here with her!" Pippin said eagerly.
"That might turn out worse...besides, I need at least one of you to tell Denethor of Boromir's death, I assume he'll want to know about it."
"I can help Pippin tell the story!"
Gandalf had an uncertain look on his face, but agreed. He only agreed because he had an odd fear that TC might set the houses on fire...or some other thing like that.
"...and Boromir swung his sword and decapitated THREE orcs at ONE TIME! And he drew his sword back and as he did he stabbed another orc right in the face! But then, they took his sword from him and threw it far far away so he started fist fighting them and was able to knock a bunch of them out! And he grabbed two of the unconsious orc's swords and began fighting with BOTH HANDS at once! He was so brave! Then the orcs shot him with an arrow and he kept on fighting and they shot him again, and again, and again! But he kept on fighting! Then they lit him on fire, and then cut his charred remains into little pieces and threw them into the river--"
"TC! THAT'S NOT HOW IT HAPPENED!" Pippin finally inturrupted TC's totally wrong narration of Boromir's death. They were in front of Denethor, who was looking at Gandalf with a disturbed look. Gandalf was looking mortified. "You weren't even there to see how it happened!"
TC looked down for a minute, as if thinking. "Oh yeah..."
Pippin sighed and rolled his eyes at the same time. "ANYWAYS, this is how it REALLY happened." Pippin went on to tell the REAL tale of Boromir's death. Denethor seemed to like Pippin's version a bit better.
"Thank you for telling me of Boromir's demise." Denethor said gratefully.
"If there is any way I may offer my sword to you, I will." Pippin told him.
"I would be grateful of your services." With that, Denethor swore Peregrin Took in to service for Minas Tirith.
"Okay..." Gandalf said. "Denethor and I have some private business to attend to, so you two, why don't you go check on Shadowfax for me, then explore the city?" At the two hobbits' unusually happy looks, Gandalf knew he'd regret that. It was too late for him to take back what he said, as they ran out the door before he got the chance.
"So, what did Gandalf say he wanted us to do?" TC asked, knowing what he had asked of them, but wanting to go straight to the exploring part. Pippin caught on to this.
"You know, I forgot...I guess we should just skip it and go exploring!"
"I guess you're right." The two hobbits began walking down the street, against the current of people already walking. TC "tripped" over her large feet, consequently, falling flat on her face. Pippin was going to help her, but someone tripped over TC, also falling on their face. Another person, staring up at the sky, also tripped over them. This happened several times until there was about six full sized humans on top of TC. Pippin jumped on top of the pile for good measure.
The people, however, weren't thrilled about this, and pushed Pippin off. The first one who'd fallen had a bloody nose. As the others went about their business,TC rolled over onto her back.
"That worked quite well, don't you think?" she asked.
"Definitely!" Pippin agreed, enthusiastically. He offered his hand to TC, to help her up. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down on top of her. Right there, in the middle of the streets, they began kissing. People occassionally tripped over the two, but the hobbits didn't mind. Either that, or they didn't even notice.
A few minutes later, someone pulled Pippin up, then pulled TC up as well. "I'm assuming you are Peregrin Took?" the man asked Pippin, who nodded. "I'm Beregond. I was told you were sworn into service."
"Yes." Pippin replied.
"I'm going to tell you the passwords of the city, and everything else you wish to know. And I, in turn, shall learn of you."
"Cool, but Gandalf wanted us to check on Shadowfax."
"Very well. We shall go do that now, then we'll go eat, for you must be hungry."
"SWEET!" TC yelled, a bit louder than neccessary.
Beregond looked at TC in disgust. "Does she have to come?"
"Well no, but I wouldn't suggest leaving her alone. When left to her own devices for entertainment, it can be quite frightening...to those who don't know her."
"Great." Beregond said sarcastically and began leading them to the stables.
"Hey Shadowfax!" Pippin said happily when they reached the stables. The horse looked over and neighed happily.
"As you can see, he is very well housed." Beregond told Pippin as he filled Shadowfax's manger with more hay. Right as he came out of the stall, he got hit with a large ball of manure. Gritting his teeth, he looked up to see TC on the other side of the barn's aisle, smiling innocently.
"TC!" Pippin scolded. "We just met him!"
"That's never mattered before." TC defended herself.
"Good point." Pippin shrugged at Beregond (who was very angry). "Sucks to be you I guess." Beregond continued to glare at TC, and led them to the eating area.
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TC and Pippin peered out from under Gandalf's cloak. TC was sandwiched in between Gandalf and Pippin. TC was only happy because this meant she could hold on to Pippin (even though she didn't need to. She could let go and easily stay on, but she didn't want to let go), but she wasn't thrilled about having to touch Gandalf. That feeling was mutual.
"It's really quiet!" She blurted, quite loudly.
"Yes, that generally happens at night." Gandalf said, somewhat annoyed.
"You hate the silence, don't you, TC?" Pippin asked.
"Yeah." TC replied. Silence followed, quickly inturrupeted by TC's...er, *attempt* to sing (very loudly). "I'M DOING THIS TONIGHT, YOU'RE PROBABLY GONNA START A FIGHT, I KNOW THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT...BYE BYE BYE! DON'T WANNA BE A FOOL FOR YOU! JUST ANOTHER PLAYER--" TC was silenced by Gandalf shoving his hand over her mouth, nearly smothering her.
"Honestly TC, I don't think that was--DON'T LICK ME!" Gandalf's hand was immediately removed from TC's face. Pippin laughed.
TC found a new, possibly more annoying, song to sing. "THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS! IT JUST GOES ON AND ON MY FRIEND! SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS AND THEY'LL CONTINUE SINGING IT FOREVER JUST BECAUSE THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS!..." After about five repitions of this, Pippin caught onto the words, and began singing, or shouting, with her. Their voices were not harmonic.
"Is this REALLY neccessary?" Gandalf asked, but did not recieve an answer, because the two hobbits could not, or would not, stop singing.
Eventually (as long as eventually gets) they fell asleep. TC fell asleep with her head on Pippin's shoulder. She woke up and discovered this, Pippin was still asleep. TC decided to play possum until he woke.
After several days they reached Minas Tirith. After they dismounted, in the city, TC immediately found the nearest mud puddle and jumped in it. It was rather large, and she managed to jump high, so naturally, everyone around her was covered in mud as well. The offended people looked angrily at Gandalf, who had a firm grip on Pippin (who wanted to join TC).
"Do you know her?" A particularly muddy person asked, assuming Gandalf did, considering he was with another halfling.
"No!" Gandalf quickly replied.
"Really? Because she seems to be a halfling, like the one you've got."
"Maybe she's a native."
"They don't inhabit these lands."
"Must be a coincidence."
"What are you talking about Gandalf?" Pippin asked. "That's TC! We rode with her from Isengard! She's been on this whole...trip!"
"Thanks a lot Pippin." Gandalf said sarcastically. He walked over to where TC was standing, seeming fascinated at how the mud dried on her feet, Pippin following. He grabbed TC by the back of her neck and began dragging her wherever he was going.
"Where are we going?" Pippin asked.
"We are going to meet Denethor, the Steward of Gondor. He was Boromir's father." Gandalf halted, and looked at TC thoughtfully for a moment. "I'm not sure which would be more dangerous," he finally said to her, "taking you to meet Denethor, or leaving you out here alone..."
"I can stay out here with her!" Pippin said eagerly.
"That might turn out worse...besides, I need at least one of you to tell Denethor of Boromir's death, I assume he'll want to know about it."
"I can help Pippin tell the story!"
Gandalf had an uncertain look on his face, but agreed. He only agreed because he had an odd fear that TC might set the houses on fire...or some other thing like that.
"...and Boromir swung his sword and decapitated THREE orcs at ONE TIME! And he drew his sword back and as he did he stabbed another orc right in the face! But then, they took his sword from him and threw it far far away so he started fist fighting them and was able to knock a bunch of them out! And he grabbed two of the unconsious orc's swords and began fighting with BOTH HANDS at once! He was so brave! Then the orcs shot him with an arrow and he kept on fighting and they shot him again, and again, and again! But he kept on fighting! Then they lit him on fire, and then cut his charred remains into little pieces and threw them into the river--"
"TC! THAT'S NOT HOW IT HAPPENED!" Pippin finally inturrupted TC's totally wrong narration of Boromir's death. They were in front of Denethor, who was looking at Gandalf with a disturbed look. Gandalf was looking mortified. "You weren't even there to see how it happened!"
TC looked down for a minute, as if thinking. "Oh yeah..."
Pippin sighed and rolled his eyes at the same time. "ANYWAYS, this is how it REALLY happened." Pippin went on to tell the REAL tale of Boromir's death. Denethor seemed to like Pippin's version a bit better.
"Thank you for telling me of Boromir's demise." Denethor said gratefully.
"If there is any way I may offer my sword to you, I will." Pippin told him.
"I would be grateful of your services." With that, Denethor swore Peregrin Took in to service for Minas Tirith.
"Okay..." Gandalf said. "Denethor and I have some private business to attend to, so you two, why don't you go check on Shadowfax for me, then explore the city?" At the two hobbits' unusually happy looks, Gandalf knew he'd regret that. It was too late for him to take back what he said, as they ran out the door before he got the chance.
"So, what did Gandalf say he wanted us to do?" TC asked, knowing what he had asked of them, but wanting to go straight to the exploring part. Pippin caught on to this.
"You know, I forgot...I guess we should just skip it and go exploring!"
"I guess you're right." The two hobbits began walking down the street, against the current of people already walking. TC "tripped" over her large feet, consequently, falling flat on her face. Pippin was going to help her, but someone tripped over TC, also falling on their face. Another person, staring up at the sky, also tripped over them. This happened several times until there was about six full sized humans on top of TC. Pippin jumped on top of the pile for good measure.
The people, however, weren't thrilled about this, and pushed Pippin off. The first one who'd fallen had a bloody nose. As the others went about their business,TC rolled over onto her back.
"That worked quite well, don't you think?" she asked.
"Definitely!" Pippin agreed, enthusiastically. He offered his hand to TC, to help her up. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down on top of her. Right there, in the middle of the streets, they began kissing. People occassionally tripped over the two, but the hobbits didn't mind. Either that, or they didn't even notice.
A few minutes later, someone pulled Pippin up, then pulled TC up as well. "I'm assuming you are Peregrin Took?" the man asked Pippin, who nodded. "I'm Beregond. I was told you were sworn into service."
"Yes." Pippin replied.
"I'm going to tell you the passwords of the city, and everything else you wish to know. And I, in turn, shall learn of you."
"Cool, but Gandalf wanted us to check on Shadowfax."
"Very well. We shall go do that now, then we'll go eat, for you must be hungry."
"SWEET!" TC yelled, a bit louder than neccessary.
Beregond looked at TC in disgust. "Does she have to come?"
"Well no, but I wouldn't suggest leaving her alone. When left to her own devices for entertainment, it can be quite frightening...to those who don't know her."
"Great." Beregond said sarcastically and began leading them to the stables.
"Hey Shadowfax!" Pippin said happily when they reached the stables. The horse looked over and neighed happily.
"As you can see, he is very well housed." Beregond told Pippin as he filled Shadowfax's manger with more hay. Right as he came out of the stall, he got hit with a large ball of manure. Gritting his teeth, he looked up to see TC on the other side of the barn's aisle, smiling innocently.
"TC!" Pippin scolded. "We just met him!"
"That's never mattered before." TC defended herself.
"Good point." Pippin shrugged at Beregond (who was very angry). "Sucks to be you I guess." Beregond continued to glare at TC, and led them to the eating area.