A/N: sorry that these chaps are taking a little longer. And I am going by order of the book, so dont worry! Im not cutting out MC and Merry! theyre still in the story! once again, reviews are greatly appreciated! thanx
~TC
Ps-sum of this stuff is probly taken directly from the book i tried not to do that...i tried to change it a bit. Er...sorry if this isnt too funny. Im having a hard time with it. If any of yall have any ideas...they r welcome lol.
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"There is no way you guys can still be hungry." Beregond said, in amazement. TC and Pippin were sitting at the table, with at least ten emptied plates in front of them--each. They nodded sheepishly at Beregond. "How is that possible? You're like, half my size, but you eat twice as much--if not more!"
"Well, we're hobbits." Pippin replied, as if that explained everything.
Beregond looked at them, half amazed, half disturbed. "NO! No more food! You're done! You've BEEN done!"
"Come ON!" TC whined.
"NO!"
A shadow then passed over the sun, and both hobbits fell off their stools. Beregond leaned against the table.
"You felt it as well?" he asked when they came to his side of the table. They nodded. "A fell rider on the air." he told them. The shadow passed.
Beregond took Pippin (and, unwillingly, TC) with him, and made sure all of the Third Company people knew him. Many rumours of the hobbits had circulated. They had been hopeful rumours.
One look at TC confirmed they were indeed, only rumours. While Pippin was decent looking, and could have been a hobbit-warrior, TC was most definitely NOT.
Other than the fact that she was female, even the men that didn't know her could tell she was out of her mind. Her hair was standing totally on end. She was almost completely covered in mud. And she constantly seemed to be muttering to herself.
"What are you doing?" Pippin asked TC. Pippin was sitting down and Beregond was next to him. TC was in the middle of the street, swordfighting. The odd part was--she had no opponent. She sent him a quick glare, then quickly mimicked blocking a blow.
"Dude, were her parents...okay?" Beregond asked.
"Hey! That's mean!" Pippin slapped Beregond's upper arm. Beregond shot Pippin a confused look.
"Fine! If you guys are going to talk like that, I'll stop!" TC sheathed her sword and began walking towards the two. "I was just practicing, and no one would practice with me."
"You can't blame them" Beregond muttered, then rose. "Well, I have to go for now. If you feel the need for...uh...OTHER company, or want a guide around the city, my son would be glad to do it. Just go to the lowest circle and ask directions to the Old Guesthouse in the Rath Celerdain." Beregond then headed off.
Pippin decided to take Beregond's offer. He and TC headed down to the lowest circle, and got directions to the Guesthouse. When they got there, a boy ran up to them.
"Hi, I'm Bergil, son of Beregond." Bergil greeted, looking the strangers up and down. "Who, what, and how old are you?"
"I'm Peregrin Took, but you can call me Pippin. I'm twenty-nine, and I'm a hobbit from the Shire."
"And I'm TC! I'm fifteen and I'm a human from the United States." At Bergil and Pippin's blank stares, TC corrected herself. "Um, I mean, a hobbit from the Shire."
"We know your father!" Pippin stated.
"Oh really? And did he have a message for me?"
"Just that he wants you to show us around the city."
"Cool! Let's go to the gate!"
"Why?"
"We're expecting Captains of the Outlands come sundown."
"What?" TC asked, only to be ignored. Pippin and Bergil conversed with each other. TC, to entertain herself, began singing quietly.
Bergil thought Pippin was pretty cool. Though, he wasn't too sure about TC. He'd heard her mutter sensless things, like, "Where did you go...where did you hide?" and "try to take it back" and "wait for tomorrow." He had no clue what she was talking about...but he assumed it couldn't be too good.
They reached the gate. Pippin spoke the password to the guard, and all three got through. TC, in the lead, shoved people aside on their way to the front of the crowd. Even though she was rather small, she was incredibly pushy.
"Old Forlong has come!" Bergil informed them. They saw a large man on a large horse in the front, followed by a lot of marching men. However, there weren't as many as were needed.
A trumpet sounded and Bergil took off, commanding the hobbits to follow him. TC went unwillingly--she didn't like to run OR to take orders, but when he said the gate was closing she decided to give in, just this once.
Once in the city, Bergil had to depart from them. Pippin and TC went to the citadel. They sat by Beregond during mess. TC was informed once Pippin was assigned to a company, she would no longer be allowed to follow Pippin around. She'd be left to her own devices. In other words--they were setting her loose about the city, alone.
It was hard to get back to their lodgings. Not because all of the outside lights were off, both hobbits could see just fine in the dark. It was because TC insisted she knew the way and she should lead. Naturally, they got incredibly lost. Pippin wished he hadn't let TC navigate.
When they finally got back to the lodgings...about an hour later, Gandalf wasn't there.
In the middle of the night, they woke up to the sound of Gandalf pacing.
"Hey!" Pippin greeted.
"You two should go back to sleep." Gandalf told them sternly. "Pippin, you will come with me to Lord Denethor when the summons arrive--there will be no dawn...for the Darkness has begun."
"What am I to do when both of you are away?" TC asked, surprised at her use of older-times grammar than she was used to.
Gandalf gulped, and a look of fear came upon his face. He'd hoped he'd never say anything like this. "TC, you shall have to entertain yourself in the city."
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A/n: U like? I hope so. Not the best chapter I know, and MC and Merry will be in the next chapter, don't worry! The lyrics TC was singing, or muttering were from "My Precious" by Lifehouse. I figured it'd be a fitting song to incorporate into a LOTR story lol.
~TC
Ps-sum of this stuff is probly taken directly from the book i tried not to do that...i tried to change it a bit. Er...sorry if this isnt too funny. Im having a hard time with it. If any of yall have any ideas...they r welcome lol.
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"There is no way you guys can still be hungry." Beregond said, in amazement. TC and Pippin were sitting at the table, with at least ten emptied plates in front of them--each. They nodded sheepishly at Beregond. "How is that possible? You're like, half my size, but you eat twice as much--if not more!"
"Well, we're hobbits." Pippin replied, as if that explained everything.
Beregond looked at them, half amazed, half disturbed. "NO! No more food! You're done! You've BEEN done!"
"Come ON!" TC whined.
"NO!"
A shadow then passed over the sun, and both hobbits fell off their stools. Beregond leaned against the table.
"You felt it as well?" he asked when they came to his side of the table. They nodded. "A fell rider on the air." he told them. The shadow passed.
Beregond took Pippin (and, unwillingly, TC) with him, and made sure all of the Third Company people knew him. Many rumours of the hobbits had circulated. They had been hopeful rumours.
One look at TC confirmed they were indeed, only rumours. While Pippin was decent looking, and could have been a hobbit-warrior, TC was most definitely NOT.
Other than the fact that she was female, even the men that didn't know her could tell she was out of her mind. Her hair was standing totally on end. She was almost completely covered in mud. And she constantly seemed to be muttering to herself.
"What are you doing?" Pippin asked TC. Pippin was sitting down and Beregond was next to him. TC was in the middle of the street, swordfighting. The odd part was--she had no opponent. She sent him a quick glare, then quickly mimicked blocking a blow.
"Dude, were her parents...okay?" Beregond asked.
"Hey! That's mean!" Pippin slapped Beregond's upper arm. Beregond shot Pippin a confused look.
"Fine! If you guys are going to talk like that, I'll stop!" TC sheathed her sword and began walking towards the two. "I was just practicing, and no one would practice with me."
"You can't blame them" Beregond muttered, then rose. "Well, I have to go for now. If you feel the need for...uh...OTHER company, or want a guide around the city, my son would be glad to do it. Just go to the lowest circle and ask directions to the Old Guesthouse in the Rath Celerdain." Beregond then headed off.
Pippin decided to take Beregond's offer. He and TC headed down to the lowest circle, and got directions to the Guesthouse. When they got there, a boy ran up to them.
"Hi, I'm Bergil, son of Beregond." Bergil greeted, looking the strangers up and down. "Who, what, and how old are you?"
"I'm Peregrin Took, but you can call me Pippin. I'm twenty-nine, and I'm a hobbit from the Shire."
"And I'm TC! I'm fifteen and I'm a human from the United States." At Bergil and Pippin's blank stares, TC corrected herself. "Um, I mean, a hobbit from the Shire."
"We know your father!" Pippin stated.
"Oh really? And did he have a message for me?"
"Just that he wants you to show us around the city."
"Cool! Let's go to the gate!"
"Why?"
"We're expecting Captains of the Outlands come sundown."
"What?" TC asked, only to be ignored. Pippin and Bergil conversed with each other. TC, to entertain herself, began singing quietly.
Bergil thought Pippin was pretty cool. Though, he wasn't too sure about TC. He'd heard her mutter sensless things, like, "Where did you go...where did you hide?" and "try to take it back" and "wait for tomorrow." He had no clue what she was talking about...but he assumed it couldn't be too good.
They reached the gate. Pippin spoke the password to the guard, and all three got through. TC, in the lead, shoved people aside on their way to the front of the crowd. Even though she was rather small, she was incredibly pushy.
"Old Forlong has come!" Bergil informed them. They saw a large man on a large horse in the front, followed by a lot of marching men. However, there weren't as many as were needed.
A trumpet sounded and Bergil took off, commanding the hobbits to follow him. TC went unwillingly--she didn't like to run OR to take orders, but when he said the gate was closing she decided to give in, just this once.
Once in the city, Bergil had to depart from them. Pippin and TC went to the citadel. They sat by Beregond during mess. TC was informed once Pippin was assigned to a company, she would no longer be allowed to follow Pippin around. She'd be left to her own devices. In other words--they were setting her loose about the city, alone.
It was hard to get back to their lodgings. Not because all of the outside lights were off, both hobbits could see just fine in the dark. It was because TC insisted she knew the way and she should lead. Naturally, they got incredibly lost. Pippin wished he hadn't let TC navigate.
When they finally got back to the lodgings...about an hour later, Gandalf wasn't there.
In the middle of the night, they woke up to the sound of Gandalf pacing.
"Hey!" Pippin greeted.
"You two should go back to sleep." Gandalf told them sternly. "Pippin, you will come with me to Lord Denethor when the summons arrive--there will be no dawn...for the Darkness has begun."
"What am I to do when both of you are away?" TC asked, surprised at her use of older-times grammar than she was used to.
Gandalf gulped, and a look of fear came upon his face. He'd hoped he'd never say anything like this. "TC, you shall have to entertain yourself in the city."
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A/n: U like? I hope so. Not the best chapter I know, and MC and Merry will be in the next chapter, don't worry! The lyrics TC was singing, or muttering were from "My Precious" by Lifehouse. I figured it'd be a fitting song to incorporate into a LOTR story lol.