Misadventures of a Teenaged Took
By Nolitari
A/N: (see bottom for additonal notes) (smiles) If I can make one person happy, then this is all worth it. Chapters in all of my stories may be delayed...I'm updating three at once now...gulp. This should be an angsty chapter. If it is terrible...um, well, this is my first shot at angst.
This probably won't be very long...I'm trying to improve chapter length.
Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, which I don't, I wouldn't be doing this to poor Pip. Or Merry.
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"Merry, how much further is this place that you are taking me to?" Pippin sighed as he scampered over a tree root. The duo had been walking for about half an hour now, and to the young Took it felt like hours.
The curly headed Hobbit turned towards his younger cousin. "It shouldn't be much longer." Merry stated simply. His pride was a little too high; the young hobbits were headed in the completely wrong direction. In fact, they were headed to the worst part of the woods. It was the part that was riddled with holes and razor sharp rocks. Strange things had happened there, and those who ventured there rarely came out unharmed. But Merry didn't know that -- he hadn't been told of that part of the woods yet. But Pippin had.
"Merry...I don't think this is such a good place to be wandering through this part of the woods..." Peregrin urgently whispered. He had been told not to go through this part under any circumstances. If a young hobbit did, then he may fall into one of the many holes and never be found they were so deep.
The teenaged Brandybuck had to disagree. "Nonsense Pip! I know this place like the back of my hand. Now, it's over he--" Merry never finsihed his sentance...Pippin couldn't see him anymore.
"Merry? MERRY!" The wind started blowing furiously, sending howls that sounded like wolves echoing through the trees. That did nothing to help the young Hobbit's fear. Pippin darted between the trees frightfully. Where had Merry gone? Were they in...that part of the woods?
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It felt like I was falling for hours, when it was only a few mere minutes. With a thud I landed on the hard dusty soil bottom of the hole. Why hadn't Pip told me that the woods was now hole infested? Who had put them there in the first place? It was probably the hunters' old traps that they never filled again. Well, perhaps not, they were too deep.
Ah, my side hurt! It hurt so bad. But I could not call out! I could not find my voice. It seemed to have run away from me...why?
Merry propped himself up on one elbow. The walls of the hole were old, very old. He must have lead Pippin into the wrong part of the woods.
Pippin!
Where was he? Was he alright? Was he harmed? If he was, his uncle Paladin would most certainly have his hide. And then his own father would...
Ohh...Merry moaned once more at the shooting pain in his side. Now, come to think of it, he would have rather stayed in his bed. Taking Pippin out was a foolish idea. The Took in him made Merry want to do something adventurous, something that was not thought out well at all.
"Pip? Are you out there?"
This time, Merry recieved no reply.
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"Oh where has he gone? Where am I? Have I wandered too far..."
TBC...
A/N: I know this is extremely short...Sorry...I'm writing while eating dinner, yum. Mushrooms.
