Misadventures of a Teenaged Took
By Nolitari
A/N: -Ahem- Bressa, I can see where you are getting at. I wanted Pippin to be 18 because it just...seemed right. I don't know why, but something seems right. And yes, I am a true Tolkien fan, so you may want to be a little more careful whom you say that to. This story will most likely take place over 10 or so years. I had it planned like this from the beginning, so I know where this is going. But your idea would be great for a sequil, would it not? Thank you for taking time to review my work. Although I admit, I get nervous and kind of upset at first, but when I come to my senses I see what you are saying.
I am terribly sorry for the long delay. I had little to no inspiration for this chapter. I do hope you all enjoy.
This is very short. I apologize.
Disclaimer: This is all Tolkien's, not mine. Except for the elderly guy...
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Pippin gave up searching after an hour. So instead, he sat against the trunk of a tree, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
He couldn't resist it. Sleep's warm and comforting arms were outstretched to him, beckoning him to come and get some rest, to close his heavy eyes and forget all that happened.
For a few mere hours, at least.
Before they got to the woods, and all this trouble, Pippin and Merry had a few close attempts with the older hobbits who still roamed the roads at this time, obviously drunk. Little did they know they would encounter something worse than drunken hobbits. (Although drunken hobbits can be quite horrible.)
Once again, his eyelids nearly shut.
NO! He couldn't fall asleep at a time like this! But sleep sounded so comforting... He almost did drift off when a very scratchy and old voice abrubtly asked: "What ye be doing on my property?"
Pippin jumped back in fright, and surprise. An average sized hobbit was standing right in front of him, looking down at him with sharp eyes. Ne was not too old, but not quite young. He looked quite scraggly, which made the younger hobbit think he was older than he really was.
Peregrin started to scoot away, from the strange hobbit, obviously frightened.
The strange hobbit said to him again, "I said, 'What ye be doing on my property?'"
The young Took gulped and stared at the hobbit, trembling with fright.
"People who wander on my property without permission get to deal with me."
The hobbit's meanicing tone scared Pippin even more.
What would this hobbit do to him?
Pop...please...
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Meanwhile, back in the hobbit hole, Paladin was hurridly changing into his clothes and gathering supplies, as was Eglantine.
What Paladin still couldn't grasp was the fact that his son, his Pippin, had gone out into the dark, voluntarily. And it was probably Merry who bribed him, Paladin thought.
But why did he go along?
Why.
'Why' was the question of the night.
Paladin thought he had told Pippin about the dangers of the woods.
But the two surely hadn't gone there.
...Or had they?
If that was the case, then the two were in for more trouble than bargained. The floors were uneven, with random holes in the ground for no reason. It was also told to believe that the old fugitive was settled in those woods.
He had been known to harm people before.
And usually those people didn't make it back.
And if he got his son, Paladin swore he would personally take that hobbit's last breath.
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Author's notes (again): We'll see more of Merry in the next chapter.
I'm not sure how I introduced this mystery hobbit.
PLEASE tell me if it was terrible or not. Honestly.
Until next week or so,
Nolitari
