19.) Waterfall
Story: Pippin the Mer-Hobbit
Word Count: 290
Pippin Took loved swimming. His scaly green tail helped reveal that he was a mer-hobbit. A mer-hobbit in love with a waterfall! Oh, he would swim to that waterfall everyday, taking in the spraying water, the mist, and the bright rainbow that glided down to the pool.
Ooh! There was Diamond Took, the hobbitess with brown, curly hair and fair features! Oh, he was in love with her. He wasted no time swimming up to her. He was so close to making it! Her lips were right there!
Wait. Something was wrong. He was thrown into a whirlpool. He kept spinning and spinning, landing on his bed and jumping a little from the sensation of the fall. He woke up, checked his legs. They were stuck together. They hurt as he moved them apart. Thankfully, the pain didn't last long and he could up in peace.
Maybe someday he would be a mer-hobbit. Right now, he greeted his wife Diamond in the Great Smials' parlor, who giggled when he entered the room.
"Merfolk dreams again?" Diamond asked, curtly.
"How could you tell?" Pippin asked, sitting by the parlor table. She had the prettiest brown eyes he ever saw. Oh, how he loved her! "But it was a dream about us."
"Good!" Diamond said, returning to her stitching.
"Yes, it was very good." Pippin rested a hand on hers. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Diamond kissed him so affectionately. They stopped before things got intense. Pippin sighed. He was the happiest hobbit ever! No one could match his affection for his love! No one—
DING!
"I'll get that!" Pippin said, rushing towards the kitchen and pulling out an apple pie. Apples, huh? Well, the pie tasted good. Enough said.