Chapter 3: 3/?
The Scarf By Robin
Girl Chapter 3
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Sorry about the mistake bout Pippin's mum's name. I went to the library and checked out the trilogy all in one book and found the appendixes and then made a copy of the family trees. So now I think I have it. Remember when you read these; I don't try to go by the book. I'm thinking about the Movie Actors portrayal of the characters the whole time I'm doing this. I'm sorry if that disappoints you but I've seen the movie more times than I've read the book. ~~~~
"Pippin are you ok?" Merry lifted Pippin out of the hole and sat him on sturdy ground then he helped the stranger out. "I'm ! Samwise Gamgee, well I'll be."
"I'm sorry sir. I wasn't looking."
"Sam!" Pippin gave the Gardner a big hug. "Coming to see Frodo to?"
"Yes, actually I was." Sam sat the little hobbit back on the ground. "Oh no, I got your trousers soaked."
"Don't worry they were already like that." Merry replied.
Sam ignored the Brandybuck and gathered Pippin back in to his arms. "Come, if we don't hurry you could catch cold."
Merry sighed, but followed. Sam was like a mother hen sometimes. When he was you didn't intervene. Pippin gave Merry a tired helpless look and tried to get down. "I'm not ill Sam. Put me down!"
"Mister Frodo," Sam called knocking on the door. Pippin had given up long ago on trying to get down and decided to take advantage of the situation using Sam's shoulder as a pillow.
Frodo Baggins opened the door. He was holding a pan filled with what looked to be baked cookies. "What? Oh Sam welcome. What do you have there? Looks like a Took of some sort. A very wet one at that."
Sam nodded and patted the seven year olds back. "I'm going to go change his pants if you don't mind me doing so Mr. Frodo.."
Frodo raised his eye brows but nodded and let Sam pass. Poor Pippin helplessly glared at Frodo. His cousin was suppose to save him not help Sam out.
Frodo turned back to the door and saw Merry standing there. "I ought have known you'd be here to."
Merry playfully hit Frodo's arm. "Hey!"
"I'm guessing you and little Pippin came together."
Merry nodded taking his coat and scarf off. "Yes, we were. Pip wanted to come visit. So after getting permission from his Mum we came over. Sam was coming down Ole Barley Lane and Pippin wasn't watching where he was going. They both collided and Sam's weight sent them flying into a snow drift. Sam was worried that Pip might catch a cold so he carried him here fussing and all the whole way."
"Poor Pip. Well shall we see our sick patient?" Frodo asked winking at Merry.
Merry laughed and followed Frodo down the hall and into Pippin's room that Pip stayed in when they visited. "Where did Sam take Pippin I wonder?" He asked sarcastically.
A shout of "Now you stay still Mr. Took." Answered both hobbits.
Pippin moved away hiding in the corner. "No I'm not going to breathe those smokes. It's makes my chest hurt and then I get dizzy."
"Do you want to get sick and be stuck in bed for a month?"
The seven year old thought about this then nodded, "Yes."
"Take your scarf off and lets do it."
"NO!" Pippin shouted this time. "The scarf is mine, I got it from Merry and I'm not taking it off."
"I never said you weren't going to get it back. Come now change into something more comfortable."
"But I'm not sick." Pippin replied hoarsely. Tears were coming down his cheeks now. He wasn't sick though he was being treated like it.
Sam sighed, his siblings weren't this bad. "Please Mr. Took."
"No." Pippin said once again. He crossed his arms and glared at Sam.
"Pip what's your problem?"
Pippin looked to the door and saw his savior. "Merry!!"
"What are you NOT going to do huh?"
Sam sighed, "He won't undress or breathe the Centas Mist."
"If you don't you could get sick."
"So." Pippin exclaimed. He got up from his spot and ran over hiding behind Frodo and Merry.
"Merry needs to do it to. He was outside with you." Frodo said. Which was true. No reason for Merry to fall ill also.
Merry gave Frodo a are you kidding look. But seeing it was the only option nodded. "Frodo's right." He bent down and picked Pippin up. "Come on Botheran. Lets get into some pjs and then breathe that junk and have Frodo tell us one of Bilbo's stories afterwards. Kay?"
Pippin nodded still not liking the idea of breathing the stuff. "I'm not sick."
"But you are." Frodo replied putting a hand to Pippin's forehead. "I can feel your fever."
"Not fair.." Pippin mumbled letting Merry undress him.
Sam hurried out to get the smoke ready.
End Chapter 3