Post by Eowyn Skywalker on May 25, 2004 16:54:52 GMT -6
On the Road Again.
A retelling of the trip from Bree to Rivendell.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lord of the Rings.
(A\N: This is based on the books, though the opening scene is from the movie.)
Part One: The Marshes
“Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall,” said Aragorn, as the hobbits sat down, and pulled out their cooking gear.
“What about breakfast?” Pippin complained. To him, they had been going forever, and he was hungry.
“You’ve already had it.” Aragorn seemed to think that this was an appropriate answer, judging by the expression on his face. Merry obviously knew that that was no answer, but did not speak up. But Pippin knew how a hobbit thought and said, quite sensibly, “We’ve had one, yes. What about second breakfast?”<br>
Aragorn answered by walking away, leaving Pippin and Merry to follow. “He is no hobbit, I guess,” thought Pippin. “But I thought that humans knew about second breakfast.”<br>
“I don’t think he knows about second breakfast, Pip,” said Merry, echoing Pippin’s very thoughts; they thought so much alike.
But Pippin was still worried, and asked: “What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea?” He grew more frantic. “Dinner? Supper? He knows about them... Doesn’t he?”<br>
“I wouldn’t count on it,” said Merry, looking at Pippin with a face that showed a little worry. An apple flew from over the hedge, and Merry caught it.
“How come he gets all the luck?” thought Pippin, looking at the apple with some envy.
Merry handed the apple to Pippin and patted him on the back. “Gee, thanks, Merry,” Pippin thought, and took the apple, wondering where it came from.
As Merry began to walk away, another apple flew out, and this time hit Pippin on the head. Pippin picked it up, and looked up, bewildered. “Where in Middle-earth did that come from?” he thought.
“Pippin,” called Merry, and Pippin had no more time to wonder, as he followed after Merry, still holding the apples tightly in his hands.
He ran as fast as it was possible for a hobbit to catch up to Merry, and asked, “Merry, where did that come from?”
“What, Pip?” asked Merry, following Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam, as they walked up ahead.
“The apples, Merry. You know,” said Pippin. “Someone threw one at me.”<br>
If they had been up ahead with Aragorn, they would’ve seen a faint smile on his face, as he listened to the two young hobbits talk.
“What is it, Strider?” asked Frodo. “I’ve never seen you smile before.”<br>
“You have not known me long, Frodo,” answered Aragorn, thinking of Rivendell, Arwen, and the two youngest hobbits. “Mischief makers,” he thought, smiling grimly. “They do get in the way a lot. I really hope that Elrond will send them back to the Shire... But yet, I’m beginning to get a feeling for those hobbits. They know nothing, and yet everything. I begin to understand Gandalf’s reasoning.”<br>
“Strider?”<br>
Frodo grabbed his sleeve, and Aragorn batted him away, not really thinking.
“Aragorn, are you trying to run into a tree?”<br>
This time Frodo was a bit more insistent.
Aragorn stopped. “I’m sorry, Frodo. I was just thinking.”<br>
“You love her, don’t you?”<br>
Aragorn stopped. “Love who?”<br>
“You spoke of a girl. Arwen. Who is she?”<br>
“Arwen.” Aragorn stopped; looked ahead. “She is an elf maiden,” he answered at last. “She will cross over the seas with her people.”<br>
“Oh.” Frodo looked back. Merry and Pippin were chattering on. “As usual,” he thought.
“How could’ve an apple hit you on the head?” asked Merry. “Apples don’t fall from the sky.”<br>
“I know what hit me,” insisted Pippin. “You caught one yourself.” He handed Merry the one apple. “Remember?”<br>
“Oh, yes. That.” Merry looked thoughtful. “There’s your second breakfast then, Pippin.”<br>
“Oh.” Pippin looked down at the apple he held. “I never thought of it that way.”<br>
“Hurry up, slowpokes!” called Sam. “You’re gettin’ behind, and you’ll be left behind.”<br>
Merry and Pippin looked at each other; looked at Sam, who, along with Aragorn and Frodo, were quite a ways ahead, and back at themselves.
“Race yah?” said Merry.
“You’re on,” said Pippin, momentarily forgetting the apple as they dashed to catch up to the others.
When they finally caught up, both of the hobbits were out of breath.
“Beat yah,” said Merry, teasing Pippin, as they always did.
“I’ll get you next time,” said Pippin, gasping to catch his breath, and still stay in step with Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam.
“Slowpokes,” said Sam. “What took you so long?”<br>
He asked teasingly, and Pippin and Merry knew this. “You try beating Merry next time,” said Pippin, waving his hand in Merry’s general direction. As he did this, he looked down at his hand, and noticed the apple again. “I’ll get you, Merry Brandybuck,” said Pippin, with a glint in his eyes. “I’ll get you later.”<br>
“I’m so afraid,” said Merry, turning to talk with Frodo and leaving Pippin to dream up all sorts of revenge. Neither of them noticed Aragorn’s slight smile, as he glanced at Pippin.
As they walked, Pippin allowed himself to drift into his thoughts for revenge. The two had always been pranksters, and always played jokes on each other. Sam was talking to himself. Something about potatoes and Rosie Cotton, Pippin heard. He knew; everyone in the Shire knew, that Sam was in love with Rosie.
Merry was talking to Frodo; Pippin never heard what they were saying, and Aragorn walked in silence, thinking of Arwen, but also Pippin.
“Ah, Pippin,” Aragorn thought. “Young hobbit, and is probably still wondering where those apples came from.”<br>
And, of course, at the same time, Pippin was thinking: “I wonder where that apple came from. I’m sure that Merry knows. I’ll bet that Strider knows too. Hey... Strider... I wonder. He could’ve thrown that apple from the bush. He was the one who said that we couldn’t stop. But he never said anything against breakfast.”<br>
“Strider,” he asked out loud, “did you throw that apple?”<br>
Aragorn looked somewhat surprised that Pippin had asked. But before he could say anything, Merry piped up: “Pippin, how could you ask that? You know perfectly well that Strider is not the type to throw apples... Aren’t you, Strider?” As he said this last part hesitantly, his mind drifted back to Bree... And to Bill Ferny. “That’s stick-at-naught-Strider, that is,” Ferny had said.
And the way Ferny had spoken about Aragorn; he obviously hadn’t trusted him. But Bill Ferny wasn’t exactly the type one wanted to meet in the dark either.
Before Merry could voice his thoughts, Aragorn spoke. “Yes, Pippin, I did throw that apple. You wanted breakfast, I gave you breakfast.”<br>
“You hit me on the head!” protested Pippin.
“Maybe it knocked a little sense into you,” said Aragorn. “And then maybe you’ll stay quieter. Come on. I’d like to keep a set pace, and reach the Marshes by tonight.”<br>
Pippin glared at Aragorn’s comment, but sped up. They were well on their way to Rivendell now.
“Well, Pip, maybe he did knock some sense into you,” Merry said a little later. Pippin had been walking in silence the entire time.
“Huh? Oh, I was just thinking,” Pippin said. “What did you say?”<br>
Merry looked at him. “You didn’t hear? Pippin, you are being quieter than normal. Even Sam noticed. You usually talk nonstop.”<br>
Pippin glared at him. “Well maybe I don’t want to always be known as the little hobbit who talks to much, and drives everyone up the wall.”<br>
“Sorry,” said Merry. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelin’s. Strider didn’t mean it, you know.”<br>
But Pippin didn’t hear him, he was to busy thinking up plans for revenge.
A retelling of the trip from Bree to Rivendell.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Lord of the Rings.
(A\N: This is based on the books, though the opening scene is from the movie.)
Part One: The Marshes
“Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall,” said Aragorn, as the hobbits sat down, and pulled out their cooking gear.
“What about breakfast?” Pippin complained. To him, they had been going forever, and he was hungry.
“You’ve already had it.” Aragorn seemed to think that this was an appropriate answer, judging by the expression on his face. Merry obviously knew that that was no answer, but did not speak up. But Pippin knew how a hobbit thought and said, quite sensibly, “We’ve had one, yes. What about second breakfast?”<br>
Aragorn answered by walking away, leaving Pippin and Merry to follow. “He is no hobbit, I guess,” thought Pippin. “But I thought that humans knew about second breakfast.”<br>
“I don’t think he knows about second breakfast, Pip,” said Merry, echoing Pippin’s very thoughts; they thought so much alike.
But Pippin was still worried, and asked: “What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea?” He grew more frantic. “Dinner? Supper? He knows about them... Doesn’t he?”<br>
“I wouldn’t count on it,” said Merry, looking at Pippin with a face that showed a little worry. An apple flew from over the hedge, and Merry caught it.
“How come he gets all the luck?” thought Pippin, looking at the apple with some envy.
Merry handed the apple to Pippin and patted him on the back. “Gee, thanks, Merry,” Pippin thought, and took the apple, wondering where it came from.
As Merry began to walk away, another apple flew out, and this time hit Pippin on the head. Pippin picked it up, and looked up, bewildered. “Where in Middle-earth did that come from?” he thought.
“Pippin,” called Merry, and Pippin had no more time to wonder, as he followed after Merry, still holding the apples tightly in his hands.
He ran as fast as it was possible for a hobbit to catch up to Merry, and asked, “Merry, where did that come from?”
“What, Pip?” asked Merry, following Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam, as they walked up ahead.
“The apples, Merry. You know,” said Pippin. “Someone threw one at me.”<br>
If they had been up ahead with Aragorn, they would’ve seen a faint smile on his face, as he listened to the two young hobbits talk.
“What is it, Strider?” asked Frodo. “I’ve never seen you smile before.”<br>
“You have not known me long, Frodo,” answered Aragorn, thinking of Rivendell, Arwen, and the two youngest hobbits. “Mischief makers,” he thought, smiling grimly. “They do get in the way a lot. I really hope that Elrond will send them back to the Shire... But yet, I’m beginning to get a feeling for those hobbits. They know nothing, and yet everything. I begin to understand Gandalf’s reasoning.”<br>
“Strider?”<br>
Frodo grabbed his sleeve, and Aragorn batted him away, not really thinking.
“Aragorn, are you trying to run into a tree?”<br>
This time Frodo was a bit more insistent.
Aragorn stopped. “I’m sorry, Frodo. I was just thinking.”<br>
“You love her, don’t you?”<br>
Aragorn stopped. “Love who?”<br>
“You spoke of a girl. Arwen. Who is she?”<br>
“Arwen.” Aragorn stopped; looked ahead. “She is an elf maiden,” he answered at last. “She will cross over the seas with her people.”<br>
“Oh.” Frodo looked back. Merry and Pippin were chattering on. “As usual,” he thought.
“How could’ve an apple hit you on the head?” asked Merry. “Apples don’t fall from the sky.”<br>
“I know what hit me,” insisted Pippin. “You caught one yourself.” He handed Merry the one apple. “Remember?”<br>
“Oh, yes. That.” Merry looked thoughtful. “There’s your second breakfast then, Pippin.”<br>
“Oh.” Pippin looked down at the apple he held. “I never thought of it that way.”<br>
“Hurry up, slowpokes!” called Sam. “You’re gettin’ behind, and you’ll be left behind.”<br>
Merry and Pippin looked at each other; looked at Sam, who, along with Aragorn and Frodo, were quite a ways ahead, and back at themselves.
“Race yah?” said Merry.
“You’re on,” said Pippin, momentarily forgetting the apple as they dashed to catch up to the others.
When they finally caught up, both of the hobbits were out of breath.
“Beat yah,” said Merry, teasing Pippin, as they always did.
“I’ll get you next time,” said Pippin, gasping to catch his breath, and still stay in step with Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam.
“Slowpokes,” said Sam. “What took you so long?”<br>
He asked teasingly, and Pippin and Merry knew this. “You try beating Merry next time,” said Pippin, waving his hand in Merry’s general direction. As he did this, he looked down at his hand, and noticed the apple again. “I’ll get you, Merry Brandybuck,” said Pippin, with a glint in his eyes. “I’ll get you later.”<br>
“I’m so afraid,” said Merry, turning to talk with Frodo and leaving Pippin to dream up all sorts of revenge. Neither of them noticed Aragorn’s slight smile, as he glanced at Pippin.
As they walked, Pippin allowed himself to drift into his thoughts for revenge. The two had always been pranksters, and always played jokes on each other. Sam was talking to himself. Something about potatoes and Rosie Cotton, Pippin heard. He knew; everyone in the Shire knew, that Sam was in love with Rosie.
Merry was talking to Frodo; Pippin never heard what they were saying, and Aragorn walked in silence, thinking of Arwen, but also Pippin.
“Ah, Pippin,” Aragorn thought. “Young hobbit, and is probably still wondering where those apples came from.”<br>
And, of course, at the same time, Pippin was thinking: “I wonder where that apple came from. I’m sure that Merry knows. I’ll bet that Strider knows too. Hey... Strider... I wonder. He could’ve thrown that apple from the bush. He was the one who said that we couldn’t stop. But he never said anything against breakfast.”<br>
“Strider,” he asked out loud, “did you throw that apple?”<br>
Aragorn looked somewhat surprised that Pippin had asked. But before he could say anything, Merry piped up: “Pippin, how could you ask that? You know perfectly well that Strider is not the type to throw apples... Aren’t you, Strider?” As he said this last part hesitantly, his mind drifted back to Bree... And to Bill Ferny. “That’s stick-at-naught-Strider, that is,” Ferny had said.
And the way Ferny had spoken about Aragorn; he obviously hadn’t trusted him. But Bill Ferny wasn’t exactly the type one wanted to meet in the dark either.
Before Merry could voice his thoughts, Aragorn spoke. “Yes, Pippin, I did throw that apple. You wanted breakfast, I gave you breakfast.”<br>
“You hit me on the head!” protested Pippin.
“Maybe it knocked a little sense into you,” said Aragorn. “And then maybe you’ll stay quieter. Come on. I’d like to keep a set pace, and reach the Marshes by tonight.”<br>
Pippin glared at Aragorn’s comment, but sped up. They were well on their way to Rivendell now.
“Well, Pip, maybe he did knock some sense into you,” Merry said a little later. Pippin had been walking in silence the entire time.
“Huh? Oh, I was just thinking,” Pippin said. “What did you say?”<br>
Merry looked at him. “You didn’t hear? Pippin, you are being quieter than normal. Even Sam noticed. You usually talk nonstop.”<br>
Pippin glared at him. “Well maybe I don’t want to always be known as the little hobbit who talks to much, and drives everyone up the wall.”<br>
“Sorry,” said Merry. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelin’s. Strider didn’t mean it, you know.”<br>
But Pippin didn’t hear him, he was to busy thinking up plans for revenge.