I have always been a great fan of little Pippin stories, so I decided to try my hand at writing my own! Go easy on me, I'm a beginner. *Please post reviews, that I may assauge my tense writers side*

Disclaimer: Much as I regret it, I DO NOT own any of these fascinating characters (except for Celandine and Matthais of course) I am only playing with them, and I promise to play nice. *cheesy grin*

Reformatted for convenience!!

“You’re going to name him what?”

Paladin scowled at Celandine. “Peregrin. Is that all right with you?”

Celandine sighed. “Of course it is. But a peregrin’s a bird.”

“And celandines a plant.”

Celandine groaned and examined the tiny baby in Egalantines’ arms. “He’s such a little fellow. And Peregrin’s a big name.”

Paladin threw his hands in the air. “Next time you have a child, Eglantine, get a less-opinionated midwife.”

“I’m just saying he should have a nickname. Like Pippin or something.” Celandine suggested.

“I like that.” Eglantine said. “Pippin.”

“Then we’ll call him Pippin. End of story.” Paladin said.

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“Celandine, thank goodness you’ve arrived. I’m about to go mad.”

Celandine laughed at Eglantines dramatic words as she hung up her coat.

The Took bustled by her muttering. “And I have to drop Pearl off at her friends’ and Pervinca simply MUST have a new dress and..” Eglantine deposited her five-month-old son, Peregrin in Celandines arms and dashed out the door, still muttering.

Celandine laughed as she met the wide green eyes of Peregrin. The lad seemed frankly astonished at his mothers behavior. She hugged him and turned to walk down the hall. “Come on, Pippin. Let’s go get tea.”

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“Dow’!”

“No, not down, you are staying where I can reach you.”

Peregrin moaned and continued squirming.

Celandine tightened her grip on the toddler and rolled her eyes. “This was SUPPOSED to be relaxing….” she glowered.

Celandine and her friend Lindy sat by the river on an outing that had been planned for weeks. Unfortunately it had fallen on the day Celandine was to baby-sit Peregrin, so the lad had accompanied them.

Lindy smiled, then sternly addressed Peregrin. “Now, Pippin, be polite.”

Peregrin stared at her for a moment, then continued wiggling.

Celandine locked her arms around him and sighed.

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“Your mother is going to skin me alive.”

Seven-year-old Pippin risked a look at Celandine, who had her head in her hands.

Celandine looked up at him. “Why did you decide it would be ‘fun’ to feed the chickens ale instead of water?”

“I wanted t’see what would happen.” Pippin said, tracing designs on the floor with his toes.

The idea of tipsy chickens suddenly struck Celandine as funny. When she stopped laughing she sighed over-dramatically. “Let’s go see what we can do. And if your mother asks, we’ll tell her they had too many pints at The Green Dragon.”

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Celandine turned to Pippin who had once again asked her a question beginning with the words “How come you..” “Because.” Celandine replied.

Pippin cocked his head at her.“Well, then, how come you..”

“Because.” Celandine said, turning to her sewing. She realized that she’d sewn the seams crooked because of Pippin. Again.

Pippin leaned over to look at her work, his auburn curls brushing her arm. “How come you sewed them wrong?” the nine-year-old asked, grinning at her sweetly.

Celandine gazed into the emerald eyes of the child. “I don’t quite know.” she said as a gentle smile touched her face.

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Celandine was awoken at six-o-clock in the morning by a small form that leapt on her bed and bounced. “Good morning!” Pippins’ cheerful voice said.

Celandine groaned and tugged the blankets from under the lad, sending him sprawling onto the floor.

Unperturbed, he bounced back up and sat motionless, staring at Celandine.

Celandine opened one eye and looked at Pippin, then sat up and scowled. “Yes?”

Pippin slowly bounced as he spoke. “It won’t be breakfast for another two hours and I’m starving.”

“Where is your mother?”

“Sleeping.”

Celandine sighed, then stood slowly and walked with him towards the kitchens.

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“Try again.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Come on, Pip.”

Pippin gave Celandien a skeptical look and slowly stepped toward the towering oak tree. “Do I have to?”

Celandine sighed from her perch. “No, but you were the one who said you wanted to climb ‘all the way to the top’.”

Pippin swallowed hard and slowly began scaling up towards where Celandine sat.

Suddenly his lost his footing and began to slip.

Celandine swiftly took his wrists in her hands. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“Don’t let go!” Pippin whispered as he started scrambling up.

“I won’t let go. I promise.”

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What are you doing, Pip?”

*sigh* “Waiting for Merry. Have you seen him, Miss Celandine? He went inside about three years ago!”

*smile* “Three years, huh? Yes, I have, actually. He went to Hobbiton, near a half hour ago.”

*sigh* “I shoulda guessed. He was kinda mad at me when he went in.”

“How come?”

“He said I was being a pest.”

“Were you?”

“Maybe. I dunno.”

“Well, maybe he just needed to be alone for a little. He may not be mad when he gets back.”

"That sounds good, I guess. But don’t YOU go anywhere.”

*smile* “I won’t.”

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What. Did. You. Do?”

Thai, Celandines son and Pippin exchanged glances. Behind them the kitchen was a mess and there was a frog perched on the counter.

“Nothing really…” Thai started.

Why did I have to have a son the same age as Pippin? “It doesn’t look like nothing, it looks like a mess and a frog.” Celandine said.

“Exactly!” Pippin chirped. “It is a mess and a frog. Can I go now?”

Celandine gave a wry smile at him. “What do you think? Thai, you know where the mop is. Pippin, help him.” The boys sighed and started cleaning.

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Celandine walked across the field under the party tree towards the food. A very disgruntled Pippin glared at her from across the table.

“Can I help you?” he grumbled.

Celandine laughed. After Pippin and his friend Merry had gotten into Gandalfs’ stash of fireworks, the lads had been put on dish and serving duty. “Yes.” Celandine said, teasing him. “Could you use your fabulous serving talents and hand me a plate?”

Pippin scowled at her as he handed her the dish.

Celandine gave him a cheerful smile and wink. “Good lad.” She turned around as Bilbo started his birthday speech.

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Celandine gazed up into the blue sky.

She had just returned from Eglantines Tooks’, and was exhausted from trying to assuage the womans’ worries about her missing son, Pippin, while all the time hiding her own anxieties.

Celandine sighed and closed her eyes. She remembered a time not long ago when she and Pippin had stood in these very woods and the lad had informed her that one of these days he was “gonna see where the rainbow went.”

Celandine opened her eyes and watched the sky darken. “Follow your rainbow, Pippin, wherever you are.” she whispered to the sky.

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Celandine gently brushed a dark curl back from Faramirs’ face. “You’re a father Pip. I can’t believe it.” she whispered. “But I certainly hope he doesn’t wreck my kitchen like his father did.”

Pippin groaned as Diamond giggled.. “Next time I am NOT hiring you as the midwife. Too many embarrassing stories.” he glowered.

“Well, I’m not an option. After Meadows’ baby, I’m retiring.”

“No..” Pippin said.

Celandine handed little Faramir to his mother and turned to Pippin. “Yes. I need to spend more time with my family, Tooks included.” Celandine hugged him, just like he was a lad again.