I've become a great fan of pure conversation stories, which consist entirely of conversations and a few actions, which will be put between asterisks. I.E. *laughs* etc. etc. So, sit back and enjoy. Some of these are pure fluff, some are fluffy with deeper emotional issues at the core. (Like a theological bunny) DISCLAIMER: I regretfully say that these characters are NOT mine, they belong to Professor J.R.R. Tolkien, and always will, I am merely playing with them and I promise, as always, to play nice. *GRINS*

Enjoy!!

Hobbit Lass21

I often take events from the books and play around with them. I got to wondering about the events leading up to Merry and Pippin *AHEM* 'running into' Sam and Frodo in Farmer Maggots field. For the sake of understanding, Pippin speaks first, then Merry, and there are no other characters in this...whatever you want to call it. A "Conversie", I suppose. I've made Merry sound like he was slightly opposed to this, but Pippin eventually talks him into it. I think it's the Accent. I know I'D go and swipe carrots with Pippin.....PLEASE POST REVIEW
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“Let’s do it!”

“Um, Try NO.”

“C’mon, y’know you wanna…”

“Actually, I know I definitely DON’T.”

“Party-pooper!”

“That’s me.”

“C’mon, Mer, you NEVER do fun stuff anymore.”

“If your idea of fun is escapade after crazy escapade, I don’t wanna have ANYTHING to do with it!”

“You think you’re too old to have fun with me anymore!”

“That’s not true…”

“YES IT IS!!”

“I just don’t wanna do THIS…”

“Yes you do….”

“Pippin, NO.”

“Mushrooms.”

“What?”

“MUSH-ROOMS.”

“What about em?”

“There’s lots…”

“No, Pippin..”

“AND LOTS...”

“PIPPIN!!”

“AT THE FARM...”

“I don’t want to!!!”

“Mushrooms………”

“Stop tempting me.”

“I’m not tempting you.”

“What do call saying mushrooms over and over again, then?”

“Saying mushrooms over and over again!”

“I can’t believe you…”

“Look, not just mushrooms. There’s carrots and cabbages and...”

“I KNOW!! I WENT THERE LAST WEEK, REMEMBER?? AND ALMOST GOT KILLED BY FARMER MAGGOT!!”

“Well, this time you won’t!”

“Why?”

“Cause you’ll be with me!”

“Somehow I’m not comforted…”

“C’mon, Merry. There’s nothing to DO around here!”

“Well, then, go bother Frodo or something.”

“Can’t. He’s not here.”

“What?”

“He’s gone.”

“Where?”

*shrug* “Somewhere. I don’t know.”

“Odd…Where would he go?”

“Maybe HE went to eat all the mushrooms!!”

“You and your mushrooms!! ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT!! I’LL GO!!”

“Yay!!! Good lad Merry.”

“I’m eight years older than you, so don’t be calling ME lad…”

“Sorry, sorry….Should we go tell our folks we’re going off for a bit?”

“Nah, we’ll be back soon. Where ELSE would we go?”

“Okay. Let’s go then!”

“I can’t believe you talked me INTO this…”

“I can. I can talk anyone into anything!”

‘Bet you couldn’t talk an Elf into letting you do something.”

“Bet I could!”

“No you couldn’t….”

“Yeah, I could. Let’s go get those mushrooms, I’m hungry!”

“You’re ALWAYS hungry….”

This one may be a tad more difficult to understand. The first two speakers are Aragorn and Pippin, then Boromir arrives and Aragorn departs. Then, finally, Pippin leaves and Legolas and Boromir have the last few lines. I've tried to put names in the lines so as to make it a bit more understandable, but forgive me if it's difficult. I've always enjoyed the relationship between Boromir and Merry and Pippin. I mean, the guy DIED for them. So, it's always fun to play around around with that relationship. PLEASE POST REVIEW
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“No.”

*sigh* “I’m not going to ask you again, Pippin…”

“You won’t have to, because I’m NOT getting in that boat! I’ll walk.”

“You CANNOT walk, because you cannot keep up and we will leave you behind!”

“Then I’ll stay here, with the Elves!”

“Somehow I don’t think you’ll be welcome…..”

“And why not?”

*sigh* “Pippin, just GET IN THE BOAT! It’s perfectly safe..”

“If it’s so safe, then YOU get in first!!!!”

*footsteps* “What’s the problem, Aragorn?”

“Pippin refuses to get into the boat and I am at my wits end!”

“I’m NOT getting in!!! I hate water.”

“Well, I hate arguing with a hobbit!!”

“Then stop!”

*laughter* “The halfling has a point, Aragorn.”

“I’m a hobbit, not a halfling.”

“It is the same thing. Look, Aragorn, I’LL try and reason with him. You concern yourself with less stubborn people.”

“I will.” *sigh* “The things I put up with..” *footsteps leading away*

“I’m STILL not getting in!!”

“Then Merry and I shall.”

“You do that- Merry? He’s getting in that contraption?”

“It’s called a boat.”

“I KNOW. Why’s he getting in?”

“He’s not afraid of water.”

“I never said I was AFRAID. I just said I didn’t like it.”

“Well, I’ll tell you something, I don’t particularly like it either. But I’m going.”

“Why?”

“I promised the Council I would follow Frodo. And that means across water.”

*silence*

“You promised too…”

“Will that THING tip over?”

“It’s Elf-made. It shouldn’t.”

*silence.*

“Well?”

*sigh* “I suppose… but don’t let that thing tip over!”

*smile* “Yes sir.”

“Then.. I guess I’ll go... get... in…” *gulp* *footsteps leading away*

“How did you do that, Boromir?”

“Legolas! You startled me! *smile* You just have to appeal to the things they value most. Their honor and their friends.”

“Halflings certainly are amazing creatures.”

“Indeed….”

I've made this one easy, it's just Sam and Frodo. This story is set slightly before Gollum enters the story and I was playing with the idea that Frodo feels regret at Gandalfs 'death' and is wondering if he could've done something to save him. That kind of regret can take away your appitite. Good ol' Sam.... PLEASE POST REVIEW
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“I told you Sam, I’m not hungry!”

“You NEVER eat anythin’ anymore. You’re going to disappear if you aren’t careful!”

*shivers* “Please don’t speak of disappearing.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Thank you. Now you eat that lembas there, I’m not hungry.”

“That’s what you said yesterday, Mr. Frodo, and the day before that and the day before that and…”

*smile* “I never thought I’d be forcing Samwise Gamgee to eat. Come on, go ahead.”

“No. Not until you do.”

“I’ve never ever met a hobbit, or anything else for that matter, that’s as stubborn as you, Sam.”

“Well, you’re being stubborn too. I don’t think Mr. Gandalf would’ve wanted you to starve yourself!”

“Speaking of Gandalf doesn’t help my appetite any, Sam…”

“So THAT’S what this is all about!”

“That’s what what is all about?”

“You miss him.”

“Who?”

“Gandalf.”

*irritatedly* “Of COURSE I do!”

“So you’re starving yourself?”

“I’m just not hungry Sam, can’t we leave it at that?”

“No. Just because Mr. Gandalf is gone, doesn’t mean you have to beat yourself up about it.”

*silence*

“Mr. Frodo?”

“I just wish…I could’ve DONE something…anything…”

“You couldn’t have. No one could’ve, not even Strider or Boromir.”

“Why?”

*shrugs* “Maybe them folks that control the world didn’t want them to. The Valar, or somethin’ like that.”

“Well, needless to say, I’m pretty irritated at the Valar right now.”

*smile* “Well, we all are.”

*silence*

“At any rate, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyones fault.”

“People keep saying that, but I still don’t feel any better…”

“Well, p’raps you won’t for a while. P’raps none of us will. I know I sure don’t feel much better.”

*smile* “I suppose that’s true……Sam?”

“Yes, Mr. Frodo?”

“Pass me some of that lembas, will you?”

*smile* “Of course, Mr. Frodo.”

*softly* “Thank you, Sam.”

Merry and Pippin again! This story takes place right before Theoden, and Gandalf come riding up to the gates of Isengard and see our two favorite halflings sitting on the gate, smoking and eating. I had fun playing with the salted pork thing.... PLEASE POST REVIEW
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“Well?”

“Nope.”

“How about now?”

“Nope.”

“Now?”

“Look, Pippin, if you’re so keen upon greeting them, then YOU look and I’ll eat!”

“No, no, you’re doing a FABULOUS job of looking!!”

*sarcastically* ‘Oh, thank-you. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome!”

*rolls eyes*

“What?”

“Nothing…”

“It IS something, I can see- Hey, was that them?”

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. You forget the keen Brandybuck eyesight!”

*mumbling* “Keen Brandybuck eyesight…..”

*sigh* “It’s REALLY uncomfortable up here!!”

“You could’ve stayed down here, on top of the gate, but no, you had get up on that tower…..thingy….”

“I see better up here!! Besides, Treebeard told us specifically that Strider and Gandalf and the king would come HERE.”

“So you had to be the lookout.”

“YOU were the one who had to appear all nonchalant when they come, as if you weren’t surprised a bit!” *sigh* “Is it your turn yet?”

“After this…”

“Are you eating all the pork down there?”

*irritated* “No, I am NOT eating all the pork down here!!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Come down and see for yourself!”

“Are you kidding? It took me seven tries to get up here!!”

“Then stay put and let me eat all the pork!”

“Aha! So you ARE eating all of it!”

“Maybe.”

*sigh* “Don’t make me come down there and steal some.”

“Too late. I ate the last.”

“WHAT?!!? JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET DOWN THERE!!” *scrambling noises, THUD* “Ouch.”

“Why’d you go and jump? You smushed all the food!”

“It’s called FALLING, Pippin. Hey.. there’s still pork left!! You sneak! You lied to get me down here.”

“Well, I’m right. You can see just fine from right here.”

“Ha, ha, ha!”

“You can get back up now, if you’d like.”

“I just might- They’re here!!!” *ahem* “Welcome, my lords, to Isengard!”

I suspect that it was killing poor Pippin to know that Merry was irritated at him. My idea of what Gandalf might've said to help Peregrin understand exactly why Merry was so mad. One fo my first theological-y conversies. PLEASE POST REVIEW
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“Gandalf?”

“Yes, Peregrin?”

“How long until we get there??”

*sigh* “We should be there sometime tomorrow.”

“How fast can Shadowfax run?”

“Fast.”

“HOW fast?”

“Faster than this.”

“Why doesn’t he, then?”

“Because, Peregrin, you would most likely fall off.”

“I wouldn’t fall.”

“How do you know?”

“I just…do.”

*sarcastically* “Wise answer.”

*silence* “What did Aragorn do with it?”

“With what?”

“It.”

“What is it?”

“That…that …….ball …. thing.”

“The Palantir? He put it somewhere safe. Why do you want to know? So you can make a fool of yourself again?”

*softly* “No. So no-one else can find it.”

*startled* “Oh.”

“I didn’t mean to, Gandalf, I honestly didn’t, I just..…I….”

“No need to defend yourself, Peregrin Took, I know.”

*silence* “Is Merry really, really mad at me?”

“Only you should know, he didn’t say anything to me about being ‘really really mad’.”

“I think he is.”

“You’re probably right.”

*uncomfortably* “I don’t like it when he’s so mad, and I can’t do anything about it. Why is he so mad? I didn’t do anything to him.”

“I think he was more scared than mad.”

“Why? He didn’t look at…It.”

“Yes, but you did.”

“I don’t understand.”

“He was concerned about you. When someone is concerned about someone, they oftentimes get mad at them.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Let me think of an example. Lets say Merry was…climbing a tree, and he climbed too high and fell out. What would you do?”

“I’d kill him for being so foolish!”

“That is my point.”

“Oh.”

“Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

“Good.”

*silence*

“We should be there in about……six or seven hours.”

*yawn*

“Try and sleep.”

“I’m fine.”

“That was not a request.”

“What if…I dream about….It?”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“I just…do.”

*smile* “Okay. G’night Gandalf.”

“Good night.”

This one is drabble-sized and plays with Pippin obliviousness. Three speakers, Pippin, Merry and Gimli. I love Pippin.... PLEASE POST REVIEW
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“What do you do with that ax, Gimli?”

“Chop things.”

“Things?”

“Orcs, goblins..” *irritated* “Annoying hobbits.”

*footsteps* “Pippin?”

“Yes, Merry?”

*beckoning* “C’mere.”

*shrugs, follows*

“I think it would be wise for you to NOT bother Gimli.”

“Why?”

“What does he do with that axe?”

“Chop things.”

“Like what?”

“Orcs, goblins, annoying…hobbits….”

“Yes…..”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘Oh’.”

*indignant* I was just curious.”

“Well I’m curious about whether Gandalf really CAN transform people into toads and stones and such, but you don’t see me asking!”

“You have a point…”

“Glad that you see it.”

“Still…..I wonder what Legolas DOES with those knives.”

“PIPPIN!!”

The scene where Pippin and Merry are whispering "Are we lost?" "Shh,Gandalf's thinking. "I think we're lost" always delgihts me. *as in, makes me laugh hysterically* So, I decided to play with that more, adding poor Frodo into the mix.
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“Where are we?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think we’re lost?”

“Probably.”

*from ahead* “YOU KNOW, PEREGRIN TOOK AND MERIADOC BRANDYBUCK, SOUND CARRIES IN THIS MINE SO I CAN HEAR EVERY SINGLE WORD YOU’RE SAYING.”

“Oops.”

“Oops is right, Pip!”

“Well, I just wanted to know. I can’t see my hand in front of my face.”

“I’ve never understood that phrase. Why would you WANT to? It doesn’t help if you’re stuck in a mine or something.”

*behind them* “Merry, Pippin, you’re being very loud.”

“Frodo, We are hobbits. Of course we are loud!”

“I understand, Merry, but I think Gandalf is ready to turn you two into stones and leave you here to mark the way for any other people who might stumble into this place!!”

“Why?”

“Because he gets irritated easily, Pippin.”

“Why would he get irritated at us?”

*sigh* “Because, you are being LOUD, PIPPIN!!!!”

*from ahead* “Frodo, would you PLEASE keep your voice down??”

“Sorry Gandalf.” * to Merry and Pippin* “NOW look what you made me do!!”

*snicker* “You’d better keep it down, Frodo.”

*smiling* “Yes, or else Gandalf will turn YOU into a stone and leave you here!!”

*grumbling* “See if I ever try and give advice to YOU two again…”

“I thought you would’ve learned by now, Frodo, never try and advise a Brandybuck!”

*laughing* “Or a Took!”

“Yeah, yeah…. Move, I’m going to walk ahead with Gandalf. Maybe then I can get away from certain peoples remarks….trust a Brandybuck and a Took…”

In this, Pippin is (yet again) pestering Frodo. Only this time it's worth something. Another Theological Bunny, 2 speakers.
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“Frodo?”

“Mmmph?”

“Are you asleep?”

“Yes.”

“No you aren’t, you’re talking!”

“Well, I WISH I was asleep!!”

“You’re crabby.”

“I certainly am! Go to sleep.”

“All right, BE that way! I was just wondering about something…..”

*sigh* “I’m never going to go back to sleep, am I?” *sits up* “Okay, tell me.”

“It’s just… I never told my folks that I was leaving.”

“You didn’t know you were. You were off stealing mushrooms when you *AHEM* “ran into” Sam and I.”

“I know. But if I’d just TOLD them…. What if they think something’s happened to me?”

“They’d be right.”

“But what if they think I’m dead? What if something happened to THEM?”

“There isn’t much you can do. We’re kind of out in the wilderness.”

“I know. I still miss them though. Frodo, do you trust Strider?”

*silence*

“Frodo?”

*sigh* “Yes. Yes I do.”

“You hesitated. How come?”

“I don’t know if I can really trust anyone. And, needless to say, he isn’t exactly the best at introducing himself.”

*laughs* “Gave you quite a turn, did he, dragging you up the stairs like that?”

*uncomfortable* “Well, yes! I was afraid he was with…Them.”

“He doesn’t look much like a Ringwraith.”

“Don’t talk about them, please.”

“Well, at any rate, serves you right, wearing the Ring and scaring us all to death!”

*irritated* “Peregrin Took, it was an accident and you know it!”

“Whatever you say…”

“Actually if it was anyone’s fault, it was yours! Talking about your cousins and second cousins like that, giving us away!”

*uncomfortable* “It wasn’t my fault….”

*laughing* “Who’s uncomfortable NOW?”

“Oh, go to sleep Frodo.”

“Gladly.”

*softly* “I sure can’t sleep. I dream about home.”

*gently* “Dream about the way it is. Dream about what we’re fighting for.”

*yawns* “’K. G’night Frodo.”

“Good night.”

In this, Frodo is feeling how much he's changed. This takes place the day before King Aragorn/Elessar's coronation. Some of you who've read my other things, will notice the subtle tribute to Celandine.
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*footsteps* “Frodo?”

“Strider-er, King Elessar! You startled me.”

“Forgive me.”

“It’s all right. How are you?”

“Quite well. Frodo….Do you miss your home?’

*silence*

“Frodo?”

*softly* “Yes.”

“You’re did this for them, y’know. All the ones back in your country.”

*softly* “I know. I just wish I didn’t have to lose them in the process.”

“What do you mean?”

“Its just…the Shire won’t seem the same, after all this.”

“Do you think it will change?”

“No. It’s me. I’ve changed. Not just in appearance either. I’m afraid I’ve changed so much, that home won’t seem like home anymore. Too much has happened.”

“Have you talked to Sam about this?”

*smile* “Sam….no. He hasn’t changed like I have. He’s so happy about going home. I don’t want to spoil that.”

“Are you going home with him?”

“Of course! I need to get everything in order, and see how everyone is doing. Fatty Bolger, Esmerelda and Saradoc Brandybuck, Paladin and Eglantine Took, Celandine and Matthais Brandybuck…..But still…. I wonder how long it will last…”*yawn*

“Try to sleep. My crowning is tomorrow and I can’t keep my guest of honor up all night talking.”

*smile* “Good night, sir.” *yawns*

*smile* *softly* “Good night….sir.”

This takes place during the Entmoot. I mean, the hobbits would've done SOMETHING to entertain themselves, no? Theological Bunny, two speakers. My tribute to Celandine is bigger here.

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“So, what and who would you like to see, at this very moment Merry?”

“A pint.”

*rolls eyes* “You KNOW what I mean! Someone from home.”

“How can I pick just one?”

“Okay, three people!”

“Three pints.”

“MERRY!!”

“Y’know, Treebeard should be finished any minute now with that Moot thing, so I think we’d better be getting back…”

“I think you’re embarrassed…”

“Why?”

“Embarrassed to say ‘Estella Bo-OW!! DON’T HIT ME!”

“I didn’t hit you, Peregrin Took, I POKED you.”

“It still hurt. But I’m right aren’t I?”

“About what?”

“Estella Bolger AND DONT YOU DARE HIT ME!!”

“Maybe. What about a certain lass from Long Cleeve?”

“I’m going to be the one hitting you in just a few minutes if you don’t shut your mouth right now….”

*snicker* “Well, lets see….I’d love to see Fatty Bolger again….There’s one, your turn.”

“Take the obvious one. *smile* Good ol’ Fatty…. Hmm…..I hate to say it, but my annoying sister, Vinca. Your turn.”

“Celandine Brandybuck.”

“Who’s that again?”

*rolls eyes* “The midwife.”

“I though she was Celandine Took….”

“She married Matthais Brandybuck.”

*incredulous* “WHEN??”

“A while ago….*smiles* Remember how we used to call her Landy?”

“Maybe YOU did……”

“So did you. In fact, you called her “’andy.” Couldn’t say your ‘L’s’ until you were at least six. She thought it was so cute…..”

*irritated* “Come here and let ME poke YOU…..”

“Oh, stop that. Hmm…Celandine delivered everyone, it seems…even Frodo.”

*quietly* “That’s another one. I miss Frodo.”

*quietly* “Me too. And my parents. And..and…everyone. I’ll bet they think we’re dead.”

*half-smile* “A couple months ago, I would’ve milked that for all it was worth. But now…now I just want to go home.”

“We have to stay here and help our friends. *pokes Pippin* Why’d you have to go and get me all emotional?”

*snickers* “Stop that. Hey, Treebeards coming back!”

What exactly made Merry and Pippin eavesdrop on the Council? I believe it was Pippin's idea. It's amazing how many thing he unwittingly thrust himself and Merry into..... Three speakers, Pip, Merry and Elrond, regular fluff. PLEASE POST REVIEWS
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“We sure are high up!!”

*nervous* “I think we should get down. Elrond won’t be happy if he finds us way up here. Where ARE we?”

“I think we’re in one of the topmost towers. Hey look! A window!”

“Oh dear. Pippin, you know how you are with windows…”

“Look at this VIEW!!! HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…!!!!! It echoes!”

“….hey you’re right…HELLOOOOO!!!!!!”

*giggling* “This is fun! HELLLOOOOOOO…..!!!!

*laughing* “HELLOO!!!!

*from behind them* “Hello.”

*in unison* “MR. ELROND!!!”

*smiles* “What are you doing. Peregrin and Meriadoc?”

*nervously* ‘Um, uh, uh….nothing, Sir. Pippin was just….”

“I was just…yeah.”

“Just what?”

“Just….making echoes?”

“I see. Well please keep it down, I’m on my way to a council and I don’t believe they will appreciate loud echoes all around them.”

“Yes sir. We’ll get down.”

“We will? OW! I mean we will! *whispering* Don’t you dare poke me again, Meriadoc Brandybuck!”

“Very good. Namarie, halflings.” *footsteps leading away*

“Why’d you go and pokes me??”

“We HAVE to agree with him, he’s some sort of a king!”

“Well, it still hurt…council…..wonder if they’ll talk about Frodo.”

“Don’t even THINK about it Peregrin Took!! We are going to go QUIETLY back to our rooms and QUIETLY wait for Gandalf to tell us what to do, which he will most likely do very shortly.”

“Of course we will. We will also take the scenic way back. More educational.”

“I’m guessing the ‘scenic way’ just so happens to go right past where that council is being held.”

“Exactly. That’s the educational part!”

“I can’t believe you…”

“Aren’t you curious? Just a little?”

“……..yes.”

“Don’t you want to figure out what exactly is going on?”

“Yes.”

“Then lets go!”

*sigh* “Okay. But just for five minutes!”

“Right. Just five minutes. We get in, watch from an inconspicuous place, then leave. Simple.”

“Fine, lets go. *to self* What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Concerning hobbits, but the hobbits themselves speak rarely in this one. I suspect that Gandalf knew that Boromir desired the Ring, so this has undertones of that suspicion. Still, I think that Boromir's affection for the hobbits battled with his desire for the Ring. Theological Bunny, two or three speakers, as always PLEASE POST REVIEW.

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“Do you really believe this is wise, Mithrandir?”

“Believe what is wise?”

“Taking along all these….these…halflings!”

“If not wise, then unavoidable. One is the Ringbearer, the other three will not be parted from him.”

“I believe the younger ones think it some sort of game, some novelty that they can have fun with. They don’t even seem to know what we’re trying to do!”

“You are probably right. Thus far, everything has been a game for the younger ones. In many ways they are still children.”

“It seems wrong, somehow, to make them grow up so fast.”

“It will take a lot to make those two grow up. But I believe it is for the better, somehow.”

“If you say so. *smiles* They ARE funny creatures, aren’t they?”

“Funny isn’t the word I would’ve used. Odd, perhaps. Brave, courageous, surprising, fascinating. Words of that sort.”

“Surprising?”

“Yes. It certainly surprised me when Frodo agreed to take the Ring all the way to Mordor and beyond, if necessary. Out of nature for a hobbit, to say the least.”

“I saw your face at the council when he agreed. You did not look pleased.”

*silence*

“Mithrandir?”

“I wasn’t. I thought that nothing good could come out of this. Now I know differently.”

“You think it will change him?”

“Of course.”

“For the better, or the worse?”

“That remains yet to be seen.”

*from behind* “PIPPIN!!! STOP THAT OR SO HELP ME I’LL……”

*smile* “Fascinating is right, Mithrandir. *pause* What about the younger two? How will they change?”

“I am a wizard, not a prophet. I don’t know how Meridoc and Peregrin will change. Perhaps aqquire some sense, at the least.”

“I can’t shake this feeling of regret. As if I am taking advantage of their…their….”

“Innocence? You are not taking advantage of anything, Boromir, son of Denethor. ”

*from behind* “PIPPIN!!”

*smile* “I will deal with them.” *footsteps leading away*

‘At least, you aren’t taking advantage, yet.” *sigh*

I don't think that Boromir and Frodo were enemies, per se, just had that one conflict. This explores both of their longings for their homes. Theological Bunny, two speakers as always PLEASE POST REVIEWS
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“Lovely view.”

“Hmm? Yes, yes it is. Lothlorien certainly is beautiful”

*sigh* “But not so beautiful as home.”

*raises eyebrows* “Go on.”

“You see, in the White City, on the topmost peak ,you can see for miles. The Pellennor fields….Osgiliath and the river in the distance.”

“Can you see…Mordor from there…?”

“Yes. It makes it so no-one can sneak up on us. It’s a good thing.”

“I’m not so sure. I’ve had enough dreams about Mordor. I don’t think I could stand seeing it everyday.”

“You dream about Mordor, Ringbearer?”

“Frodo.”

“Right, Frodo. Do you?”

“Yes. Often. Nearly every night.*sigh* The White City sounds lovely.”

“Perhaps we’ll go there.”

“We?”

“The Fellowship. Perhaps the White City would benefit from what you carry…?”

“Forgive me, but I don’t think so. I don’t think anyone could benefit from…this.”

“All right, all right…..what about your home?”

“What about it?”

“What do you miss about it?”

*heavy sigh* “Everything.”

“Elaborate, please.”

“I miss….The sun coming up over the mill and shining on The Water. I miss coming home to Bag End at the end of the day, and…KNOWING that I’m home. But mostly.. it’s all the little woods, all the parties under the grand old Party Tree, all the tiny rivers, not so big that you get hopelessly drenched, but not so little you can splash in them. Everything.”

“Your family?”

“Depends on what you classify as family.”

“Parents, siblings?”

“None. I’m an only child. My parents died when I was young. Drowned.”

“It’s a marvel you can get near water at all, then.”

“Not really. It wasn’t the waters fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. *softly* It took me years to accept that as truth. Bilbo’s my closest family. But of course there are dozens of aunts and uncles and twice that many cousins. If you gave a hobbit all the time in the world, he could trace his family tree to every hobbit that ever lived.” *sigh*

“How ARE you doing now?”

“In regards to what? Homesickness? If so, I’m half-dead from it. If it’s not Mordor, I dream about home. Loneliness? Hardly, Sam barely leaves my side, and I’m glad of it. The dreams seem to not matter so much if he’s there. Hunger? Just ate a fine lunch, thank you.”

“The Ring.”

“What about it?”

*smiles* “You seem determined to dodge all and any questions today. That’s what I’m referring to.”

“Oh. Fine.”

“Mmm-hm.” *raises eyebrows*

*laughs* “You don’t believe me, do you, sir?”

“Boromir.”

“Right, Boromir. You don’t believe me.”

“Of course not.”

*smiles* “I’m actually, truthfully all right. Just a little tired. Conversation helps.”

“With what?”

*softly* “It makes me feel I’m not so alone.”

*quietly* “You aren’t, Frodo, you aren’t.”

What were the other hobbits opinions of Arwens appearance? This draws from the movies, for those of us who are irritaed that Arwen took Glorfindels part. Three speakers, mostly fluff, as always PLEASE POST REVIWS. Good gravy, next time I'll put all these up and THEN publish them. I'm having trouble keeping up with you!
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“Who WAS that?”

*hurriedly* “Never you mind. Hurry up.”

“You’re no help, Strider. Who was that, Merry?”

“Never you mind, Pip.”

“She was lovely. She’s an Elf, right?”

“No, she’s a Dwarf- OF COURSE SHE’S AN ELF!!”

“Well I was just wondering…..how do you know she isn’t a Man?”

“Because she’s a girl.”

“You know what I mean. A FEMALE Man.”

“If a short person with a beard and an ax came walking up and spoke in Dwarvish to Strider, what would you say it was?”

“A Dwarf of course!”

“Then it stands to reason, that if a tall person with pointed ears and a sword comes riding up on a big white horse and speaks in Elvish to Strider, that means it’s an Elf.”

“Well, that’s what I thought. I was merely asking you to clarify. *sigh* Do you think Frodo’ll be all right?”

“What do you think?”

*pause* “I don’t know. I HOPE he will. But hoping doesn’t come close to knowing. He was in a pretty bad way.”

“You’re telling me. *sigh* I should’ve stayed there and protected him, instead of running. I should’ve, I should’ve, I should’ve…”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it. We didn’t promise to protect him or anything. Still, I wonder what those wraiths wanted…..”

“Who knows? *heavy sigh* I wish I was back home, sitting at the Green Dragon with a pint, instead of running through the woods with who-knows-what on my heels. Hobbits aren’t made for this kind of thing…”

“Bilbo was. Is. Will be. However you choose to say it.”

“True.”

*proudly* “That’s the Tookish part of him, I expect.”

“Well, perhaps what made Frodo go on this nonsensical trip was the Brandybuck side of him, so there, hurry up, keep running and save your breath.”

“Fine, fine. I do hope we’ll be able to go home soon. I want to get back to regular mealtimes. Can you believe Strider only eats twice a day, if any?”

“I can believe it. He’s so lean and limber.”

“When do YOU think we’ll be able to go home?”

“Soon, I hope.”

“Hoping doesn’t come close to knowing. I don’t want to go on an adventure at this moment. I’ll bet I’d just get in the way…”

*giggles* A very fluffy one, involving lively banter. Three speakers, fluff-fluff-fluff PLEASE POST REVIEWS
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“I’m getting seasick…”

“How do you knOoooh!!!!!. *to Treebeard* Please don’t jump like that.”

“Sorry, little hroom, hroom, hobbitling. It was actually more of a hoom, bruuhoom, step.”

“All right, but please be mindful, as we DO happen to be up here. *to Pippin* How do you know how it feels to be seasick, as you’ve never been on the sea?”

*sickly* “Well, I don’t know, but if I did…mmph….Treebeard, please….I’d feel exactly like this……oh my stomach…”

“Well, look on the bright side, you can’t get sick, as you don’t have anything in your stomach besides that piece of Orc-bread.”

*irritated* “This is your idea of the bright side?”

*holding back his laughter* “mmf……I’m sorry…”

“What?”

“It’s just……when you look at me like that, with your hair all in your face and with that glare, you remind me of that one time I accidentally dumped water on my mother’s chickens. You have the same offended look on your face. *laughing*”

*glowering* “I’d get down there and shove you, if I wasn’t sure I’d fall and kill myself.”

*giggling* “Forgive me, Pip, but you make a perfect wet hen!”

“Yes, yes… You may have your fun….*muttering* I’m about to die of seasickness, and he’s laughing…”

“For the second time, you are not seasick ,you are nauseous. *notices something* Hey…is that Isengard?”

“Isengard? Where? *turns around so swiftly, he almost falls off* Ahh!!”

*rolls eyes* “Yes, you seem really worried about not falling…”

*regains his balance* “Well, I was just interested to see what Isengard actually looks like.”

*harshly* “You just barely escaped seeing it firsthand and being tortured and most likely killed and all sorts of other unpleasant things, so I would think you wouldn’t be so eager to see it!!”

*taken aback* “Merry!”

“What?”

*apologetically* “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it…bothered you so much.”

*half-smiles* “ Not everyone can recover from near-death experiences like you, Pippin.”

“Are you….okay?”

*shakes head* “What do you think? Y’know, the entire time we were with the Uruks I was thinking about everything I still wanted to do and everything I wouldn’t be able to do now. Because, I knew I was going to die. And, like the coward I am, I was afraid.”

*softly* “You’re no coward, Merry. You’re braver than I am. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

*smiles* “Well, the feeling is mutual. Hey, Treebeard, is that where you live?”

I love Tom Bombadil and Goldberry. Have you ever noticed how at night you seem to understand more, but you don't always like what you understand? I've been playing with the idea that Frodo had slight sneaking suspicions that this would be more than a simple journey to Bree. Last one, for today, this is the last one I've wirtten, but stay tuned for more (I'd appreciate ideas for further stories) PLEASE POST REVIEWS
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“Hello, Sir Halfling.”

*startled* “Goldberry!! I-I mean..*bows* Good evening, River-daughter.”

*smiles* “You are fairer spoken than most mortals, Mr. Baggins. Pray tell, what might you be looking at? I sense your anxiety, little one, so do not look so innocent. You are safe from any woodland mischief in Tom Bomdadils home.”

“I’m not afraid of anything outside. Just looking at the stars. *sighs* They’re so beautiful. I doubt I’ll see the stars this way again.”

“How so?”

*pauses, shakes head* “I don’t know why I said that. I just had a feeling that….. it’s foolish, never mind.”

“Many things that seem foolish really are not at all. Continue.”

“I just felt as if it would be a terribly long time before I saw the Shire sky. Which is ridiculous, because I’m merely going to Bree, which is scarcely beyond the Shire borders.”

“Maybe something shall go awry, and you will be forced to go further than that.”

“I hope not. Bree is enough of an adventure for me. Do you know if I’ll go further? Please tell me, if you do. Everything in my future seems so dark and uncertain.”

“As it should be. Mortals are not meant to be privy to their own personal futures. *smiles* Feel no anxiety. All will be well in the end, this I know for sure, beyond anything else.”

“I am not so sure as you, milady. I fear the darkness and all that comes from it.”

*cocks her head* “So you DO fear things outside. *sets her hand on his shoulder* Fear nothing tonight. Sleep. Tom Bombadil’s home is a haven for weary travelers. Do not dream again of darkness and sadness. Dream, instead, of peace and home. *softly, so as not to wake him* Peace be with you, Frodo of the Shire.”

Oh yes, very nice, an encounter with Pippin and Arwen. (I believe that you all have finally figured out who my fave hobbit is.....*grins*) I have a handy-dandy Elvish dictionary by my side, which has been a lifesaver, so I won't have to guess at what exactly 'hobbit' is in Elvish. I'm going to model myself after a few of my more experienced (not to mention more talented) Fanfic collegues and admit requests. So if you want a conversie (my new phrase) just ask away! I need the ideas........
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“Um, uh..my lady?”

*smiles* “You should be asleep, Master Peregrin. It is late.”

“I couldn’t sleep. So, I took a walk.”

“Around Rivendell, in the dark? How did you find you way? And, more importantly, how will you get back?”

“Merry and I explored earlier.”

*stifling a smile* “I see. What did you want to ask me?”

“I’m just curious about something I heard earlier. Who, exactly, is Estel?”

*smiles* “That is Aragorn.”

“Why is he called Estel?”

“It was his name when he was younger.”

“But he’s also called Strider, right?”

“Among other things, yes.”

*sighs* “I don’t think I could manage more than one name…”

“Maybe that’s because hobbit names are so long. Meriadoc, for instance.”

“Well, we don’t find them that long. I must admit I find your Elven names odd. Ar-arwen Undom-undom….”

“Undomiel.”

“What does that mean?”

“Evenstar.”

“Oh. Okay then.”

*playfully* “ What does Peregrin mean?”

“I have no idea. It’s a bird, I think. Our names don’t usually mean much of anything…”

“I see. I’ve heard that Frodo is also called Elvellon. Or was at one point.”

“What does THAT mean?”

“You certainly are full of questions, aren’t you? Well, I’ll let you figure it out. Elve-ellon. Mellon means friend, so…….?”

“Elve-mellon, elve-friend…..Elf-friend!”

“Good. You’ll be speaking Elvish in no time.”

“I don’t think so. The words don’t come the right way. They jump around in my mouth and end up all garbled. I like hearing it spoken better than speaking it myself.”

“Well, then I’ll speak some. Quel du, ortheriperian.”

“And that means?”

*smiles* “Good night, master hobbit.”

There I go again, inserting my ideas into Tolkiens script. This is fairly self-explainitory, takes place directly before the palantir scene (which I still can't watch without flinching on behalf of poor Pip...) two speakers, not as fluffy as some of my earlier writings.
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“Merry?”

“Hm?”

“Where do you think Frodo and Sam are, at this exact moment?”

“Asleep, if they’re smart.”

“You’re never serious when I need you to be. I mean, do you think that they’ve destroyed the Ring?”

“If they have, I’d think we would’ve had more evidence. Something like an earthquake or such.”

“Well, perhaps you’re right. *sigh* I was just wondering. Do you think they’ve made it to Mordor yet?”

*shrugs* “I have no idea. Maybe.”

“I was just wondering if they were okay. Just wondering if something has happened to them. What if the enemy wins? *softly* What if everything is for naught?”

*heavy sigh* “I’m not going to get any sleep am I? What’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem.”

“Pippin, whenever you start musing about the fate of the world, you have something on your mind.”

“It’s just that…….ball thing.”

*rolls eyes* “What about it?”

“Doesn’t it….interest you? At all?”

“No.”

“I mean, it came from Isengard and it’s obviously something important.”

“And your point would be?”

“I held it. For just a second, but I knew it was something… interesting. Important. Magical, even.”

“That probably means it’s dangerous.”

“Gandalf is magical-“

“And he’s much more dangerous than he appears. You know that. He’s a wizard, and wizards are dangerous. Now, you had better go to sleep and I don’t want to hear any more musing about Rings and ball thingies.”

*gets up* “In a second. I just want to look at it…just once more…..”

“Pippin, don’t….Pippin…..…..PIPPIN!!”

One of my favorite scenes in ROTK, is the one where Eowyn gives Merry his armor. So, being the author I am, I played around with that a little. It stands to reason, that if Eowyn really WAS in love with Aragorn she would want to find out a little about Arwen. Who better to tell her, than one of the Fellowship? In the process, however, she finds out quite a bit about Hobbits in general. A bit of a theological bunny, two speakers, PLEASE POST REVIEWS.

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“Master Meriadoc?”

“Merry.”

“Oh, yes. I-I had a question for you.”

“Well, I can’t promise that I can answer it. What is it?”

“Who gave Lord Aragorn that jewel?”

“Aragorn…..oh, you mean Strider!”

*nods* “Yes…Strider.”

“Um…I think it might’ve been Lady Arwen Undom-Undom-….I can never say her name. But I think it was her.”

“Yes. Who IS she?”

“Lady Arwen Un….Lady Arwen.”

“But, is she a lady from where he was raised? Is she a relative?”

“No, she’s an Elf.”

*surprised* “An Elf! *to self* I’d suspected it…but I had hoped……”

“Hoped what?”

“Nothing. *sighs* Have you……or Master Peregrin…ever had a…lady friend?”

*snort* “Hardly. I’m just barely of age and Pip’s not even close.”

*confused* “But I thought you said that you were near thirty-five….”

“It’s different for hobbits. We don’t even come of age until thirty-three.”

“Oh. Are there any other little-known differences between hobbits and Men?”

“Well, aside from the obvious, our height, and the fact that shoes are unnecessary, *wiggles toes proudly* we eat a lot.”

*stifling a smile* “I’ve noticed.”

*proudly* ‘Six times a day. Plus snacks. And we don’t live in these….tall houses.”

“What DO you live in then? Trees?”

*shudders* “No, no, no, no, no! Hobbit holes.”

“Holes?”

“HOBBIT holes. They’re MUCH better furnished than rabbit holes or badger holes. Bag End is one of the finest.”

“Bag End…that’s where your friend Frodo lives, right?”

*sadly* “Yes. *sighs* I wonder where he is now…. That’s another thing about hobbits. We aren’t usually much for adventures….”

“So, your friend is unusual?”

“In more ways than that. Frodo always was different. Elvish, almost. Sad and noble at the same time.”

*sadly* “We’re back to the Elves. They seem vastly superior to us of the race of Men. *quietly* How can I ever hope to compete with immortality?”

“Don’t underestimate yourself. You could give an Elf a run for his money, least-a-ways at swordwork and such.”

*smiles* “Thank-you, Meriadoc.”

“MERRY, my lady.”

*to self* “Fitting name. *to Merry* Well, if you insist, then you must call me Eowyn. No more of this ‘my lady’ business.”

“All right then, my lady.”

*rolls eyes* “I have an idea. While we’re waiting for the battle, which I’m beginning to doubt will ever come, I think my uncle has an old suit of armor somewhere…”

*brightens* “Armor? REAL armor?”

*laughs* “Of course. Come along Master hobbit.”

“Y’mean with, a sword?”

*laughs*

This is on the request of cher, who asked for one of Frodo and Sam pre-Smeagol post-Auduin. I set the right around the very end of FOTR, and pirated a few of the lines. Sam and Frodo, a not as fuzzy bunny, PLEASE POST REVIEWS
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“Are they coming?”

“Are WHO coming?”

“The others.”

*startled* “You think they’d follow us?”

“Well, it’s possible, Mr. Frodo…”

“A lot of things are possible, Sam, but not everything is likely. *looks over his shoulder* Legolas has a boat….. oh dear, they ARE going to follow! Come ON Sam, we have to get out of here. *to self* They CAN’T follow, they simply CAN’T.”

“Wait a second…. It looks like Strider doesn’t want to go. He’s just standing there…. Saying something to the others….”

*smiles* “Strider. He understands.”

“Understands what?”

“That I CAN’T let anyone come with me.”

*hurt* “Anyone?”

*stoically* “ANYONE.”

*softly* “Oh. Okay then…”

*realizing* “Sam, I didn’t mean YOU.”

“Well, you said ANYONE…..”

*smiles* “But I didn’t mean YOU. Besides you’re already here, and I can’t very well LEAVE you ….”

“Well, you could if you honestly wanted to…. It’s possible.”

*smiles* “But unlikely. Grab those bags there. We’re going to have to carry everything we want to keep, as we’re going over mountains and rocks and who knows what else….”

“All right. *sighs* I sort of wish the others were coming with us…..”

“They can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because. Is anyone coming?”

*looks behind* “No…..*confused* Is there a problem with the others coming?”

“In a way………”

“Do you simply just not enjoy company?”

“It’s not as simple as that. I have my reasons, that will stay my reasons and those reasons will stay silent.”

“I meant no offense….”

“I know you didn’t. But there are things that I simply don’t want to speak of so close to….”

“Mordor?”

*nods* “Let me see if I can get up here…*freezes*”

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

*softly* “We are high up…..you can see…Mordor from here….”

“Let me up …..So THAT’S Mordor. “

*nods* “Mordor….I hope the other’s will find a safer road.”

“Strider’ll look after them.”

*sighs* “I don’t suppose we’ll ever see them again.”

“We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may.”

*smiles* “Sam... I’m glad you’re with me.”

“Well, the feeling’s mutual.”

*smiles* “Where are we going next?”

*examines hills* “It certainly is hilly…..should we go just straight across, or take the more round-about route?”

*sighs* “I don’t know….I suppose we should get there as soon as possible, but honestly, I don’t want to get there at all. I suppose we should take the straightest route….. or the most convenient……”

“You’re talking in circles, Mr. Frodo.”

“I’ve had a trying day. Let’s take that route. *points* It seems to be fairly straight-forward and it isn’t all sharp rocks and high hills.”

“All right. Let’s go.”

*silence*

“Mr. Frodo?”

*looking behind him* “I was just wishing I could’ve said good-bye…”

“Well, say it.”

“It won’t be to their faces.”

“But it’ll be better than nothing.”

“I suppose I don’t even WANT to say good-bye… it seems so final..”

“Then say something’s that’s NOT final….that one Elvish word, that means farewell, …what is it?”

“Namarie?”

“That’s the one.”

“All right then. *to wherever they might be* Namarie, Fellowship. *quietly* Until our next meeting, hopefully.”

This is one purely of my own design It's Legolas upon returning to Mirkwood and meeting one of his old friends, a fictional character by the name of Erinadan. Erinadan asks about Legolas's adventures which in turn sparks a conversation about hobbits (of course!). Two speakers, PLEASE POST REVIEWS
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“Mae Govannen, Legolas! Many months have passed since last you walked under fair Mirkwoods branches with me! Come, let us walk. Have you spoken with your father yet?”

*smiles* “Mae Govannen, Erinadan. Yes, I have spoken with him. You did not think I would return home and not at least greet my father before gallivanting around the woods with you?”

*laughs* “I suppose not. Tell me what has happened since you left Mirkwood. What adventures, what battles, what beings have you met with? I want to hear everything.”

“You are as full of questions as a hobbit, Erinadan.”

“A what?”

“A hobbit, a Halfling, one from the Shire.”

“I see. You have met with these creatures then?”

“Yes. They were among my group of companions when we set out from Imladris.”

*raises eyebrows* “Halflings traveled among kings and elves? My, my, this was an interesting quest.”

“Indeed. Four Halflings to be precise. Two left our company after we left the fair country of Lothlorien, and two more were captured by the Uruk-hai.”

“Even I, who have not had any dealings with Halflings since the Lonely Mountain incident many years ago, feel saddened at this news. They were killed, then?”

“No, no, Elessar and Gimli the Dwarf and myself went after them.”

*laughs* “Now I even more questions than before, my friend! But I will stick to the matter at hand. You recovered them safely, yes?”

“In a way. They were put under the care of an Ent.”

*raises eyebrows* “An Ent? One of the treeherders?”

“The same. And about Elessar, yes, it was King Elessar of Gondor who traveled with us, under the name Aragorn. And about Gimli, yes, I traveled with a Dwarf. *smiles* Do not act so surprised, my friend. I can read you like a written page.”

*shakes head* ‘There is still so much I wish to know. I have heard a small portion of what your quest was about, but I am sure nothing could compare to your eye-witness account. Did a Halfling really save the entire world?”

“Indeed. Frodo Baggins the Ringbearer destroyed the Ring in the fires of Mount Doom and in doing so, destroyed Sauron himself.”

“Does he understand that the entire realm of Middle-Earth owes their lives to him?”

“No, I don’t believe he has thought of it that way. But he does understand the magnitude of the quest he has been on. It has changed him greatly.”

“Baggins….why is that name so familiar…..”

“Perhaps you are thinking of Bilbo Baggins, yet another Halfling who has had close dealings with Mirkwood?”

“Yes indeed I am! Are they related, Bilbo and Frodo?”

“Yes. Cousins or some other relation.”

“I do wish I could meet these extraordinary Halflings….”

“You may yet.”

“So, you have seen the forests of Lothlorien?”

“And Lady Galadriel. My friend the Dwarf was quite taken with her...”

*laughs* “A Dwarf, taken with an Elf? Now I’ve heard everything.”

“Not yet you haven’t.”

“Then do tell me, Legolas, for I feel that your tale is the stuff of legends!”

This is set right before the Birthday party and is fairly self-explainitory. Two speakers, Pippin and Merry, flufflufffluff, PLEASE POST REVIEWS
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“Merry?”

“Mmf?”

“Pass me the bread.”

“Pass it to yourself, I’m busy.”

“Doing what, SMOKING?”

“I’m comfortable.”

“Hmmph. Well, FINE, be that way. I’ll just get out of my nice comfortable sunny spot and walk ALL the way over there!”

“You do that.”

“Leave the younger hobbit to do all the work, why don’t ya?”

“I will.”

*rolls eyes, gets up*

*moves into his spot* “You’re right, Pip, this IS comfortable.”

“Move, or I’ll just sit on you.”

“You wouldn’t DARE.”

‘Wouldn’t I….? *starts towards him, freezes* Well look at that..”

“What?”

“I’ve heard that Bilbo had invited some strange people, but I didn’t think HE would come…”

*gets up* “Who? What is it?”

*sits down* “It’s ME taking my spot back!”

“YOU LITTLE SNEAK!!!”

“Well, I wasn’t lying, really, I just saw Gandalf coming along the road.”

“Gandalf? Gandalf the wizard?”

“Do you know any other Gandalfs? Yep, he was driving a big cart… I wonder what he put in it…..”

“Fireworks, most likely…”

*brightens* “Fireworks?”

*nods* “He’s famous for them. Move over, let me sit down.”

“I have an idea…”

“Oh really?”

“I wonder how big the fireworks get to be?”

“REALLY big…hey …I think I know what you’re getting at. Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

“Fireworks time!”

“Yep! I’ve got it all planned out. Here’s what we do. You go in and get the firework..”

“ME?!? WHY ME!?”

“Because. It WAS my idea and you’re the youngest.

“It’s ALWAYS me!”

“Oh, be quiet! Now, then we go back into the tent and…” *trails off as the two walk away*