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ShadowHybrid — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 00:54:46 CDT

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Author	Status	Stories Posted on this Site
Shire hobbit	member	Rainy Day Broken Heart To Laugh Again Can't Judge A Book Not always Perfect Without Me Bittersweet Parting Finding Happiness Ghostly Encounters
ShadowHybrid	moderator	Adoption Live and Learn
Midgemadness a.k.a. Elaine Dawkins	member	The Hobbit Habit Thoughts of a Traitor An Ode to Merry
Lily Grace	non-member	Behind Blue Eyes Life Over Death Not a Follower Always Be Spring The HoleDweller's Verse You Enchant Me Still
MistyC	non-member	Alone Tall Tales Honey Decision
Lindri Night	non-member	Both Sides of the Mirror My Precious

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ShadowHybrid — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 00:43:29 CDT

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Peregrin Took Fan Fiction

PropertyOfFrodo — Fri, 02 May 2008 10:42:42 CDT

"One thing you have not found in your hunting, and that's brighter wits. Here you find us sitting on a field of victory, amid the plunder of armies, and you wonder how we came by a few well-earned comforts!"

Welcome to the Pippin page! This is where all the Pippin fan fiction is posted. So, if you would like to contribute any Pippin fan fiction, please contact me (PropertyOfFrodo). Thanks!

PT-1
Title: The Hobbit Habit
Summary: Frodo helps to better Pippin’s life by helping him abstain from a nasty habit that not only turns off women, but his own friends.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Author: Midgemadness (a.k.a. Elaine Dawkins)

PT-2
Title: Ghostly Encounters
Summary: Merry and Pippin play a joke on Frodo. Short story. Pippin's POV. Written in response to a challenge. No slash!
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Humor/Drama
Author: Shire hobbit

PT-3
Title: Honey
Summary: Young Pippin makes a bad decision. Written for ME Express prompt 5: Lack.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Humor
Author: MistyC

PT-4/MB-2
Title: The HoleDweller's Verse
Summary: The Treebeard, Merry, & Pippin silently muse on why there was no Hobbit line in Treebeard's poem.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: General
Author: Lily Grace

PT-5
Title: Pippin's Orc
Summary: Pippin finds a new friend.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Tragedy/Friendship
Author Rainbowmist7

~Pippin's Orc~

PropertyOfFrodo — Thu, 01 May 2008 17:54:10 CDT

Pippin was bored. Bored, bored, bored.
Rivendell was fine and all but he was still bored.
He had been thrown out of Frodo's room more times than he could
count and now Merry had come down with a cold, so he was no fun
either.
"Please, Merry. It's just a game of cards", Pippin begged.
"Pip, I told you already. I don't feel well", Merry sighed irritably.
But at his cousin's downcast look, Merry smiled sympatheticlly.
"Perhaps later when I've rested", Merry offered.
"Alright, Mer", Pippin mumbled softly as he looked at his sniffling,
sneezing cousin. He walked to the door but then stopped and looked
over his shoulder. "I hope you feel better soon", Pippin said
politely before he walked out the door.
He made his way down to Frodo's room hoping that Gandalf and Elrond
would be gone. If they were, he knew he could talk Sam into letting
him in for a bit.
But his hopes were dashed when he knocked on the door and Gandalf
opened it. "yes, Peregrin?" Gandalf asked.
"Can I see Frodo now?" Pippin asked hopefully.
"May I see Frodo now?" Gandalf corrected the young hobbit.
Pippin sighed inwardly and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Getting fresh now would just get him tossed out of Frodo's room
again. "May I see Frodo now?" he dutifully repeated.
"I'm afraid now is not a good time", Gandalf said kindly.
"But, Gandalf", Pippin protested.
The door opened a little more then and Aragorn came into view.
"Is there a problem gentlemen?" Aragorn asked.
"I want to see Frodo", Pippin said boldly.
"I'm afraid not right now", Aragorn said. "Perhaps later".
"Everybody keeps saying not now", Pippin complained. "But if I keep
waiting for everything to happen later, my laters will be so full, I
won't have time for anything".
Both Aragorn and Gandalf had to fight hard to hold back their
laughter.
Just then, the door opened even farther still and Elrond was
suddenly frowning down at him.
"What is the meaning of this commotion?" Elrond asked sternly.
"I, I just wanted to see Frodo", Pippin stammered out faintly.
He couldn't explain why, but he was deathly afraid of Elrond.
"And what have you already been told?" Elrond asked in the same
stern tone.
"Everybody says not now", Pippin admitted unhappily.
"Then I suggest you wait untill later", Elrond informed him.
Then he bent low over the young hobbit. "Now why don't you go
outside into the fresh air and find something to do?"
"Alright", Pippin sighed as his shoulders slumped miseraly.
He turned then and wandered up the hall.
Pippin walked up the hall lost in his thoughts and didn't notice the
tall, blond elf untill they colided.
Pippin ran into the back of the elf and then backed up quickly.
"Oh, begging your pardon, miss", he appologized.
"Miss?" the elf said as he turned around to face the young hobbit.
"Oh, sorry", Pippin squeeked out in surprise. It was still a little
hard for him to tell the difference from behind between the male and
female elves.
Pippin turned then and ran out the nearest door leaving Legolas
standing and watching him.
Legolas laughed and walked away, shaking his head.
Pippin ran out into Elrond's gardens and then stopped and looked
around. He choose a path and wandered down it idly.
He soon stopped and sat down in the dirt.
He sat for a while stewing over his currant state of abuse.
"They just won't let me have any fun", he grumbled to himself.
As he sat there, he noticed a very big, very wet puddle.
Pippin studdied the puddle for a minute and then tapped his foot in
it. He was rewarded with a small splash, which delighted the little
hobbit.
He tapped his foot again, another splash.
He climbed to his feet and grinned. They had all been telling him to
find something to do. He looked around cautiously and then, with a
loud whoop, he jumped into the puddle, sending a large spray of
water all around. He jumped several more times before a roar of
outrage stopped him. Pippin froze and stared at the two, dripping,
wet dwarves.
"Have you taken leave of your senses?" Gimli roared furiously.
Pippin stared in shock for a minute more and then he whirled around
and took off running.
Gimli shook his head in disgust. "You woud never see a dwarf acting
that way", he snorted.
"That was not a dwarf", Gloin calmly reminded his son. "That was a
hobbit, and a very young one at that".
Pippin ran as fast as he could, hoping that neither of the dwarves
was persuing him. As he ran though, he didn't notice the large man
that was sitting on a stone bench, sharpening a knife, untill he ran
into his shield, knocking it down along with his sword and two long
spears. Pippin stared in shock at the scattered weapons around him.
"I, I'm sorry", Pippin stuttered out frightendly right before he
turned and tried to take off running again.
But Boromir caught Pippin by the back of his braces and pulled him
to a halt. "Just where do you think you're going?" Boromir asked.
"Away?" Pippin said hopefully.
Boromir shook his head though and reeled Pippin in to stand by his
knee. "I am Boromir of Gondor", Boromir said. "What is your name?"
"I, my name is Pippin", Pippin said nervously.
"Well, Pippin", Boromir said as he gestured around at his scattered
weapons. "Do you normally make such a mess as this and then leave it
to others to pick it up?"
"Um, no. Not normally", Pippin admitted.
"Well then, young hobbit", Boromir said as he tried to sound
stern. "I think you have a mess to clean up".
"Yes, sir", Pippin mumbled.
He started with the spears, thinking they would be the lightest.
He pulled one upright and drug it back over to the bench and leaned
it there. Then, he did the same thing with the second one.
After that, he moved on to the sword. He reached down and grasped
the handle and tried to lift it. But it quickly proved to be much
too heavy. He tried again and then noticed that Boromir was standing
over him. "I think", Boromir chuckled. "That this might be a bit too
heavy for you".
Pippin blushed and lowered his gaze.
Boromir grinned down at the youngster and then gestured to his
shield. "Finish up, little one". He bent then and delivered a gentle
swat to the hobbit's seat.
Pippin squeeked in alarm at the soft swat and scurried out of reach.
Boromir watched him for a minute, chuckling but then he noticed that
his hand was wet.
"Little one?" Boromir said curiously. "Why are you wet?"
"Cause I was jumping in a puddle", Pippin replied distractedly as he
studdied Boromir's shield, trying to decide the best way to move it.
Boromir's eye brows rose in surprise as he stared at the young
hobbit.
Pippin turned to look at Boromir and then he shrugged his shoulders
and returned his attention to the shield. He thought his answer made
perfect sense.
Pippin grasped the edge of the shield then and pulled. His feet
slipped though and he fell, sitting hard on the ground.
He scrambled to his feet and glared. He was sorely tempted to kick
the offending disk of metal, wood and leather.
"Try again", Boromir urged.
Pippin reached in and caught hold of the leather strap on the inside
of the shield and pulled as hard as he could.
But his feet slipped again and this time he fell forward and ended
up sitting in the curved part of the shield.
Boromir burst out laughing and earned a glare from the hobbit.
"I am sorry", Boromir appologized as he got to his feet and
approached his shield.
He lifted Pippin out and stood him on his feet. Then he slung his
shield on his back and returned to the bench he had been sitting on
earlier, motioning for Pippin to follow him.
"I couldn't move it", Pippin moped as he gestured at the shield. "It
was too heavy, just like your sword".
"Well,.....I didn't truly expect you to", Boromir said kindly. "I
knew everything would be too big and heavy for you".
Then he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm amazed that you were even
able to move the spears by yourself".
"If you knew that I couldn't, then why did you make me?" Pippin
demanded sulkily.
"Because I wanted you to at least try", Boromir said softly.
Pippin sagged despondantly. "Well...., I couldn't", Pippin moped.
"But you did some of it", Boromir encouraged.
Pippin thought about it for a minute and then his face lit up.
"I did. Didn't I?" he crowed.
"You did indeed", Boromir chuckled.
Pippin grinned delightedly up at the man but then he suddenly became
shy. "Am I done? Can I go now?" he asked timidly.
"Yes you are done and yes you may go", Boromir said regretfully.
He was charmed by the little hobbit and he would have spent a bit
more time with him.
Pippin turned and walked away, casting a quick, nervous glance over
his shoulder at Boromir as he walked away.
Boromir watched him go and shook his head. "What a strange child",
he murmured softly to himself.
Pippin would have been less than ammuzed if he had heard that
comment. But fortunately, at the moment, he was busy following a
brite, colorfull spark. "What a pretty, little bird", Pippin cried
out. And indeed it was. It was small, only about the size of
pippin's thumb and it was a brilliant blue and green with a patch of
vibrant red at it's throat.
Pippin followed the little bird as it flew along into a small wooded
area. Suddenly though, Pippin tripped and fell, losing sight of the
bird.
"Oh, bother", Pippin grumbled irritably. He sat up in the dirt and
looked around. "Oooh, a cave", he squeeled delightedly.
To his right was a small cave, just big enough for a man or elf to
stand up in, though it did seem to go quite far back.
Pippin rose to his feet and entered the cave. "Might as well see
where this goes", Pippin muttered to himself.
He was about two thirds of the way in when his foot struck something.
He heard a soft grunt and then a large, scaly hand grabbed his ankle.
Pippin cried out in fright and tried to pull free.
"Hush!" a gruff, gutteral voice ordered.
Hush? Pippin thought. What an odd thing for a monster to say. For
that is what Pippin thought it was. After all, what else would be
hiding in the dark like that?
"Sit down", the monster growled gruffly, then he gave a gentle yank
on Pippin's ankle and the young hobbit sat on the ground.
"Who, who are you?" Pippin asked frightenedly.
"I am Grugluk", the voice said. "What's your name?"
"My name is Pippin", the youngster answered.
"Strange name for an elf", Grugluk grunted.
"It's because I'm not an elf", Pippin replied. "I'm a hobbit".
"A hobbity, you say?" Grugluk said with sudden, keen interest.
"UH, huh", Pippin said. Then he frowned slightly. "What are you?" he
asked.
The sudden flair of a match and then a torch was lit and thrust into
the soft dirt of the ground, giving Pippin his first look at his
captor.
Pippin's eyes widened in alarm and he gasped.
"That's right", Grugluk sighed irritably. "I'm an orc".
"What are you doing here?" Pippin asked nervously.
"Hiding", was Grugluk's clipped answer.
"From the elves?" Pippin asked.
"Them too", Grugluk grunted painfully.
"Who else?" Pippin persisted.
Grugluk sighed. He was going to have a conversation with this very
inquistitive, young hobbit whether he liked it or not.
"I'm hiding from the other orc's that I was with yesterday", Grugluk
answered.
"Why?" Pippin asked.
"Because I have no wish to die this day", Grugluk replied.
"How do you know they want to kill you?" Pippin wondered.
"Cause I'm arrow shot, lad", Grugluk sighed.
"The other orc's shot you?" Pippin cried in shock. "Why?"
"Cause I wouldn't follow orders", Grugluk growled. "And because I
killed one of them", he admitted.
"Why did you kill him?" Pippin asked in a faint voice.
"Cause he was following orders", Grugluk said angrily.
Pippin drew away as far as he was able, causing Grugluk to smile
slightly. "Don't worry, lad. It's not you I'm mad at".
Pippin sighed in relief and scooted close again.
"Why'd you kill him? Wasn't he supposed to follow orders?" Pippin
continued his questioning.
"Do you know what our orders were?" Grugluk asked in despair.
Pippin shook his head. "No".
"Our orders were to destroy an entire man village", Grugluk admitted.
"Did you?" Pippin asked reluctantly.
Grugluk nodded. "And we were doin a right fine job of it to. Then I
went into this one, little house and hidin behind the door was a
little lad no bigger than you are".
Pippin swallowed thickly. "Did you kill him?"
Grugluk shrugged and nodded. "Yes and no".
Pippin frowned. "What does that mean?"
"When I saw that little boy, I just couldn't bring myself to kill
him", Grugluk smiled without humor. "The other orcs say I'm
defective. I guess they're right".
"What happened to the little boy?" Pippin wanted to know.
"Well....", Grugluk sighed. "I started motioning for the little boy
to hide under the bed in the room. At first he was too afraid of me,
but finally, he decided to trust me and he started for the bed.
That's when Gorbog came in. He's an evil sot", Grugluk sneered.
"Well, aren't most orcs?" Pippin pointed out.
"Do you want to hear this story?" Grugluk growled.
Pippin's eyes widened and he nodded.
"Then quit interuptin me", Grugluk said sharply.
"Sorry", Pippin mumbled, hanging his head and peeking shyly up at
the orc.
Grugluk chuckled and reached out to pat the hobbit on the head.
"It's okay, little hobbity. Just keep quiet till I finish my tale.
You're makin me lose my thought line".
"Please finish, mr. Grugluk", Pippin begged.
"Well, when Gorbog came in and saw that little boy, he raised up
that mighty war club of his and he hit that little boy in the head
and knocked him out. Then he started tellin me how we'd have fun
torturing that boy when he came to. I looked down at that little boy
and he had blood comin out of his mouth and ears and his nose. I
seen enough of that to know what it means. So I took out my knife
and I knelt down and cut the kids throat to end his sufferin.
Gorbog got right mad about that, he really wanted to torture that
poor, little kid. He glared at me real mean like and then shot me
with an arrow so I stabbed him with my knife and took off runnin and
ended up here".
"Where are you shot at?" Pippin asked as he stared at Grugluk in the
dim, torch light.
"In my left shoulder", Grugluk said in a weakening voice.
"I could get Strider to look at that for you", Pippin offered.
"No!" Grugluk said sharply. Then his expression softened when he saw
fear on the young hobbit's face. "They'd kill me on sight", he
explained.
"But you're a nice orc", Pippin cried in protest.
"An orc by any other name is still as hated", Grugluk sighed.
"Well, in that case", Pippin said with forced cheer. "I guess I'll
be going now".
"Going?" Grugluk said in a dangerous voice. "What makes you think
you're going any where?"
At Pippin's panicked look, Grugluk frowned. "I can't let yuou go
lad. You'd bring them straight back here to me".
"Oh, I wouldn't. I promise", Pippin cried.
Grugluk stared at him for several long minutes and then snorted in
disgust. "Who am I kidding", he snorted. "I ain't keeping you, lad".
He released Pippin's ankle and allowed the young hobbit to rise to
his feet.
"I promise I won't bring anybody back here", Pippin said as he
turned to go.
"You go straight home, little hobbity. You hear me?" Grugluk growled.
Pippin nodded and ran from the cave.
Pippin knew what he had to do, but he needed a few things first.
He went straight to Sam's room, knowing that Sam wouldn't be there.
He went through Sam's pack and then pulled the blanket and pillow
from the bed. Sam wouldn't need them. He spent all his time in
Frodo's room anyway.
Pippin's next stop was Elrond's kitchen. He waited untill he saw the
cook leave and then he crept in. He found an empty basket and
quickly filled it with food and a jug of water.
Then, he carried it outside along with his plundered items from
Sam's room.
Pippin didn't notice that the cook had returned by then and was
watching him out the window.
Pippin made his way back to the cave and found Grugluk asleep.
"Mr. Grugluk?" Pippin called out softly as he gently shook the orc's
arm. "Wake up. I've brought some food for you".
Grugluk came awake with a sudden start and grabbed Pippin, bringing
a knife to his throat.
Pippin lay sprawled on his back across the orc's lap, frozen in fear.
Grugluk sagged in relief when he noticed who it was that he held.
But then he glared angrily.
"Didn't I tell you to go straight home, little hobbity?" he barked
out sharply.
"I, I wanted to bring you some food and some bandages", Pippin said
as he struggled to his feet.
Grugluk frowned and gestured across the small space. "Put your
basket there and then go back home".
Pippin sat the basket down and then began going through it.
"I brought bandages", he explained. "I'll bandage your wound and
then I'll go".
"Alright", Grugluk sighed. "Just be quick about it".
Pippin went to the orc's side and pulled aside his shirt. Then he
carefully cleaned and bound the wound.
Grugluk went along with this, all the while thinking, what good will
this do? What Pippin didn't know was that Gorbog had been using
poisoned arrows. And while it took a bit to kill an orc, they were
not immune to the poison. He had another day or two to live.
As soon as Pippin was done, he took Sam's pillow and slipped it
behind the orc's head and then shook Sam's blanket out over the top
of the creature.
"There", Pippin said cheerfully. "All done and now I'll get you
something to eat".
"You just leave the basket there", Grugluk ordered. "Just leave it
there and go on home like I told you already".
"Alright", Pippin sighed unhappily.
He left the cave and headed back to Elrond's house.
"Peregrin!" Gandalf called for what seemed like the hundredth time.
Frodo had awakened and called for his cousins.
Merry was sick and they couldn't risk exposing Frodo to him, but he
could see Pippin.
That is, he could see Pippin if the wizard could find him.
"Peregrin!" Gandalf called again. Still no answer. He drew in a
breath to call again. "Peregrin Took, where are ......", before he
could finish his sentence, Pippin suddenly appeared beside him.
"Where have you been?" the wizard scolded sharply. "I've been
looking all over for you".
"Well, you told me to go away and find something to do", Pippin
pouted. "So I did".
"Well, never mind that now", Gandalf said brusquely. "Frodo is awake
now and wishes to see you".
"Frodo?" Pippin cried in delight. "Yay! Let's go".
Pippin started to surge forward but Gandalf caught his shoulder and
stopped him. "Gently, my lad", Gandalf cautioned. "Frodo is still
quite ill".
Pippin calmed quickly at that and took Gandalf's hand and went
inside with him.
The visit was a short one. Frodo was quite weak and tired quickly.
"You can see Mr. Frodo again later", Sam promised as he ushered
Pippin and Gandalf to the door and then closed the door in their
faces once they were in the hall.
"Well, of all the nerve", Pippin huffed indignantly.
But just then, Elrond approached with an indignant look of his own.
"Young hobbit", he said in a disapproving tone. "My cook has told me
that a hobbit entered my kitchen this afternoon and took food with
out permission. Food that was meant for my lunch", Elrond added
pointedly.
"Um, what makes you think it was me?" Pippin asked nervously.
"There are five of us here, you know".
"Frodo and Merry are both ill and have been in bed all day", Elrond
said sternly. "Sam has been with Frodo the entire day and Bilbo is
much too old for this sort of thing. You are the only other one".
"Oh, uh. Yes", Pippin muttered uneasily. Then he peeked shyly up at
the elf lord. "Sorry", he mumbled.
Elrond nodded firmly. "Appology accepted. But in the future, you
will ask before you take anything. Is that clear?"
Pippin nodded quickly. "Yes, sir".
"Very well", Elrond said. Then he turned to Gandalf. "I would like
to speak to regarding Frodo's care".
Gandalf nodded and then looked at Pippin.
"Behave yourself, Peregrin".
Pippin nodded and watched as they walked away.
Later that night, Pippin decided to check on Grugluk.
It was dark and everyone was gathered in the great hall.
Even Frodo and Merry were there, although they were made to recline
on couches and rest.
"Gandalf", Pippin said as he approached the wizard. "Can I, I mean.
May I go outside for a little bit? I mean, just for a walk?"
Gandalf looked at the inky blackness outside the window and shook
his head. "No, I'm afraid not, my lad. It's much too late to go
roaming about now".
Pippin slumped unhappily but he would just have to wait.
"You wouldn't want to go far anyway", Aragorn cautioned. "There was
an orc attack not far from here. They attacked a villiage and killed
everybody in it".
"I'll wait till tomorrow", Pippin sighed.
Early the next morning, Pippin rose and went down to the kitchen.
This time he asked permission from the cook and he packed another
basket full of food, claiming that he was going on a picnic.
He took the basket down to the cave and quietly entered.
"Mr. Grugluk?" Pippin called softly, keeping his distance this time.
Grugluk came awake with a start and then frowned at the hobbit.
"What are you doing here, little hobbity?"
"I brought you more food and water", Pippin said cheerfully.
He sat the basket down and began pulling things out.
Grugluk watched for a minute and a fond smile began playing across
his face. This nosey, annoyingly cheerfull, little hobbit was
growing on him.
"You be a good, little hobbity and go back home now", Grugluk said
in what he hoped was a firm voice.
Pippin looked up and pouted. "I was going to change your bandages
for you".
"Oh, alright", Grugluk sighed weakly. "But then you go home".
Pippin changed the bandages and then began going through the basket
again. "What would you like to eat first?" he asked.
"You scoot back home now", Grugluk ordered. "Just leave the basket
there and go".
"But I was going to keep you company today", Pippin protested.
"Little hobbity", Grugluk sighed. "Just be good and go now".
"Alright", Pippin sighed as he straightened up.
"Um, before you go", Grugluk said suddenly."Could you do me a favor?"
Pippin turned back to face the orc.
"Yes?" he said.
"Could I have a hug?" Grugluk asked. "I've never had one before and
would like to know what it feels like".
In actuality, Grugluk knew he was about to die and it was his way of
saying goodbye. He just hoped that the young hobbit understood it
later.
Pippin drew close and threw his arms around the orc's neck.
Grugluk returned the hug weakly and then released the halfling.
"You go now", Grugluk ordered. "Go back home and stay there".
Pippin nodded somberly and left.
Pippin arrived back at the house and almost immediately, he ran into
Gandalf.
"Pippin, my lad", Gandalf said kindly. "Where have you been? I've
been looking for you".
Pippin was feeling miserable by then. Something just wasn't quite
right and he was feeling terrible about leaving Grugluk alone.
Gandalf studdied the youngster carefully.
He was pale and looked upset.
"Peregrin? Are you alright?" Gandalf asked gently.
"I'm fine", Pippin mumbled unhappily.
"You don't look fine", Gandalf decided. "You look as though you
don't feel well". He leaned down and pressed a hand to Pippin's
forehead. "Hmm. Well, you're not running a fever. But still, you
might be coming down with what Meriadoc has".
"I'm fine", Pippin grumbled as he tried to avoid more questioning
from the wizard.
"Well, just to make sure", Gandalf said. "I think you should lay
down and rest for a while".
"I'm not tired", Pippin protested. He was feeling a desperate need
to return to the cave by now.
"All the same", Gandalf said as he took Pippin by the shoulder and
steered him towards his room.
Gandalf took the young hobbit down to his room and ushered him
inside.
"I'll be back to check on you later", Gandalf promised.
Pippin waited untill Gandalf closed the door and then he simply
climbed out the window.
Gandalf had almost reached the great hall when he had a desire to
check on Pippin.
He headed back to Pippin's room and then stared in surprise when he
opened the door and Pippin wasn't there.
He left the room and the first people he came across were Aragorn
and Elrond.
"Have you seen Pippin?" Gandalf asked.
"He has gone missing?" Elrond asked.
"Yes, and he was acting strangely right before he went missing",
Gandalf replied.
"We shall help you look", Aragorn offered.
They were heading up the hall when they ran into Legolas and he
quickly joined in the search.
A little further along and they ran into Boromir.
"The little one has run away?" Boromir said in surprise. Then, he
too, volunteered to help search.
When they got outside, they met Gimli and Gloin.
"Have you seen Pippin?" Aragorn asked.
"Pippin?" Gimli asked. Then a knowing look crossed his face. "Wee,
little lad with big, green eyes?"
"That's him", Boromir said quickly. "Have you seen him?"
"I saw him a little while ago", Gimli said. "He went in the
dirrection of the woods".
"My thanks", Aragorn said abruptly as he and the others headed in
the dirrection Gimli had indicated.
Gimli and Gloin looked at each other and followed along.
Pippin reached the cave and went in.
"Mr. Grugluk?" he called out softly. "Mr. Grugluk. It's Pippin".
He drew closer and it was then that he realized that Grugluk had
died.
"No!" Pippin cried in anguish. Then he burst into tears and ran from
the cave. Then, he flung himself on the ground sobbing brokenly.
"I hear him", Legolas declared shortly after they entered the woods.
He began racing in the dirrection of the wailing and the others
followed close behind.
They came upon a peculiar scene when they arrived at the cave.
Pippin lay on the ground, sobbing heartbrokenly.
"No, he can't be dead", Pippin sobbed. "He just can't be. I tried so
hard and he still died".
Gandalf scooped the little hobbit up and held him close.
"Who has died, Peregrin?" Gandalf asked gently.
"Gr, Grugluk", Pippin wailed. "I tried so hard and he still died.
Gandalf looked in the dirrection that Pippin was looking and saw the
cave entrance for the first time.
Silently, Gandalf put Pippin on his feet and turned to face the cave.
Elrond and Aragorn drew near then.
"Who is Grugluk?" Aragorn asked.
"It sounds like an orc's name", Elrond murmured.
"The answer lies within", Gandalf said, pointing towards the cave.
Then he turned to face Pippin. "Wait out here, lad", he said softly.
"I will wait with him", Gloin offered as he gazed sympathetically at
the sniffling, sad eyed hobbit.
Gandalf nodded and then he and the others entered the cave.
They walked along untill they spotted a dim figure at the back of
the cave.
"Look", Legolas whispered as he started forward.
"Carefull, melon", Aragorn said as he caught the elf's arm.
"Whatever is back there might still be alive".
They went cautiously forward untill they could see a little more
clearly.
"It is an orc", Legolas said in surprise.
"And it is dead", Gimli said softly.
"I wonder how Pippin came to be involved with this creature",
Aragorn mused aloud.
"He probably came across him and decided to try and help", Gandalf
sighed. "Hobbits hearts are big and they don't always think things
out before acting on them".
"Let's take the little one back to his room and put him to bed",
Elrond suggested. "He must be exhausted from all this".
Gandalf nodded and then stopped and pointed at the orc, a small
smile gracing his face.
The others looked and they too smiled. For the orc's head rested on
a pillow and he was covered with a blanket.
"Leave it to a hobbit", Gandalf chuckled softly.
At the confused look on the others faces, Gandalf laughed again.
"Only a hobbit could make friends with an orc.

Live and Learn ~ Chapter 2: Birthday Gone Wrong

PropertyOfFrodo — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 18:19:52 CDT

"Hey Sis. Sissy, you awake?"
Calla was startled awake by the hoarse whisper so close to her ear. She turned her head and glared at the owner, who now stood back, away from the bed.
"I am now," Calla hissed back, "What do you want, Caleb?"
The two year old hopped onto the bed and smiled a scatter toothed grin at her.
"Guess what today is," he replied, wriggling with excitement.
Too tired to come with anything, Calla shook her and scowled at her little brother for waking her so early.
"What is today?" she asked in annoyance.
"Today’s," Caleb began slowly, "your birthday."
He then gave Calla a hug and a large, sloppy kiss and skipped out of the room to tell the rest of the household the good news.
Calla watched her little brother bounce out of the room with wide eyes. And all this time she thought he was only there to annoy her like crazy. She glanced over at her bedside table and took a look at the calendar. Sure enough April 3rd had been circled on that calendarand Calla had completely forgotten about it.
A knock was heard at the door and Tansy’s head appeared in the doorway.
"Good morning, sweet-heart. I see Caleb woke you up as well," she said with a smile. "Happy Birthday."
"Thanks, Mama. I’ll be out in a minute for breakfast, okay?"
Tansy nodded and left Calla to get dressed and wake up Elanor.
Once Calla was dressed she pounced up on Elanor’s bed and began shaking her.
"Wake up, sleepy head! Time for breakfast!" Calla shouted into Elanor’s ear.
Elanor groaned and pulled the pillow over her head.
"Just a few more minutes, Calla," came her muffled from somewhere beneath her pillow.
"Come on El. Birthday Girl says up and at ‘em," Calla said happily, pulling at her friend’s blankets.
Elanor groaned again before lifting her head from under the pillow. She then began to scowl at her friend.
"All right, all right already," she said finally, "I’m up, now leave me alone."
Soon the delectable smells coming from the kitchen began to make their way into the girls’ room. Once the two were dressed they both raced for the kitchen. The sweet smells of bacon, eggs, and various other foods making their stomachs rumble.
Once the table had been set and everyone had been seated, a loud "Happy Birthday" song began for the now six year old Calla. A few squeals of laughter also helped the song go along from Rosie and Sam’s new son, Frodo-lad.
The singing was suddenly put to a stop when a loud ‘THUNK’ was heard at the door.
"What in the world was that?" Sam asked.
"It certainly didn’t sound good," added Rosie.
Frodo and Tansy glanced at each other before Frodo rose from his chair to see what had made the noise.
"I’ll be right back," he said. "Excuse me everyone."
The group watched Frodo leave, each wearing equally confused looks at what the noise could’ve have been.
Frodo opened the round door and looked around. At first he didn’t notice anything, but then he saw a rather large stone sitting next to a broken flowerpot.
‘Sam’s not going to be too happy about that,’ Frodo thought to himself with a smile.
The smile quickly vanished from his face when he picked up the stone and saw the small slip of paper tied to it. As he read the note his face turned a faint shade of pink in anger.
Frodo then shoved the note angrily into his pocket and walked slowly back to where his family was waiting. It took a considerable amount of self-control to keep his anger in check.
"What was it, Frodo?" Tansy asked when Frodo had resumed his place at the table.
Frodo only shook his head and wouldn’t say a word. Calla glanced over at her dad and noticed the stiffness in his jaw, which usually meant that he was mad. Also his fists were clenching and unclenching beneath the table.
After breakfast, Sam and Rosie began washing the dishes, which left everyone else to go off on their own.
Frodo and Tansy made their way to their bedroom so they could have a little talk. Once inside, Tansy gently shut the door and turned toward her husband.
"All right, Frodo," she said sternly, "Tell me what happened."
Frodo sighed and seated himself at the edge of the bed. He then slowly pulled the now crumpled note from his pocket and handed it to his wife.
"Here, read this," he said quietly.
Tansy took the note and began to read it. This is what it said:
‘Hey Queer Baggins! Nice to have you back with us. Why don’t you take your corrupted family and yourselfaway from hereand leave us be!’
Tansy’s jaw fell open and her face turned a pasty white. She sat down next to Frodo and let theletter fall to the ground. Frodo held his face in his hands.
This was going to be harder then they thought.
TBC…

~Live and Learn~

PropertyOfFrodo — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 18:17:05 CDT

Chapter List
Chapter 1: New Life
Chapter 2: Birthday Gone Wrong

Live and Learn ~ Chapter 1: New Life

PropertyOfFrodo — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 19:45:34 CST

A crisp morning dawned on the home of the Baggins and Gamgee hole. And what a glorious morning it was because just moments earlier a new life arrived at Bag End.
Young Calla and Elanor sat at the foot of the exhausted Tansy’s bed, marveling at the new arrival. Calla was just about to jump onto the bed to see her new sibling, but was restrained by Rosie.
Frodo stood beside the bed smiling fondly at his wife and their brand new son, Caleb Baggins.
"Congratulations you two," Sam said from the doorway.
Rose nodded in agreement and smiled at her friend.
Tansy smiled wearily back and laid her head back on the pillow as she cradled the newborn baby.
"Mama?" said a nearby voice. "Can I hold him?"
Frodo and Tansy looked to see an eager Calla sitting on the bed eyeing her new brother with curiosity.
Tansy gently slipped the babe into Calla’s arms and Caleb immediately snuggled deeper into the folds of his older sister’s sleeve.
"He’s so small," Elanor said as she stroked the baby’s round, pudgy cheek.
"So his name’s Caleb? That’s such a lovely name," Rosie said.
Frodo and Tansy nodded.
The group was surprised when young Caleb suddenly woke up and immediately started crying for his mother.
"Well you two," Sam said over the cries, "We should leave Mr. Frodo and Tansy alone so they can rest."
Elanor and Calla were sad after Caleb was given back to Tansy and slowly began shuffling out the door. Rosie followed.
Just before Sam left he said, "I’m really happy for you two."
"Thank you, Sam," Frodo said quietly at seeing that Caleb had finally fallen asleep.
Sam nodded and left the couple alone in their bedroom.
"He’s such a beautiful little thing, isn’t he?" Tansy said, smiling at her husband.
Frodo nodded and set himself on the bed next to Tansy.
"I hope that these two grow up to have normal lives," mumbled Frodo.
Tansy looked worriedly at Frodo and quickly said,
"We’ll just raise them like any other parent and hopefully they will."
"I just don’t want Calla and Caleb to suffer. I don’t want them to live with the scorn that we had to live with," Frodo said, sadly.
Tansy reached up and laid a hand on Frodo’s pale cheek.
"They won’t, Frodo. They won’t," she promised.
Frodo leaned into the touch, closed his eyes and smiled warmly.
He embraced Tansy and got up from the bed. Frodo bent down and touched his son’s small hand before heading out the door.
Tansy watched as Frodo left, then wearily flopped her back onto the pillow. She certainly hoped they could keep Calla and Caleb safe from all the ridicule. She really did.
TBC…

Frodo Baggins Fan Fiction

PropertyOfFrodo — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 19:40:51 CST

"I shall not ride him, if I am to be carried off to Rivendell or anywhere else, leaving my friends behind in danger."

Welcome to the Frodo page! This is where all the Frodo fan ficiton is posted. So, if you would like to contribute any Frodo fan fiction, please contact me (PropertyOfFrodo). Thanks!

FB-1

Title: Rainy Day

Summary: Frodo invites Sam to go exploring with him. But things don't go so well when the two get caught in a storm. Finished

Status: Complete

Chapters: 16

Genre: General

Author: Shire hobbit

FB-2

Title: Broken Heart

Summary:As Frodo decides to leave MiddleEarth, he takes a closer look at those who he's going to miss. NO slash!

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Genre: Angst/Drama

Author: Shire hobbit

FB-3

Title: To Laugh Again

Summary:Frodo longs for joy, and writes his feelings down in the form of a letter to Sam. Set after the Quest

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Genre: Angst/Drama

Author: Shire hobbit

FB-4
Title: Adoption
Summary: Just a short story about the day Bilbo asked
Frodo to come live with him in Bag End and Frodo's
feelings towards the idea.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: General/Family
Author: ShadowHybrid

FB-5/SG-3
Title: Can't Judge A Book
Summary: Just a short and sweet story of how Frodo and Sam possibly met. As always, no slash!
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Angst/Drama
Author: Shire hobbit

FB-6
Title: Not Always Perfect
Summary: Frodo is injured after a bad accident.
Status: In Progress
Chapters: 15
Genre: Drama
Author: Shire hobbit

FB-7
Title: Decision
Summary: Frodo's thoughts as he flees Amon Hen, leaving Aragorn and the others behind. Movieverse. Written for ME Express prompt 7: Alone.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: General
Author: MistyC

FB-8
Title: Live and Learn
Summary: A continuation of a story started by MaddyLakeDeep (now known as Olivia Adams Smith) on fanfiction.net called "Fragile Choices." The story takes her main character and the daughter she had with Frodo and then includes a character of my own and tells their story about how life is after Frodo's trip to destroy the One Ring. It tells of how they put up with the scorn given by their fellow hobbits to them.
Status: In Progress
Chapters: 1
Genre: Angst/Family
Author: ShadowHybrid

Smeagol and/or Gollum Fan Fiction

PropertyOfFrodo — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 19:16:36 CST

"No! Silly hobbits, foolish, yes foolish! They mustn't do it!... Not make the nassty red tongues. Fire, fire! It's dangerous, yes it is. it burns, it kills. And it will bring enemies, yes it will."

"Give us that, Deagol, my love."

Welcome to the Smeagol and/or Gollum page! This is where all the Smeagol/Gollum fan fiction is posted. So, if you would like to contribute any Smeagol/Gollum fan fiction, please contact me (PropertyOfFrodo). Thanks!

S_G-1

Title: Alone

Summary: A look at Smeagol's thoughts as he retreats from the world. This was written for the Middle earth Express challenge prompt 24: Dark. This story is written in the time frame when Smeagol just starts to retreat from the world under the ring's influence.

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Genre: General

Author: MistyC

S_G-2
Title: Both Sides of the Mirror
Summary: Two poems about how Gollum and Smeagol see themselves, and each other.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Poetry/General
Author: Lindri Night

S_G-3
Title: Thoughts of a Traitor
Summary: A poem of warning written from Smeagol/Gollum's POV with his own personal thoughts interspersed.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Poetry/General
Author Midgemadness a.k.a. Elaine Dawkins

S_G-4
Ttitle: Behind Blue Eyes
Summary: A poem about the internal struggle of SmeagolGollum.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Poetry/Angst
Author: Lily Grace

S_G-5
Title: My Precious
Summary:
Basically how Gollum feels towards anyone who is responsible for taking the Ring from him, namely Frodo and Bilbo...
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: General
Author: Lindri Night

~My Precious~

PropertyOfFrodo — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 19:14:36 CST

The fool who dares
To steal this ring
Shall feel the pain
Only Hell can bring
Skewered and left
For jackal meat
In the hot sun,
Searing fiery heat
Flayed alive
And burnt to ash
Scored by the touch
Of my whiplash
Hung and then
Encased in tar
His screaming heard
From farther than far
Poison injected
Picked to the bone
Nothing left
To call his own
His throat is cut
His eyes ripped out
He will not survive;
There is no doubt
Burn him till
He’s blackened coal
Scorched and tortured
Both body and soul
Scarred to the bone
And flesh ripped raw
He now knows the pain
Of breaking my law
Chained to stone
And blood dripped dry
Just waiting and waiting
Wondering why he can’t die
For the love of my precious
Is all I know—
So I’ll make him wish
He’d died long ago

Miscellaneous Hobbit Fan Fiction

PropertyOfFrodo — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:50:28 CST

"Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch."

Welcome to miscellaneous hobbit page! This is where all the less-common-hobbit fan fiction is posted. So, if you would like to contribute any miscellaneous hobbit fan fiction, please contact me (PropertyOfFrodo). Thanks!

MH-1

Title: Life Over Death

Summary: Elanor muses on her father Sam's life as he has left for the Grey Havens. Sam, Elanor

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Genre: General

Author: Lily Grace

MH-2
Title: Always Be Spring
Summary: Tom Bombadil tells the Hobbits how Goldberry made him feel when he first met her, and the Hobbits realize it's a gift of the River Daughter. Hobbits, TomGoldberry
Stauts: Complete
Genre: Romance/General
Author: Lily Grace

Samwise Gamgee Fan Fiction

PropertyOfFrodo — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:49:16 CST

"If you don't come back, sir, then I shan't, that's certain. Don't you leave him! they said to me. Leave him! I said. I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the moon; and if any of those Black Riders try to stop him, they'll have Sam Gamgee to reckon with, I said. They laughed."

Welcome to the Sam page! This is where all the Sam fan fiction is posted. So, if you would like to contribute any Sam fan fiction, please contact me (PropertyOfFrodo). Thanks!

SG-1

Title: Without Me

Summary:This takes place when Sam realizes that Frodo has decided to go to Mordor alone leaving him behind...

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Genre: Drama/Poetry

Author: Shire hobbit

SG-2

Title: Bittersweet Parting

Summary: Sam's thoughts after Frodo leaves MiddleEarth. Cowritten with Olivia.

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Genre: General/Angst

Author: Shire hobbit

SG-3/FB-5
Title: Can't Judge a Book
Summary: Just a short and sweet story of how Frodo and Sam possibly met. As always, no slash!
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Angst/Drama
Author: Shire hobbit

SG-4
Title: Finding Happiness
Summary: Sequel to 'To Laugh Again.' This story can probably stand on it's own, though there are some things in the first story that might be helpful. Sam sees Frodo's letter, and now writes one of his own. Set after Frodo leaves
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Drama/Angst
Author: Shire hobbit

SG-5
Title: Not a Follower
Summary: A nice little poem about Samwise, the Great.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: General
Author: Lily Grace

SG-6/RC_G-1
Title: You Enchant Me Still
Summary: Sam & Rosie talk about their relationship.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: Romance/General
Author: Lily Grace

Rosie Cotton/Gamgee Fan Fiction

PropertyOfFrodo — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:48:18 CST

"Sam is so HOT!!" (Okay, so she probably didn't say it - it is definitely not recorded in the LOTR books - but can't you just see her thinking it?)

Welcome to the Rosie page! This is where all the Rosie Cotton/Gamgee fan fiction is posted. So, if you would like to contribute any Rosie fan fiction, please contact me (PropertyOfFrodo). Thanks!

RC_G-1/SG-6

Title: You Enchant Me Still

Summary: Sam & Rosie talk about their relationship.

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Genre: Romance/General

Author: Lily Grace

~You Enchant Me Still~

PropertyOfFrodo — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:47:32 CST

I can hear him in the garden. The sound of the clippers against the thrush of leaves and weeds. He loves that garden. The Gaffer says he loves that garden more than anything... more than me. I do not believe it. I do not want to believe it.
Being in his garden gives him joy, yes. It gives him time to think. He can lose himself in memories of the War. He can think of what life was like before he, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin left, so long ago. So long ago...it does seem like it was a long time ago. Sam and I have just been married. We have yet to have a child. We live in Bag End with Frodo Baggins.
I do not mind. Others wonder why I like my life so much. How I do not cry. I do not need to cry. Sam loves me... I know it!
I lean over the ledge, peeking my head out the window, smiling at the sun on my face. I hear a sigh. Sam is sitting on the ground, looking at me. He looks happy...a dreamy look on his face.
"What is it, Sam?" I ask.
He looked at me for a minute, saying, "You look so beautiful right now, Rosie. The sun on you, it makes you look..."
"Burned?" I asked, giggling.
He shook his head. "Golden. You look absolutely radiant."
I rolled my eyes, unable to keep a blush from my face. "Golden? Radiant? Where did you learn those kinds of words?"
He slowly walked over to me, resting his arms against mine, running his hands through my hair.
"In Lothlorien, I met the Lady Galadriel. There was something perfectly enchanting about her. Everything about her was full of light, enchantment...with the way she made us feel, I could only imagine how she made her husband feel. Now I realize. She was an elf, an elf queen. She had that natural grace."
"And I do not, as I am only a Hobbit."
"You are not an elf, this is true. You have a different magic. You are radiant to me. It is not just the light against your face or the wind in your hair... it's your inner strength. You have so much joy and love inside, that it gives you a power that cannot be named. Your smile, your eyes, they all show me what I have... they show me how much you love me. I never realized how someone could have a certain power over others."
"Sam, that is not me... you describe a dream." I looked down, saddened.
He lifted my head up, looking into my eyes. "Rose, you are my dream. That is what amazes me. My dream is real, yet, you enchant me still."
And then, he kissed me.

Meriadoc Brandybuck Fan Fiction

PropertyOfFrodo — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:35:31 CST

A thought of Merry's when wandering what he will do in the heat of battle: Encumber a rider, and hope at best to stay in my seat and not be pounded to death by galloping hoofs!

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MB-1

Title: An Ode to Merry

Summary: An acrostic written from a hobbit lass's point of view.

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Genre: Poetry/Humor

Author: Midgemadness a.k.a. Elaine Dawkins

MB-2/PT-4
Title: The HoleDweller's Verse
Summary: The Treebeard, Merry, & Pippin silently muse on why there was no Hobbit line in Treebeard's poem.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 1
Genre: General
Author: Lily Grace

~The HoleDweller's Verse~

PropertyOfFrodo — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:29:20 CST

Learn now the lore of Living Creatures! First name the four, the free peoples: Eldest of all, the elf-children; Dwarf the delver, dark are his houses; Ent the earthborn, old as mountains; Man the mortal, master of horses: Beaver the builder, buck the leaper, Bear bee-hunter, boar the fighter; Hound is hungry, hare is fearful... Eagle in eyrie, ox in pasture, Hart horn-crowned; hawk is swiftest, Swan the whitest, seprent coldest...
...Half-grown hobbits, the hole-dwellers.

Treebeard Hasty little things they are, but such nice little voices. It is no wonder their verse was left out. Hmmm, they must have been over-looked, by man or elf, no doubt in charge of the poem. Whence did they come about? Who created them? They must be a creation of Eru, as they are polite as can be. Hoom, must have been over-looked. Surely they would be in the poem if more knew about them. Hmmm, they live far away, away from prying eyes, no one bothers them. They do not want to be bothered. They are no better, nor worse than any other race of kind. They have no quarrel, not grudge, no horrific deed done in their name. Sad they are not mentioned. Must their ancestors have done ill towards others? Hoom, well, if there were a quarrel, it would be not with them, and surely not with their kin. Only, with their ancestors, long gone to heavens. Not like elves and dwarfs, though righteous and intelligent each...their minds are too complex. These little folk are simple. They don't mind not being mentioned in a silly poem. They simply made their own line of representation. Hum, ho, the Hole-Dweller's Verse.

PippinTreebeard was happy with my little verse. My little verse for my little people, in our little houses, leading our little lives. My family might not be the wealthiest, might not be Brandybucks, but we have more to show for it. We are Thains. Mighty Thains. Though, to the big folk, that is nothing to speak about. A hobbit, being a Thain? Might as well make a hobbit king of Gondor. No one cares about what happens to the Shire but us little folk living in it. No one cares about us. No, that's not true. The Fellowship cares about us. Because of them, all of Middle Earth cares for us. Only because of Frodo. Frodo has to carry his burden to save everyone. What if the Ring hadn't come to a hobbit? Would they still care? I only know that we have to care for ourselves, if no one else will. I'm simple-minded, yes - but I still have a mind. I deserve a line in Treebeard's poem. Hobbits deserve a line. The Hole-Dweller's Verse.

MerryI would have thought one as old as an Ent would know of us. Pippin is probably thinking the same thing. No one pays attention to us halflings. Easy to miss, we are. But, surely he would know of us? He thought our voices were pleasant and nice. That's what we are - pleasant and nice. I don't mind. I don't even mind not having a verse at all. I'm a Brandybuck to heart. We don't need the kind of recognition that Tooks try to live for. We just work hard for ourselves. We are one of the wealthiest families in the Shire. That has to count for something. But it doens't need to. We don't need it to. Pippin made line for us, and that is fine and dandy. Let him do something to make the rest proud and feel important. We should have had a verse to begin with, but were overlooked. But, that's what we've always wanted. We like being left alone. I like being left alone. But, we don't like being lonely. We don't like being left behind. Now, we are the ones going ahead. Our lives are in Frodo's and Sam's hands. Hobbits get to make history. It makes me feel good. Come to think of it, Brandybuck's don't mind feeling good. We rather enjoy it. So, we do need a verse. The Hole-Dweller's Verse.

~Always Be Spring~

PropertyOfFrodo — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:20:03 CST

The sound of her laugh rang through the Hobbits' ears in an amazing way, they never could imagine. She succeeded in making them feel more warm, comfortable, and at ease than they had possibly felt in the entire life. They had felt merriment wash over them when they saw Tom, but Goldberry was something different, something special. The Hobbits could only look at her, smile, and feel warm and cozy.
Sam noticed Tom looking at them with an amused expression on his face.
"What do you find so funny, Mr. Bombadil, sir?"
Tom kept smiling. "You four Hobbits...and Goldberry. The way you smile at her in awe."
"We don't mean to offend you by smiling at her, good sir." Frodo spoke quickly.
Tom only laughed, "No, no, young Hobbits it is not like that! Not like that at all! It is like her, like Goldberry, to leave anyone in awe. You should have seen me when I met her! I looked but a fool!" He laughed again.
Merry and Pippin grinned at each other. Sam chuckled, looking at Frodo, who gave an honest, wide smile back to him.
"Would you tell us how you felt? When you met your wife, Mr. Bombadil?" Merry asked eagerily.
"Of course."
Tom looked in the direction of the cheerful singing, a smile on his face that none of them completely understood. They had seen that smile a few times in their life, but it seemed to only fit Tom.
Tom gave a content sigh, and started, "O, slender as a willow-wand! O clearer that clear water!
O reed by the living pool! Fair River-daughter!
O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after!
O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves' laughter!" Frodo recognized this poem, as he had stated it a few minutes ago.
"Frodo, you saw yourself how that poem is true, but I tell you, it does not even begin to describe my fair River-wife."
Tom closed his eyes, as though lost in memory. "I met her much the way it is said Beren first saw Luthien. I was dancing in the woods, singing a merry song. I was singing from the top of my head, the bottom of my heart, and the words that came form my mouth had never been uttered. As I was singing, I heard another voice behind me." He smiled, his eyes still closed. "This voice was so enchanting, so sweet and pure, that I had to quiet my own voice, for wanting to hear hers more. I turned, and she was standing there. She sang words to go along with mine, even though mine were not known!"
He opened his eyes, laughing, the Hobbits couldn't help but smile along. Smiling in the house was contagious. They didn't mind being infected.
"I stopped singing, to hear her beautiful voice instead of mine, but she stopped when her verse ended as well. She stood there smiling at me. The kindest, warmest, sweetest smile I had ever seen. I knew that even if I was not in love, I was falling fast, and would be soon."
"'Do not stop singing, kind sir, for it was your sweet voice that inspired me to join you.' Her eyes were so bright and honest.
'Who are you?' Said I.
'Goldberry.'
Then, I opened my mouth, and a song came out. I sang of spring, flowers, new birth, water, air, love, enchantment, I could not stop myself even if I tried. Her face lit up, and she sang along with me. We sang a beautiful song, one which neither of us had ever heard before. It came from inside our souls." He looked at the Hobbits. The Hobbits realized now that the smile on Tom's face had been one thinking about his true love. Tom was quite lucky.
"I almost feel," Tom spoke, honeslty, "that I married a Nightengale, who was blessed by the Riverspirits. She is enchanting. Enchanting in a pure, sweet way. Not in a way that is Elvish, for she is not. But, in a way that could only be hers. She is a one of a kind. I love her for that."
That smile had returned to his face.
"That kind of love we were singing, can not be completely told. There are no words for it. No words to tell of its beauty and meaning. Our singing faded, our dancing grew weary. We looked at each other. I knew then that I was in love, and that she would be my wife. That she loved me in return."
He leaned forward, his eyes lighting when he heard her singing grow closer, then fade as she moved away. The Hobbits understood, but did not know how Tom felt. Goldberry had a gift of beauty that could be found in so few things. It was not as ethereal as Elvish beauty. It was simple, honest, pure, and true. They understood that there was no other that Tom or Goldberry could possibly be with. They were soul mates.
"It got dark when we had grown weary. Our reverie was interrupted by the crickets song. We looked around, almost scared. She took my hand, and led me away, away to a small cottage. She opened the door, and I knew I was about to enter a haven that was filled with her beauty and sweetness. I knew I would be home."
He paused. He looked at each of them, taking in their expressions. All sat there in a deep reverence. Tom hesitated, as though trying to keep something from slipping away.
"I will never forget what she said then. She saw how worried I looked. She sang her poem to me, and then, added her own verse." His eyes smiled and crinkled, his entire being seemed to radiate joy. He had become this way because of the love between him and Goldberry.
"She said, 'Let us shut out the night, for it will always be spring again after!'"
He nodded his head. "We never parted since that day. It has, as she said, always been spring in the house of Tom Bombadil!"

~Not a Follower~

PropertyOfFrodo — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 19:32:20 CST

Samwise
Such a simple name.
'Fool' is the opposite
Of his great heart.
He is no fool, only kind.
His heart greater than
Most other's minds.
He began humble, in dirt
A servant, knowing his place.
But his heart and mind
Deserved from greater
Than his little race.
A gardner who will follow
Until the ends of the earth.
Never giving up, hope or faith
Triumphing with his will.
All he wanted, a simple life
Little children, Rosie to be his wife.
A small garden of his own
A cozy home to keep
But, alas, this little Hobbit
Deserved a quest to seek.
Not a warrior, not a scholar,
Not a leader...
But not a follower.
His humble spirit resisted
Temptation, the most evil.
His sharp mind knew dangers
Forsight against the most fowl.
His pure heart held strength
Determination, that good will win.
His undying devotion held fast
To stay alive, to keep walking.
This little Hobbit's hands held dirt
Saved lives with a steel blade.
This little Hobbit drank beer
Tasted food of god-like beings.
This little Hobbit wore servant garb,
Was protected with Magic clothes.
This little Hobbit never walked far,
Treked a land of Shadow & Flame.
This little Hobbit never worried,
Used his last will to save the world.
This little Hobbit who was a servant,
Became a leader, admired by all...
This little Hobbit was not a follower.

~Life Over Death~

PropertyOfFrodo — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 19:25:34 CST

So much death had he seen,
Such a long life he had known.
My father knew it all had been
Worth the price, long outgrown.
The book felt heavy in unfamiliar arms,
Though its tales held my heart.
His smile lost none of its charms,
I felt sadness, knew tears would start.
I felt unworthy, could not fill fate,
Such strength of courage to find.
"You are my daughter, I trust the state
Of your heart, your soul, your mind."
Mother gone, Frodo, gone,
Now Samwise Gamgee as well.
I must lift by head, walk on,
I had so many stories to tell.
I would continue the legend,
He would become a memory,
I would create a worthy end,
To a grand and epic story.
It was my turn to be the Brave,
My turn to live my life.
With a sad hug, sweet smile, and wave,
I would be a wonderful person, mother, wife.

~Behind Blue Eyes~

PropertyOfFrodo — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 19:21:14 CST

No one knows what it is like...
No one used to, no one until know.
Behind me there is a creature,
Just a small, scared creature,
Submissive, crying...
He always tries to escape
Doesn't he know he is weak?
Too weak, too scared...
Too stupid.
Doesn't he know this?
He can't save me...
He created me, he needed me...
Needed the company,
Someone to understand him.
I used to be the only one
The only one who knew.
He only had me, only needed me.
Now he wants me to go,
Says all he needs is Master.
But, I am stronger, in control
He is behind me, behind my mind...

I hate him. Hates him.
I used to need him, he used to be
The only one who knew me.
I am all that is real,
Yet, now he controls me.
How could I create such anger?
I am too vulnerable, to scared.
I tell him to go away...
He laughs at me, laughs!
He is trying to break me,
I try to escape, I try to flee.
He is too strong.
Why can't he let me go?
I don't need him anymore!
I am all that he has to live.
I created him, I can destroy him.
He is from my own mind.
Yet, I am behind his.
He has grown out of my weakness.
Become stronger than I.
Now I'm behind him, behind his eyes.