Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Days of the King ❯ A Visitor to Hobbiton ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Queen-of-Blades138 
Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.26.2008 | Updated On: 12.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 188 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.26.2008 | Updated On: 12.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 188 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N:Hey,it's me again.. sorry this ismy shortest chapter yet... I'll update
soon
Disclaimer:Don't own it..Damn
Chapter 9 - a Visitor to Hobbiton
It was one of those blissful spring days in the Shire, with unseasonable
warmth and brilliant sunshine. The slight though persistent breezes brought
the scents of new grass, wildflowers and newly turned earth to every
corner of the village. If any hobbit opened a window in any hobbit home,
the smells of imminent summer would inevitably tempt them outdoors.
A hobbit walked up to the riverbank, and took a deep breath of the spring
air, stretched, and yawned. He was a fellow in the maturity of his youth,
and quite tall for a hobbit. His deeply tanned skin and scraggly beard
gave him a somewhat rough appearance; this impression was enhanced by the
hardened leather jerkin and gauntlets he wore, and scabbard belted at his
waist.
He picked up a pebble and pelted it idly into the water. He seemed to see
something of interest then on the bank and bent down into the bushes to
get a better look. He disappeared from view. Several minutes passed. He did
not reappear.
Three hobbit children had crept up to the river's edge. Like all hobbits,
water was not a comfortable environment. If they had not been so bent
on their task, they would have not approached the bank so closely.
"Where did he go?"
The eldest - a bold blond lassie of about nine with sharp gray eyes took
point, and crept even closer on hands and knees so that she was on the
sloping bank of the river, and in the mud. She looked up and down the bank,
in the bushes and lastly, in the water itself.
"Maybe he drowned", said the older of the two boys. He was about eight, and
had hair the color of dark wheat. His hazel eyes round as plates at the
morbid though facinating prospect of their quarry's watery demise.
The smallest child, about five, started to cry. He had a thick dark brown hair
and pale blue eyes. He had never been this close to open water and had been
terrified several yards back.
"I don't want Uncle Pippin to be dead!" he cried, balling his fists into his
eyes.
"I don't want to play this game anymore! I want Uncle Pippin! I want to go
home!" the little one insisted, stamping his foot as he worked himself up
to a tantrum.
"You little scamps! What are you doing so far from home! You mother will
have your hide - and mine too - to see you so close to the water!"
The little girl spun around so fast she fell in the mud. The middle child
laughed and asked him, "How do you do that, Uncle Pippin!"
The baby boy put up his arms, and Pippin snatched him up and whirled him
about in circles so that he squealed and shrieked with delight.
"Now get on - I'm sure it's time for tea and I can't show up without you
lot, or you're mam won't feed ME!"
He set the child down.
"I'll beat you there."
The girl was resentfully trying to brush the mud from her dress and hands.
"C'mon, Uncle Pippin. You can't beat me at a run". She crossed her arms
over her chest. She cocked her head, and looked at him at an angle. "Unless
you're using some sort of magic you got from those Elves you told us about".
Pippin squatted to be eye to eye with her. "No magic, I promise. Just long
legs, knowing the trail, and of course...", here he winked at the older
boy,"I can beat a girl any day!"
She gasped in indignation, then yelled "See you there, slowpoke! I'll tell
Mother not to save you any scones and jam!" And off she sprinted, like a
deer, almost lost in the tall grass before her brother shouted, "Hey - wait
for us!" He took his baby brother's hand and almost dragged him in his wake.
"Be careful with your brother! If he doesn't get home safe you won't have
scones and jam either!"
The children were out of sight in a small thicket beyond the river's grass
border, when Pippin felt a hand on his shoulder. With a speed and ferocity
that would have amazed most in Hobbiton, Pippin whirled around with his
short sword unsheathed.
There was no one there.
Then a voice drifted down from a nearby tree.
"Master Peregrin Took!"
He looked up.
Legolas lounged, like a great cat, on one of the middle branches of the
tree.
Pippin stared in open mouthed surprise.
"Legolas? Legolas! My dear friend - it's been so many years!"
With a broad grin, Legolas pushed off the branch and back-flipped to the
ground, landing lightly a few feet from Pippin. He offered his hand to the
Elf. Legolas grabbed him, almost the way he had seized the little boy,
and gave him a squeeze that left him breathless.
"I cannot say how full my heart is to see you, Legolas! I haven't seen
anyone from our journeys since Gandalf came to collect Frodo all those
years ago! What brings you to my little corner of the world?"
Legolas looked at him intently. The pupils of his Elf-eyes, always larger
and more luminous than those of Men or Dwarves (or Hobbits for that matter)
always made an Elvish stare a little disconcerting.
"I have come for you, Pippin. Are you game for another adventure?"
soon
Disclaimer:Don't own it..Damn
Chapter 9 - a Visitor to Hobbiton
It was one of those blissful spring days in the Shire, with unseasonable
warmth and brilliant sunshine. The slight though persistent breezes brought
the scents of new grass, wildflowers and newly turned earth to every
corner of the village. If any hobbit opened a window in any hobbit home,
the smells of imminent summer would inevitably tempt them outdoors.
A hobbit walked up to the riverbank, and took a deep breath of the spring
air, stretched, and yawned. He was a fellow in the maturity of his youth,
and quite tall for a hobbit. His deeply tanned skin and scraggly beard
gave him a somewhat rough appearance; this impression was enhanced by the
hardened leather jerkin and gauntlets he wore, and scabbard belted at his
waist.
He picked up a pebble and pelted it idly into the water. He seemed to see
something of interest then on the bank and bent down into the bushes to
get a better look. He disappeared from view. Several minutes passed. He did
not reappear.
Three hobbit children had crept up to the river's edge. Like all hobbits,
water was not a comfortable environment. If they had not been so bent
on their task, they would have not approached the bank so closely.
"Where did he go?"
The eldest - a bold blond lassie of about nine with sharp gray eyes took
point, and crept even closer on hands and knees so that she was on the
sloping bank of the river, and in the mud. She looked up and down the bank,
in the bushes and lastly, in the water itself.
"Maybe he drowned", said the older of the two boys. He was about eight, and
had hair the color of dark wheat. His hazel eyes round as plates at the
morbid though facinating prospect of their quarry's watery demise.
The smallest child, about five, started to cry. He had a thick dark brown hair
and pale blue eyes. He had never been this close to open water and had been
terrified several yards back.
"I don't want Uncle Pippin to be dead!" he cried, balling his fists into his
eyes.
"I don't want to play this game anymore! I want Uncle Pippin! I want to go
home!" the little one insisted, stamping his foot as he worked himself up
to a tantrum.
"You little scamps! What are you doing so far from home! You mother will
have your hide - and mine too - to see you so close to the water!"
The little girl spun around so fast she fell in the mud. The middle child
laughed and asked him, "How do you do that, Uncle Pippin!"
The baby boy put up his arms, and Pippin snatched him up and whirled him
about in circles so that he squealed and shrieked with delight.
"Now get on - I'm sure it's time for tea and I can't show up without you
lot, or you're mam won't feed ME!"
He set the child down.
"I'll beat you there."
The girl was resentfully trying to brush the mud from her dress and hands.
"C'mon, Uncle Pippin. You can't beat me at a run". She crossed her arms
over her chest. She cocked her head, and looked at him at an angle. "Unless
you're using some sort of magic you got from those Elves you told us about".
Pippin squatted to be eye to eye with her. "No magic, I promise. Just long
legs, knowing the trail, and of course...", here he winked at the older
boy,"I can beat a girl any day!"
She gasped in indignation, then yelled "See you there, slowpoke! I'll tell
Mother not to save you any scones and jam!" And off she sprinted, like a
deer, almost lost in the tall grass before her brother shouted, "Hey - wait
for us!" He took his baby brother's hand and almost dragged him in his wake.
"Be careful with your brother! If he doesn't get home safe you won't have
scones and jam either!"
The children were out of sight in a small thicket beyond the river's grass
border, when Pippin felt a hand on his shoulder. With a speed and ferocity
that would have amazed most in Hobbiton, Pippin whirled around with his
short sword unsheathed.
There was no one there.
Then a voice drifted down from a nearby tree.
"Master Peregrin Took!"
He looked up.
Legolas lounged, like a great cat, on one of the middle branches of the
tree.
Pippin stared in open mouthed surprise.
"Legolas? Legolas! My dear friend - it's been so many years!"
With a broad grin, Legolas pushed off the branch and back-flipped to the
ground, landing lightly a few feet from Pippin. He offered his hand to the
Elf. Legolas grabbed him, almost the way he had seized the little boy,
and gave him a squeeze that left him breathless.
"I cannot say how full my heart is to see you, Legolas! I haven't seen
anyone from our journeys since Gandalf came to collect Frodo all those
years ago! What brings you to my little corner of the world?"
Legolas looked at him intently. The pupils of his Elf-eyes, always larger
and more luminous than those of Men or Dwarves (or Hobbits for that matter)
always made an Elvish stare a little disconcerting.
"I have come for you, Pippin. Are you game for another adventure?"