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Death and Life were resting on the tip of the brush; he let the bristles caress the paper like a loving hand. He felt the cool flicks of paint hit his face and the bridge of his nose. He mixed and washed, mixed and washed, until his hands were a mixture of lilacs and grass. And his forehead was dotted with the clouds. He stepped back and admired his work. The meadow of the Shire swayed in the, invisible breeze. The spring shower cloud seemed to be moving ever so slowly off the canvas. And he seemed to smell the rain in the picture. He smiled and signed his name on the right hand lower corner. "M. Brandybuck."

Ever since he was a young child Merry always loved to doodle and draw. He would sit on the hillside sketching the forest below. He would draw the things in his dreams, and paint the faces of the unknown. He would come home and but his drawing in his cupboard or under his floor board in the secret. Saradoc did not approve of a hobbit lad, especially his son, painting and doing, "Women's things." As he called them, "Next he'll be sewing up dresses…" So Merry on did these things in private, and always tip-toed out to the pump outside.

After he had gotten all of the paint off of his hands and face he changed clothes and went for a walk, sketch pad in the pack that bumped his side with every step. He sighed and looked up at the cerulean sky, the afternoon sun warm on his back.

He walked through the woods surrounding Brandybuck hall and sat at his favorite spot, a small pond. He took out the pad and with his nimble fingers drew an "S" like curve to resemble a swan's neck; he did this for a while, before yawning and thought to himself, "I'll just lay down for a bit." Before long he was fast asleep the sketch at his side.

When his eyes opened he was surprised to find that it was more than likely late afternoon and that the sun was setting. What he was even more surprised to find was his cousin sitting next to him looking through the sketch pad.

"Pippin!" he made a swipe for his drawings…

Peregrin Took smiled and replied, "Oh you awake? That's good. Did you draw all these? Their, quite amazing…"

"What are you doing in Buckland?"

"You invited me to stay 'member?" Merry searched his head, and then realized that it was Friday, the 10th…

"Oh."

'Well I'm flattered that you remembered." He replied sarcastically, and sat up. "So did you draw these?"

Merry sighed and leaned against the tree, "Yeah, Da' doesn't want me too though."

Pippin rolled his eyes, "Adults ...ugh." he looked up at his cousin grinning, "Can you draw me?" Merry was taken aback at this request no one had ever asked him to draw them, he normally would have refused.

If it wasn't Pippin that is.

He took up the pencil, he started with the eyes first, those jade orbs, bright and thoughtful. Then the jaw line, strong, the curls came next, then the nose, then the tiny doll lips. He shaded and added, and shaded some more, finally it was done

"Here are you happy now?" me muttered and threw the pad into his pack and handed to paper to Pippin, whom smiled and then peered down, "Where's the signature?"

"Father doesn't like my drawings, so if he sees that tell him it was a gift from some lass or something."

Pippin nodded, accepting this answer, Saradoc was gentle-hobbit of old fashion; never accepting new ways. He folded it carefully and put it in his waist coat pocket.

TBC

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