Love Long In The Making

Written By: HobbitGirlForever (aka: Camellia Baggins)

(a/n- people always ask me why I go by the last name Baggins when my two favorite characters have the last names Took and Brandybuck, it is quite simple…you shouldn't date or marry someone who is related to you…lol. No, I really don't believe I can or will marry either…I just made it that way to make things more interesting.)

Disclaimer: All things Lord Of The Rings belong to the great professor Tolkien/his family/New Line Cinema/etc. Please don't sue me, all I have is my Pippin action figure, ticket stubs, and the extended version of The Fellowship of The Ring. You can't have them, they are mine, they came to me….my precious…j/k!

Chapter One- Love Is Patient

"Peregrin Took get yourself in here right this instant!" Eglantine yelled in dismay upon entering the kitchen to find a complete mess. The two apple pies that had once sat on the windowsill to cool were now all over the floor along with her favorite flowerpot, which had shattered upon impact. Her husband had bought it for her as a sort of wedding present. Every spring, the flowers that she would annually plant in the pot would bloom and the fragrant pink flowers would make her smile every time she entered the room. Now the precious, handmade, hand painted pot was in a million fragments, there was no way that it could ever be put back together, nor could it be replaced.

Pippin rushed to the kitchen, knowing full well why his mother was yelling. When he entered the room she was kneeling down by the mess. He cleared his throat and put his hand lightly on his mother's shoulder.

"Mum?" Pippin said quietly.

Eglantine turned around slowly her face was red with anger and she had tears streaming down her face. "Peregrin how on earth! Never mind I do not care to hear it."

"I am sorry mum, it was an accident. I will clean it up and buy you another flower pot."

"Your father bought that for me a long time ago, it will never be the same." The memories rushed back to her in an instant. "You always spoil everything! You are such a stupid foolish lad! Go! Find someone else to bother!" Hot tears rolled down her face onto her lap.

"But mum I am sor…"

"OUT Peregrin NOW!"

The young hobbit lad turned and ran out of the kitchen and out of the hole. In all of his twenty-nine years his mother had never been this angry with him. Usually it was his father who yelled and hit him when he had been bad. His father was not a cruel man, but after a while Paladin decided that maybe a whipping would cause him to listen and not to be so foolish and reckless. Pippin tried hard, he really did, but he was still a young hobbit lad so behaving was quite difficult. As he got older, his behavior improved some, but even after the mission…quest…thing he had a hard time acting his age. His family still treated him like their little Pippin when he returned, so it was hard not to act in that manner.

His mother's words echoed in his head 'you spoil everything' 'you are such a stupid foolish lad' 'go find someone else to bother' 'OUT' . He started to run faster, he was crying now and his only thought was to get somewhere were he could not be seen. Pippin ran into the forest, the tree branches hit him in the face but he did not care. He wanted to get away fast. However, he was not paying attention to where he was going until he ran into another young hobbit who had been wandering in the woods.

"Ouch" cried the hobbit that he had run into and then fell onto. "Get off of me you big oaf before I scream for my brothers!"

Pippin jumped off quickly. He recognized the voice immediately. It belonged to a Miss. Diamond of Long Cleeve. " I am really sorry, I am so sorry." He jumped to his feet.

She glanced at his sad face, he was quite flushed, and his gorgeous hazel eyes were turning red….he had been crying.

"Wait don't go Pippin!" she grabbed his wrist and looked into his sad eyes.

He pulled his arm out of her tight grasp and turned to run.

"Please, please don't go"

He turned back to her and looked into her pleading eyes. He debated it inwardly for a moment before sitting down. For some reason he trusted her and felt drawn to her. Yes, he would stay.