Bronwe: Worship (1/?)
BY ALBA
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DISCLAIMER: The characters mentioned in this story do not belong to me, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien's estate. I merely borrowed them and will return them when I'm finished with them. I am making no money off this fiction, in fact, I'm paying for it to even BE here. So don't sue me because I am flat broke. PrettySparklyDanceBoys broke my bank.
DEDICATION: For Kris, my beloved, nasty elfslut. :) For Janelle, my smutmuse who gives me the needed boots to the head. And to Daisy Gamgee for her kind words and her go-ahead for me to write this series.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Bronwe" is Sindarin for "enduring, lasting quality, faith" (according to this site: http://www.jrrvf.com/~hisweloke/cgi-bin/sintrans.cgi). No, Elves don't have anything to do with the story. I just liked the word. :)
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BRONWE: Worship
Meriadoc Brandybuck hated being reminded that he was a child. He was a tweenager at the tender age of 24 and not a child, thankyouverymuch. If only the adults of his family would accept that. At the moment, he and his parents were staying with their Took relations in order to celebrate the Uncle Paladin's birthday.
"MERRY" He heard Pearl Took's voice ring out and he cringed. Pearl had been driving him crazy since they'd arrived, trying to corner him into kissing her. Idly, Merry wondered what Pearl would say if she found out that he didn't like girls at all. She'd probably freak out and go running to his parents and then he'd have to deal with their disappointment. He *was* their only child, after all. So for their sakes, he kissed girls and pretended to like it. He just wished he could be more like his cousin, Bilbo, who didn't seem to like boys OR girls. Then again, everyone in the Shire did tend to call Bilbo "Mad Old Baggins," which should have told him something right there.
"There you are!" Pervinca, the youngest of the three Took daughters, exclaimed, grabbing Merry's arm and dragging him out of his hiding place.
"Meriadoc!" Pearl shrieked, landing a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek. Merry grimaced. This was going to be a long day. Even a pleading look over at his mother didn't help, as she was so busy talking to some of the other women-folk of the family. None of his male cousins were around, either. They were probably all out stealing mushrooms or doing something else equally forbidden. And he was stuck HERE with the women and the children.
"Please, Elbereth, let me get out of this house," Merry muttered to himself, calling on a Goddess he'd heard Bilbo mention once. If she was good enough for the elves, she was good enough for him. And at long last, Elbereth seemed to answer him. Pearl and Pervinca were persuaded to sit amongst the women and gossip. Merry took advantage of their distraction and slipped out the back door, taking off at a run and never looking back. When he finally slowed down, he found himself looking out over the Brandywine River. "Finally," he groaned happily, sinking onto the grass on the bank. Closing his eyes, he finally allowed himself to relax and doze a bit.
A voice beside him startled Merry out of his half-slumber. "My family getting to you?" it asked, sounding very amused. Merry's eyes shot open and he glared up at the intruder, his 16-year old cousin, Peregrin "Pippin" Took.
"AH! Pippin! How'd you sneak up on me like that?"
"Uncle Bilbo says I'm an elf," the younger hobbit said, plopping himself on the grass next to Merry. "Have you ever seen an elf?"
"No, I haven't seen one, but I've heard Uncle Bilbo talk about them. He says that they're the most beautiful creatures on this world," Merry said, sitting up fully to face Pippin. The other sat beside him, plucking at a bright green blade beneath his feet. Merry reached over and pulled a dandilion towards him. "Uncle Bilbo also says that they love trees and everything outdoors."
"What else does Uncle Bilbo say?" Pippin asked.
"You really want to hear?" Merry looked closely at his cousin, seeing no evidence of teasing. Pippin seemed to be genuinely curious.
"Sure. It's not like either one of us wants to go back to my house anytime soon," Pippin giggled, a high-pitched childish giggle. "I don't wanna go back ever! All my sisters talk about is boys and who they've kissed. It's gross! I'm a boy and I don't really want to think about kissing my sisters!"
"No, Pippin," laughed Merry, "you don't kiss your sisters. When you get older, you'll start kissing hobbit lasses and maybe you'll find one that you love and you'll marry her."
"Ew," was all Pippin said in response to that before changing the subject. "Girls."
"You'll change your mind. I promise. Anyways, I thought you said you wanted to hear about the elves."
"I do! Tell me about the elves, Merry. What does Uncle Bilbo say?" Pippin was practically bouncing with excitement. Merry lay back and stared up at the blue sky, running through some of Uncle Bilbo's tales mentally, picking the best one to start with. Pippin cuddled up into the crook of his neck as Merry began to speak, repeating all the tales of the elves that he'd learned from Bilbo. He told Pippin about the Lord Elrond's peaceful valley, and about King Thranduil's stone palace and the Undying Lands in the West, the place the elves sailed to at the end of their time on Middle-earth.
Taking one small hand in his own, Merry rested his head against Pippin's blond curls and continued speaking, reciting what he remembered of the tale of Gil-galad, and various other bits and pieces of rhymes. Finally, his voice trailed off, words spent. Smiling gently at the now-sleeping hobbit curled against his shoulder, Merry watched the shadows lengthen until he, too, fell asleep.
That was how Paladin Took and Saradoc Brandybuck found their sons the next morning, curled around each other in the soft, dewey grass. Exchanging a look, both fathers simply picked up their respective sons and began the long trek back to Tuckborough.
BY ALBA
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DISCLAIMER: The characters mentioned in this story do not belong to me, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien's estate. I merely borrowed them and will return them when I'm finished with them. I am making no money off this fiction, in fact, I'm paying for it to even BE here. So don't sue me because I am flat broke. PrettySparklyDanceBoys broke my bank.
DEDICATION: For Kris, my beloved, nasty elfslut. :) For Janelle, my smutmuse who gives me the needed boots to the head. And to Daisy Gamgee for her kind words and her go-ahead for me to write this series.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: "Bronwe" is Sindarin for "enduring, lasting quality, faith" (according to this site: http://www.jrrvf.com/~hisweloke/cgi-bin/sintrans.cgi). No, Elves don't have anything to do with the story. I just liked the word. :)
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BRONWE: Worship
Meriadoc Brandybuck hated being reminded that he was a child. He was a tweenager at the tender age of 24 and not a child, thankyouverymuch. If only the adults of his family would accept that. At the moment, he and his parents were staying with their Took relations in order to celebrate the Uncle Paladin's birthday.
"MERRY" He heard Pearl Took's voice ring out and he cringed. Pearl had been driving him crazy since they'd arrived, trying to corner him into kissing her. Idly, Merry wondered what Pearl would say if she found out that he didn't like girls at all. She'd probably freak out and go running to his parents and then he'd have to deal with their disappointment. He *was* their only child, after all. So for their sakes, he kissed girls and pretended to like it. He just wished he could be more like his cousin, Bilbo, who didn't seem to like boys OR girls. Then again, everyone in the Shire did tend to call Bilbo "Mad Old Baggins," which should have told him something right there.
"There you are!" Pervinca, the youngest of the three Took daughters, exclaimed, grabbing Merry's arm and dragging him out of his hiding place.
"Meriadoc!" Pearl shrieked, landing a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek. Merry grimaced. This was going to be a long day. Even a pleading look over at his mother didn't help, as she was so busy talking to some of the other women-folk of the family. None of his male cousins were around, either. They were probably all out stealing mushrooms or doing something else equally forbidden. And he was stuck HERE with the women and the children.
"Please, Elbereth, let me get out of this house," Merry muttered to himself, calling on a Goddess he'd heard Bilbo mention once. If she was good enough for the elves, she was good enough for him. And at long last, Elbereth seemed to answer him. Pearl and Pervinca were persuaded to sit amongst the women and gossip. Merry took advantage of their distraction and slipped out the back door, taking off at a run and never looking back. When he finally slowed down, he found himself looking out over the Brandywine River. "Finally," he groaned happily, sinking onto the grass on the bank. Closing his eyes, he finally allowed himself to relax and doze a bit.
A voice beside him startled Merry out of his half-slumber. "My family getting to you?" it asked, sounding very amused. Merry's eyes shot open and he glared up at the intruder, his 16-year old cousin, Peregrin "Pippin" Took.
"AH! Pippin! How'd you sneak up on me like that?"
"Uncle Bilbo says I'm an elf," the younger hobbit said, plopping himself on the grass next to Merry. "Have you ever seen an elf?"
"No, I haven't seen one, but I've heard Uncle Bilbo talk about them. He says that they're the most beautiful creatures on this world," Merry said, sitting up fully to face Pippin. The other sat beside him, plucking at a bright green blade beneath his feet. Merry reached over and pulled a dandilion towards him. "Uncle Bilbo also says that they love trees and everything outdoors."
"What else does Uncle Bilbo say?" Pippin asked.
"You really want to hear?" Merry looked closely at his cousin, seeing no evidence of teasing. Pippin seemed to be genuinely curious.
"Sure. It's not like either one of us wants to go back to my house anytime soon," Pippin giggled, a high-pitched childish giggle. "I don't wanna go back ever! All my sisters talk about is boys and who they've kissed. It's gross! I'm a boy and I don't really want to think about kissing my sisters!"
"No, Pippin," laughed Merry, "you don't kiss your sisters. When you get older, you'll start kissing hobbit lasses and maybe you'll find one that you love and you'll marry her."
"Ew," was all Pippin said in response to that before changing the subject. "Girls."
"You'll change your mind. I promise. Anyways, I thought you said you wanted to hear about the elves."
"I do! Tell me about the elves, Merry. What does Uncle Bilbo say?" Pippin was practically bouncing with excitement. Merry lay back and stared up at the blue sky, running through some of Uncle Bilbo's tales mentally, picking the best one to start with. Pippin cuddled up into the crook of his neck as Merry began to speak, repeating all the tales of the elves that he'd learned from Bilbo. He told Pippin about the Lord Elrond's peaceful valley, and about King Thranduil's stone palace and the Undying Lands in the West, the place the elves sailed to at the end of their time on Middle-earth.
Taking one small hand in his own, Merry rested his head against Pippin's blond curls and continued speaking, reciting what he remembered of the tale of Gil-galad, and various other bits and pieces of rhymes. Finally, his voice trailed off, words spent. Smiling gently at the now-sleeping hobbit curled against his shoulder, Merry watched the shadows lengthen until he, too, fell asleep.
That was how Paladin Took and Saradoc Brandybuck found their sons the next morning, curled around each other in the soft, dewey grass. Exchanging a look, both fathers simply picked up their respective sons and began the long trek back to Tuckborough.