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Just Short The Hobbit Edition	By : ShadowoftheForgotten Category: +Third Age > General Views: 1643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For the longest time Merry and Pippin have heard that they remind others of two dwarven princes. Two princes that have long since passed from the world of living. It hurts Pippin's heart when he thinks he causes his friends pain, for Bilbo had known them on his adventure, Gimli had grown up with them and though he hadn't known them long Legolas was also fond of the princes. Merry preened every time he was likened to the lion prince. Pippin looks over at his cousin and Heart. It had been a few years since Frodo and Bilbo had sailed across the ocean, life in the Shire it just wasn't the same for them. Sam... poor Sam pretends to love another while his Heart is far beyond his reach. Rosie, Rosie knew but she loved Sam and their children dearly. But the Shire life wasn't the life for Merry and Pippin, not anymore. So they packed up and left, the helped humans with small skirmishes here and there. Pippin sighs softly curly chestnut hair covering gray eyes as he rests his head against his knees. Deep within his soul he feels as if something is wrong, something is going to happen and it scares him. He doesn't want to leave Merry and he doesn't want Merry to leave him.

"You're thinking to loud over there Pip."

Pippin chuckles softly raising his head from his knees.

"What a horrid thing to accuse me of. Thinking indeed," he tries to joke but it falls flat and Merry sits up blue eyes worried. Pippin gently traces Merry's face molding himself into his side.

"I have a bad feeling Merry, a very bad feeling."

Merry holds on to him tightly kissing his head gently.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

They stay curled up within each others embrace until their stomachs start to protest. Merry kisses Pippin soundly as the younger slips out of the bed. Today they are going to be escorting a traders carvan from Bree to a settlement close to where Rivendell use to be. He wishes he could see the elves again, they were nice and didn't judge him as the humans and fellow Hobbits did for loving Merry but they're gone now. Deep in memories of the past Pippin makes breakfast, not anything grand like a Hobbit would have in the Shire but simple and filling.

A pair of arms circle his waist and a head rests on his shoulder. Hands rub his stomach in an empty measure, no matter how hard they tried... Pippin mentally shakes his head away from those thoughts. It wouldn't do to dwell on sad things on an already ominous day. Merry helps him dish up the meal of eggs, bacon and toast before sitting down, pulling Pippin on to his lap. His Heart seems to pick up on his subtle thought for he kisses his neck.

"Yavanna will bless us soon. We saved Middle Earth, surely she will gift us with a child. Sam has four now don't he."

"Aye he has four children and a broken heart. Perhaps the children are the Green Lady's way of saying sorry."

Merry sighs softly.

"Pip...."

"I'm sorry."

"No it's alright... You know we have some time before...." Merry wiggles his eyebrows making Pippin giggle.

"Bed. The table leaves the most awful bruises on my back," Pippin whisper nipping at Merry's ear. With a loud laugh Merry stands carrying his lover to the bedroom. Today may just be a good day after all, is Pippin's last though before the ability to think is taken from him. If only they stayed in bed.

Later that day as they lead the caravan through the woods, pausing at the three trolls so they can boast about knowing the Hobbit that helped turn them so they are attacked. Not by bandits like normal but by orcs. Horrid memories pass through each Hobbit's head as they strive to keep the cursed things from the merchants who did not know how to defend themselves. Merry and Pippin plus the four armed human guards of the caravan fight hard. Pippin with his small blade that he was given in Gondor slices any Orc that gets to close to him or Merry, his hesitance of killing is still there but his determination to protect overruled it just as it had during that battle. Merry fights hard, he had received a replacement blade after he healed enough from stabbing a Nasghoul and it serves him well. He turns to check on Pippin a cheeky grin on his face. Pippin smiles back at him and then a sound that will always haunt his nightmares echoes. The sound of an arrow hitting flesh. He looks down and stares in shock at the arrow protruding from his chest. Another arrow hits and he goes down faintly hearing Merry yelling his name.

The sounds of battle dim and all he can see are blue eyes and blond hair. He coughs blood dribbling down his chin. Merry clutches him tightly, rocking back and forth.

"Stay with me Pip, don't you leave me. You can't leave me Pip..."

Shakily he raises a hand to place it on Merry's heart.

"I'll always... be here... Merry."

And the world goes black.

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When Pippin wakes up it's to green leaves and whispered words. He frowns slightly as he takes in the canopy, it's not like the leaves of the forest he was... Merry!!! He jolts up with a gasp looking for his lover only to met with the sight of thirteen dwarves and a hobbit. A hobbit that isn't his Merry. His heart thunders as he scrambles away from the strange dwarves his hand going for his sword only to notice with a falling heart that it wasn't there. The hobbit steps forward hands up soothingly as the dwarves behind him shift, their weapons already in their hands.

"It's alright. We won't hurt you," the other hobbit soothes and the voice rings a bell from deep within his memory. A soft chest that rose up and down, the voice would crack on parts of the story he was telling and as time went by the voice began to echo it's passage.

"Would you mind telling us your name and how you got to be here?"

Pippin shakes his head slightly, not seeing the frown marring the dwarf closest to the hobbit.

"This isn't possible. It isn't. This must be a dream, a cruel dream brought on by my injuries," he mutters backing farther away. The hobbit before him can't be Bilbo, it can't! He watched him board the ship to the undying lands!!! Plus he is as young as Pippin maybe older... Nope not possible those orc arrows must have had something on them.

"How does he know your name Bilbo?" the gruff question jolts him out of his thoughts.

"Did I say that all out loud?" He asks, his voice squeaking. One of the dwarves, the one with white hair and split beard, chuckles.

"You did indeed laddie. Now how do you know our burglar?"

Gray eyes watch the hobbit before him warily, he said injuries yet he could see none on him. The boy shakes his head rapidly and sits down holding his head.

"This isn't real..."

Biblo sits next to the other hobbit and gently rubs his shoulder which only makes the other sob.

"You can't be Uncle Bilbo. You can't, cause that means I'm dead and this is the afterlife and I've left Merry... You can't," he whispers leaning into the others touch. Bilbo frowns softly as he hugs the crying hobbit.

"You're not dead. You are nice and warm and very much alive. It's not very fair that you know my name but I don't know your now is it? It is also very ill-mannered that you haven't introduced yourself," he scolds softly and he is rewarded with a chuckle. He's given that lecture to a certain young cousin of his many a times when he gets excited. He notices the dwarves getting closer to him shakes his head slightly. It wouldn't do to scare the poor dear.

"Pippin at your service."
Balin sees the homesick look that crosses Bilbo's face at the name and frowns.
"So Pippin what were you doing before you woke up here?" His cousin had a habit of sleep walking if he remembered correctly.
"Me and Merry were escorting a caravan. The merchants wanted the 'brave heroes of Rohan and Gondor' to be with them hoping we'd scare off any bandits... Should have known something would go wrong. I could feel it," Pippin whispers softly. The dwarves lean in to hear him "It was going so well, we were even ahead of schedule so we stopped at the stone trolls. Whenever we go that way we like to stop there and reenact the story... We were ambushed... Not by bandits but by orcs! They shouldn't have been there, they should have been dead..." a hand clutches where the first arrow hit him "We were outnumbered... Six against many. Two hobbits and four humans.... But we were winning then, thwap. An arrow hitting me then another thwap... and Merry is begging me not to leave."

Pippin shudders slightly and the dwarves share looks of confusion.
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