Among The Feilds | By : Lor Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 1749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"Awwww.....Just look at 'er, Merry." Pippin sighed, his eyes going to a dreamy half-mast. It was a typical pose for his gentle countenance whenever he and Merry ventured close to Farmer Maggot's cottage, which was becoming an everyday occurrence.
"Can't say that I see anything so special about her, Pippin," Merry huffed as he made another drastic leap at a fat ear of corn just out of his reach. He knew he was being intentionally cruel to his friend but he couldn't seem to help it. Pippin's growing obsession with farmer Maggot's daughter was a constant thorn in his side.
"How can you say such a thing?" Came Pippin's gasped reply. It was beyond him how anyone could think Doryan Maggot anything but beautiful.
Merry cast a narrow gaze over his shoulder and through the tall stalks. There she was tending a newly birthed lamb, helping it to stand on long wobbly legs upon the soft green grass. She wasn't half as tall as a human nor nearly as small as a hobbit, she stood somewhere in between. It was clear on that observation alone she was a mishmash of human and hobbit. Another of the oddities of her breeding were her feet, neither human nor hobbit in appearance, again somewhere between the two. "A troll's backside would be a prettier picture." But he continued to watch the girl. He liked, to his compounding annoyance, the way the coppery veil of her hair caught the wind and swirled around her waist. But never would he admit to Pippin that he like anything about the strange girl. Never.
"Your blind...BLIND, Merry!" Pippin practically wailed, his eyes swimming with moisture at the insult to his love. Why? Why does he say such things to me? He was constantly confounded by Merry's ever growing antagonism towards Doryan. She had done nothing, said nothing, of ill will towards his friend and yet with growing frequency he spoke false of her. In the week past he had even went so far as to run from the field and pull a line of freshly laundered clothes to the ground, soiling the whole lot, clothes Doryan had just hung to dry.
"No. I'm hungry, Pippin," Merry replied making another valiant leap for the corn overhead. "Now come help me before farm Maggot....." Just at that moment the wild barking of the farmer’s dog could be heard. Pippin scrambled over to Merry and struggled to lift him up to the corn. Plucking it from the stalk Merry tossed it to the ground where it rolled against the rest of their stolen bounty. And with a quick disbursement of the corn both hobbits, arms filled to over flowing, sprinted through the corn and away from the farm.
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"And a good day to you," she sighed as she watched the parting stalks move away from her. Doryan had known they were their all along, heard their hushed voices in conversation. The two hobbits had become a constant fixture in her father's field and she was sure to keep an eye out for them, hoping against hope they would someday want to befriend her.
"Well, Bess, I guess I'll not be calling them to tea anytime soon." She cut her eyes down to the lamb nudging at her hand. Easing down to the ground she cradled the lamb in her lap gathering thoughts of her life around her, lamenting the loneliness that surrounded her.
Is being human in part so bad? I am still hobbit in hart, am I not? Why can't they see that? It had been as such for as long as she could remember, the shire folk looking at her slightly askew, hobbit children of her age refusing to acknowledge her let alone offer friendship. Her attempts to fit in, to become apart of the laughing romping children, was thwarted time and time again until finally it was clear she would never find favor with them.
Now, fully grown and feeling her loneliness acutely, her thoughts turned to the two hobbits that continually looted their crops, Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. She had seen them numerous times about the shire, always in the company of one another, and always up to some sort of mischief. She admired them, their carefree spirits, and their seeming devotion to one another.
It was then and there that she decided, grew determined, that upon the hobbits next visit she would approach them. She would try again, try for something she dared not hope would develop. She would try and gain their friendship. With a slight glistening in her wide hobbit-like eyes, orbs of summer periwinkles, she stood and urged the lamb into more sure steps.
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TBC
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