Title: Crazy Antics 1/? Author: Kura Rating: R (might change in later chapters) Pairing: Frodo/Sam (although there is some Merry/Pippin) Archive: Just ask. Summary: Merry and Pippin devise a little scheme to help Frodo with amusing results. Feedback: Definitely welcome! diana_kitty2002@yahoo.com A/N: I'll be changing POV's in further chapters. This first installment will be from Pippin's POV. Hope I do him justice. ;)
Crazy Antics 1/? by Kura
"Now really, Merry, are you sure this'll work?" Normally, I give him the benefit of the doubt when he has a new idea for a prank (hell, more often than not I launch head first into planning for them), but this time I'm not so sure.
"Of course it will, Pip. When has one of my ideas ever failed?" There's that smirk again. That self-assured, devilish smirk that drew me to him in the first place. Does he really believe I won't rise to his little challenge? After all these years he should know better.
"How about the time you convinced me to help you steal one of Gandalf's fireworks at Bilbo's birthday party?" Not that it hadn't been a fabulous idea, but washing dishes for the remainder of the night wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind to help old Bilbo celebrate.
"Hey, it worked, didn't it? That dragon certainly got everyone's attention."
"Yes, indeed it did. Including Gandalf's." Ha! He absolutely hates it when I'm right. I, on the other hand, am rather fond of it.
The smirk fades for a moment then returns full force. Oh dear, I believe young Mr. Brandybuck has thought of a comeback.
"Well, Pip, how many times can you say my ideas have been for the benefit of others?"
That's certainly a simple question to answer. "None, actually. Unless you count all the times you've shared food with me after you came up with those different ways to 'borrow' from Farmer Maggot." That had been rather nice of him, but technically since I helped to do the 'borrowing' I was at least entitled to some of it.
Merry comes and sits down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. I can't help noticing the twinkle in his eyes and have to control the feelings it invokes in me. Surely he knows what he does to me when he looks like that. I sense an impending surrender on my part followed by an excessive amount of mischief.
"Consider this a first then. It's the first occasion where I, Meriadoc Brandybuck, the most fun-loving prankster in the Shire, put aside my love of practical jokes and focus my energy on helping others more unfortunate than myself." I swear he could charm Ted Sandyman out of the entire contents of his mill if he tried hard enough. I've still got my doubts though. Mother always said I'm the stubborn one in the family.
"Merry, I hardly think Cousin Frodo is unfortunate. At least that's certainly not a term I would use to describe him." I've lost, I can see it in his eyes. Yet strangely, a part of me isn't all that displeased.
"Oh, he certainly is, Pip. You know it and I know it. The sooner we do something about it, the happier dear Frodo will be."
"But honestly, play matchmaker? Where in Middle Earth did you come up with that idea?" So I've still got some fight left in me. I'm a Took, I'm not supposed to give in easily.
"I came up with it about an hour ago now that you mention it." Ah, so that explains why he's so excited. It's still a fresh idea and Lord and Lady help me, there's that damned grin again. I'm done trying and heave a sigh of defeat.
"Alright, fine. How do you propose we go about this? And who could we match with Frodo?" I immediately start a list in my head of all the available lasses I can think of, but his response stops me short.
"We go about it carefully, my love. And I myself believe Frodo and Sam would make a wonderful match." He can't be serious...
"You can't be serious..."
"On the contrary, I'm very serious." My eyebrow inches up slightly at that.
"Frodo and Sam...a couple? But, Merry, what makes you think they're...like us?" I'm not exactly known for my eloquence, but he's successfully managed to completely shock me.
"Just trust me on this, Pip." He winks then leans over and gently places a kiss on my lips. Yes, I'd say I'm in trouble...
T. B. C.
Sorry for the cliffie. If you like it, review and I'll gladly write more. Thanks for reading!
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