More of my bunny chase: Chance Encounter
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dreamflowerI've given this little fic a name now, I'm calling it "Chance Encounter".
Here's my next part--we're back to Pip and Menelcar now.
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Faramir sat back after hearing Pippin’s account of how he had very nearly run off with Menelcar to become his apprentice.
“If it hadn’t been for good old Frodo, I would have made a dreadful mistake, and got poor Menelcar into all sorts of troubles.”
“Yes,” said Menelcar, “I was very grateful to Master Frodo for sparing me the Thain’s wrath. My lord, this lad led me to believe he was of age. Of course a good deal of it was my own ignorance of hobbits. I did not realize that they do not come of age until thirty-three.”
Merry looked at Pippin. “You know, Pip, you never did tell me how Uncle Paladin reacted after you got home. I expected you to be confined to your room for months.”
Pippin shook his head. “By the time I got home from Buckland, his anger had cooled a bit. And I have no idea what Frodo told him, but all he did was have a long talk with me, and explain a few things that I hadn’t known before. He did caution me about being so quick to take up with strangers, but that was about all.”
Merry looked at him skeptically. “Are we talking about the same Paladin Took--your father, my uncle, my mother’s brother? The one with the legendary temper?”
Pippin nodded. “That’s so. If you recall, we’d been getting on a good deal better after that than we had since I turned twenty.” His face clouded. “I hate to think, though, what he thought of my leaving the Shire the way I did. I’m afraid you and Frodo will get the rough edge of his tongue when we return.”
Merry sighed, and the two of them looked a bit wistful. Faramir thought that they might very well be glad of a tongue-lashing, if they could only go home. The Steward looked at the minstrel, who had been listening to the exchange with a good deal of interest.
“Master Menelcar, you said you had been away from the White City for a good thirty years. What brought you to return?”
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Here's my next part--we're back to Pip and Menelcar now.
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Faramir sat back after hearing Pippin’s account of how he had very nearly run off with Menelcar to become his apprentice.
“If it hadn’t been for good old Frodo, I would have made a dreadful mistake, and got poor Menelcar into all sorts of troubles.”
“Yes,” said Menelcar, “I was very grateful to Master Frodo for sparing me the Thain’s wrath. My lord, this lad led me to believe he was of age. Of course a good deal of it was my own ignorance of hobbits. I did not realize that they do not come of age until thirty-three.”
Merry looked at Pippin. “You know, Pip, you never did tell me how Uncle Paladin reacted after you got home. I expected you to be confined to your room for months.”
Pippin shook his head. “By the time I got home from Buckland, his anger had cooled a bit. And I have no idea what Frodo told him, but all he did was have a long talk with me, and explain a few things that I hadn’t known before. He did caution me about being so quick to take up with strangers, but that was about all.”
Merry looked at him skeptically. “Are we talking about the same Paladin Took--your father, my uncle, my mother’s brother? The one with the legendary temper?”
Pippin nodded. “That’s so. If you recall, we’d been getting on a good deal better after that than we had since I turned twenty.” His face clouded. “I hate to think, though, what he thought of my leaving the Shire the way I did. I’m afraid you and Frodo will get the rough edge of his tongue when we return.”
Merry sighed, and the two of them looked a bit wistful. Faramir thought that they might very well be glad of a tongue-lashing, if they could only go home. The Steward looked at the minstrel, who had been listening to the exchange with a good deal of interest.
“Master Menelcar, you said you had been away from the White City for a good thirty years. What brought you to return?”
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