...who wanted Merry and Pippin, early post-Quest. This one ended up a drouble rather than a drabble.
They walked down the lane to the little house shoulder to shoulder, each one feeling the trepidation of the other. Merry took out the key and unlocked the door. “We’re home, Pip. Our house.”
“Yours, Merry.”
They stepped into the hall, and Merry lit the candle by the door.
“Ours, Pippin. Frodo put it in both our names.”
Pippin turned to Merry, startled. “But--”
“He worked it out with your father. It’s not a problem.” Merry lifted the candle to look about. “We will have to refurnish. All of this goes back to Bag End when it’s restored. But Mum has said we may have the pick of the mathom rooms at the Hall. It’s hard to believe it’s been almost a year and a half since that last night we were here.” He fell silent, thinking of that last night of innocence.
Now Frodo had gifted this house to them; they could live here on their own, not worry about curious and concerned relations barging in to their rooms every time one of them had a nightmare.
He turned to look at his cousin, unusually quiet for him. Pippin stood with glistening eyes.
“Pip?”
“Our house, Merry,” he smiled.
They walked down the lane to the little house shoulder to shoulder, each one feeling the trepidation of the other. Merry took out the key and unlocked the door. “We’re home, Pip. Our house.”
“Yours, Merry.”
They stepped into the hall, and Merry lit the candle by the door.
“Ours, Pippin. Frodo put it in both our names.”
Pippin turned to Merry, startled. “But--”
“He worked it out with your father. It’s not a problem.” Merry lifted the candle to look about. “We will have to refurnish. All of this goes back to Bag End when it’s restored. But Mum has said we may have the pick of the mathom rooms at the Hall. It’s hard to believe it’s been almost a year and a half since that last night we were here.” He fell silent, thinking of that last night of innocence.
Now Frodo had gifted this house to them; they could live here on their own, not worry about curious and concerned relations barging in to their rooms every time one of them had a nightmare.
He turned to look at his cousin, unusually quiet for him. Pippin stood with glistening eyes.
“Pip?”
“Our house, Merry,” he smiled.
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Date: 2005-04-19 12:33 pm (UTC)But I'm glad you like reading them.
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Date: 2005-04-19 01:59 pm (UTC)By the way: I adore that icon! I've always loved that picture.
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Date: 2005-04-20 01:30 pm (UTC)The fact that he was not yet of age was the reason for his hesitation. In my Shire, the property of the minor belongs to the parent. Only if special legal arrangements are made may it be otherwise. As Merry indicated, Frodo did that with Paladin over the matter of Pippin's owning half the house.