Post by Admin on Mar 2, 2022 20:48:12 GMT
Author: Eschscholzia
Summary: Something is bothering Pippin before his wedding to Diamond, causing him to draw back from those who love him. A 5+1 series of perfect drabbles.
Rating: K
Characters: Peregrin Took, Diamond of Long Cleeve, Rosie Cotton, Sam Gamgee, Pimpernel Took, Merry Brandybuck, Farmer Cotton.
Warnings: None
Rosie
“They even have me helping out stoning cherries and scooping pumpkins for the pies.” Pippin smiled, but it did not reach his eyes.
Rosie was concerned. It wasn’t like him to push his food around on the plate. She even made his favorite stew and mashed potatoes. Pushing through her mind, she couldn’t recall any whispers of trouble for the happy couple. Wedding preparations were well underway with decorations and music and the tables and chairs.
What could there possibly exist to be worried about?
Hopefully he’d confide in Sam. She could at least offer Pippin some cobbler for dessert.
Sam
Sam and Pippin leaned against the wall of Bag End, as they worked on their after-dinner pipes. Pippin sighed heavily, more than once. Sam was concerned about the look on his friend’s face. It wasn’t the thousand-yard stare he’d seen on other veterans of the War, but it was troubling nonetheless.
“Is everything all right, Pippin? You getting the wedding jitters?”
Pippin shook his head, as if clearing the cobwebs. Blinking, he said something noncommittal about “have a lot on my mind.”
Sam laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I’m here if’n you need to talk. You know that.”
Diamond
They finally had some time alone away from the prying aunts and jocular uncles who had descended for the nuptials. Diamond looked forward to a good coze on the settle under the trees.
Uncharacteristically, Pippin shrugged off the arm she put around his shoulder, ducking his head to avoid her kiss.
Her heart fell.
“Pip, darling. Talk to me.” Diamond dropped her hands to her lap. “Is there something wrong?”
He smiled wanly, patting her hands. “Don’t mind me. I just have a lot to think about.”
“My aunt brought apple fritters. Want one?” Perhaps it’d make him feel better.
Pimpernel
From where she sat on the stoop of the Great Smials, it looked to Pimpernel as if Pippin were measuring the distance between the fields. Pippin paced out to the far tree, and then back up the road to the stone wall. Each time his eyes swept across the road, searching.
She paused her embroidery, needle suspended over the ribbons she was making as a present for Diamond. What could be causing her brother to inflict the wear and tear on his shoe leather? Was it wedding jitters? Surely he could have walked to Long Cleeve and returned by now.
Merry
After much searching, Merry found Pippin hiding in a storage room. He was fully dressed in his full tunic of the Knights of Gondor, apart from his gloves pinched between his head and hands.
“The ceremony’s in 15 minutes, Pip, and you haven’t greeted any of the guests.”
“I can’t do this, Merry,” came the muffled reply.
“Of course you can! Everyone sees you’re both in love, it’ll be fine.”
“No, you don’t understand. I can’t because I’ve lost Grandmum’s ring,” Pippin moaned.
Spying a cask of dried fruit in the corner, Merry chortled. “I have an idea,” he said.
The Reception
The wedding of the hero of the Battle of Bywater to a Shire Incomparable had been the prime conversation topic for weeks. Speculation abounded concerning the diversity of the cookie table and the color of the bride’s hair ribbons, but nobody foresaw that the marriage would be sealed using a ring of dried apple.
At the feast afterward, Farmer Cotton bit into something odd in his piece of cherry pie. Holding it up to the light, it turned out to be Florabunda Banks’s ring.
Blushing, Pippin pressed it onto Diamond’s finger, and they kissed heartily to the cheers of all.
Summary: Something is bothering Pippin before his wedding to Diamond, causing him to draw back from those who love him. A 5+1 series of perfect drabbles.
Rating: K
Characters: Peregrin Took, Diamond of Long Cleeve, Rosie Cotton, Sam Gamgee, Pimpernel Took, Merry Brandybuck, Farmer Cotton.
Warnings: None
Rosie
“They even have me helping out stoning cherries and scooping pumpkins for the pies.” Pippin smiled, but it did not reach his eyes.
Rosie was concerned. It wasn’t like him to push his food around on the plate. She even made his favorite stew and mashed potatoes. Pushing through her mind, she couldn’t recall any whispers of trouble for the happy couple. Wedding preparations were well underway with decorations and music and the tables and chairs.
What could there possibly exist to be worried about?
Hopefully he’d confide in Sam. She could at least offer Pippin some cobbler for dessert.
Sam
Sam and Pippin leaned against the wall of Bag End, as they worked on their after-dinner pipes. Pippin sighed heavily, more than once. Sam was concerned about the look on his friend’s face. It wasn’t the thousand-yard stare he’d seen on other veterans of the War, but it was troubling nonetheless.
“Is everything all right, Pippin? You getting the wedding jitters?”
Pippin shook his head, as if clearing the cobwebs. Blinking, he said something noncommittal about “have a lot on my mind.”
Sam laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I’m here if’n you need to talk. You know that.”
Diamond
They finally had some time alone away from the prying aunts and jocular uncles who had descended for the nuptials. Diamond looked forward to a good coze on the settle under the trees.
Uncharacteristically, Pippin shrugged off the arm she put around his shoulder, ducking his head to avoid her kiss.
Her heart fell.
“Pip, darling. Talk to me.” Diamond dropped her hands to her lap. “Is there something wrong?”
He smiled wanly, patting her hands. “Don’t mind me. I just have a lot to think about.”
“My aunt brought apple fritters. Want one?” Perhaps it’d make him feel better.
Pimpernel
From where she sat on the stoop of the Great Smials, it looked to Pimpernel as if Pippin were measuring the distance between the fields. Pippin paced out to the far tree, and then back up the road to the stone wall. Each time his eyes swept across the road, searching.
She paused her embroidery, needle suspended over the ribbons she was making as a present for Diamond. What could be causing her brother to inflict the wear and tear on his shoe leather? Was it wedding jitters? Surely he could have walked to Long Cleeve and returned by now.
Merry
After much searching, Merry found Pippin hiding in a storage room. He was fully dressed in his full tunic of the Knights of Gondor, apart from his gloves pinched between his head and hands.
“The ceremony’s in 15 minutes, Pip, and you haven’t greeted any of the guests.”
“I can’t do this, Merry,” came the muffled reply.
“Of course you can! Everyone sees you’re both in love, it’ll be fine.”
“No, you don’t understand. I can’t because I’ve lost Grandmum’s ring,” Pippin moaned.
Spying a cask of dried fruit in the corner, Merry chortled. “I have an idea,” he said.
The Reception
The wedding of the hero of the Battle of Bywater to a Shire Incomparable had been the prime conversation topic for weeks. Speculation abounded concerning the diversity of the cookie table and the color of the bride’s hair ribbons, but nobody foresaw that the marriage would be sealed using a ring of dried apple.
At the feast afterward, Farmer Cotton bit into something odd in his piece of cherry pie. Holding it up to the light, it turned out to be Florabunda Banks’s ring.
Blushing, Pippin pressed it onto Diamond’s finger, and they kissed heartily to the cheers of all.