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Thursday, January 9th, 2003
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6:20 pm
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I woke up with the distinct feeling of drowziness that came with waking up after a heavy drinking night before. My mind was fuzzy and I realized he had no clue where I was, nor why there was such a weight on my chest. Light streamed in from a window that looked awfully familiar, but I could not exactly pinpoint why.
Still half-asleep, I decided to work with one problem at a time. I started by pushing whatever was on top of me, not realizing that it was Merry until the loud smack against the wood was followed by a loud 'Oof!'
I instantly sat up, looking down to see Merry rubbing his backside.
"Pippin, what was that for?!"
I blinked, peering toward the form. "Merry?"
"'Course, who did you s'ppose it was?"
I didn't answer the question, instead looking around at his surrounding area. I scratched my curls, that were probably even more untamed the usual because of the strange position I had woke up in.
"Where are we?" I finally asked. Merry had taken it upon himself to stand, still rubbing the sore areas that were made by landing hard on the floor. It probably stung even more because he was still completely out of it, only waking up at the moment of impact.
"Bag End. Frodo's let us stay here because of y'drinkin' spell last night."
"Bag End? I don't remember comin' 'ere." I responded, yawning.
"You were too busy romancin' Violet."
I tilted his head. "Violet...? Erm, who's that?" Violet was definitely not a name I remembered hearing at all.
"Someone you met last night. Y'remember?"
"Wot? Really? Don't recall, in all 'onesty."
Merry grinned wider. "I'll describe her to ya. Kind of tall, wore all green. Flimsy trunk - not even a trunk."
"...Eh?"
"Also known as a plant." Merry continued, then burst out into quiet chuckles as I grew red. I couldn't have possibly...
"A plant? Y'mean I..."
"Tried to woo a green leafy plant in front of everyone? That about explains it, yes."
I shook his head, obviously embarrassed. "Why didn't y'stop me?"
"I did, eventually." he patted my's shoulder. I jes pouted, trying to remain annoyed that my so called friend and kin had allowed things to go that far.
"Aww, cheer up, Pip. It's a beautiful mornin'."
I could not argue with that. Instead I just nodded numbly, offering a small, dazed smile. My head ached like crazy, which was actually unusual. Usually I didn't feel the effects when I had a good rest. I finally stood myself, stretching, archin' me back with a stifled yawn.
"Y'don't suppose Frodo is up, do you?"
It was the first thing that came to mind because I wanted off the subject of the night before's oddities. Merry shrugged.
"I suppose we could go check, eh?" Merry said, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I nodded, then pushed Merry's arm off me. He would not get off that easy this time. Merry chose to ignore the gesture and walked out into the more inner areas of the small hobbit hole.
I became aware, quite suddenly, I heard mumbling and whatnot, little whispering coming from elsewhere. Merry must have heard it took, as he seemed interested as well in the noises. We both snuck toward the sound, finding ourselves stopped in front of Bilbo's study, which was, as a rule, off limits to everyone except Frodo, and even sometimes not even him.
But when did that sort of thing ever stop either of us?
The door was open just a crack, and I was the first to take a look in, seeing in the thin line of vision Bilbo standing, holding up a shiny object, muttering something about a precious and other things I could not understand. Merry had taken a position so he could see too, and we both shared glances. I knew mine at least was silently asking Merry what he thought of it all.
I had this distinct urge to get away from the door, which was so unusual that it struck me as odd enough to listen to. I backed away, Merry actually doing the same I as did, following my lead. We were just about in the clear when I smacked into someone. Turning around, my mouth dropped when I saw Frodo standing there, looking mighty annoyed.
"What are you two doin', sneakin' around in such a fashion?" he asked in a low voice, tapping his foot to add to the effect.
"Nothin'!" we both replied at once. Frodo motioned for both of us to follow him, and we did. Felt like a scolded child in that mere instant.
I silently wondered what Bilbo had been doing before, what the object was, and why I had a bad feeling jes seeing it.
Perhaps it was the drinks...I didn't want to alert anyone so I kept mum about it, hoping that the matter would either be dropped or brought up by someone else.
current mood:  groggy
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| Saturday, December 28th, 2002
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5:41 pm
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Merry had come earlier, asking if I wished to visit where Frodo lived to visit him, and of course I agreed. When didn't I go along with his ideas?
It wasn't so much of a walk from m'home to there, but along the way there was the choice bar me and Merry always stopped in to have a spot of drinks. The night was not at all different, and when we entered we were greeted to the sight of drunken hobbits all about, some worse off then others. It was a usual scene, though, and it seemed the same hobbits were there, sitting the same same seats. Still remember once when Merry had mused that they just never left. It was quite possible with some.
We usually used Frodo as an excuse to visit this bar - because Ms. Rosie Cotton worked there, and she was generous with the drinks. Partly because she liked Frodo and especially because she liked Mister Samwise. We associated ourselves with both, and she was happy to supply us with what we wanted.
Speaking of Sam - he was there, staring at Rosie with countless shy glances. I had half a mind to go up to him and drag him to the lady - to tell him that all this yearning was for nothing as Rosie already fancied him. A hobbit with just half a brain could see as such. I didn't though - Frodo was the best at forcing him, not I.
"Pippin, Merry." Rosie greeted as she walked over with a smile. They knew each other enough to skip formalities.
"Evenin' Rosie." Merry spoke first. "The usual, please."
"I expected as such." she chuckled, her voice almost musical in a way. "I'll be back with them in a moment."
I glanced over to Sam who was watching us. I waved to him and he went back to starring at his ale, as if he didn't want to be seen at all by anyone.
We were rightly sloshed by the time Frodo came in, and I saw him smile at us. I waved, then promptly fell off the chair I was standing on. We had captivated the audience of older hobbits enough where they watched and clapped as Merry sang a song of lore.
The next time I caught sights of Frodo, he pushed Sam to talk to Rosie - as I had expected - and I couldn't help but laugh in my mind. He had to have pushed that hobbit over a hundred times already and he was still needing to do it. I walked over, hoping to get a few words in with him, only to trip over some chair in my drunken stupor. It crashed to it's side and I nearly fell completely on top of poor Frodo, who looked a bit surprised as I apologized for basically falling on him. He helped me up and chuckled slightly, shaking his head.
"Evenin' Frodo Baggins! Well met!" I exclaimed, my voice probably slurring a bit. "We were just going t'visit you!"
"I'm glad I came here then - last time you walked around as drunk as you are now, you nearly caused a commotion." Frodo reminded. "Remember?"
I grinned, remembering, regardless of my fuzzy mind. "'Course I do! Yes, that was quite a scene."
"Pippin, come on now!" called Merry. I turned to see him waving me over.
"A'right." I called back, turning to Frodo again. "Nice speaking to ye, Frodo!"
I turned, staggering back to Merry who had begun yet another song. I instantly joined in the enjoyment.
current mood:  drunk
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