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The Scarf Rewrite Part 3

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The Scarf
By Robin Gurl
Chapter 3
Canon: Movie
Beta-ed June 2009

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea. The movie gave me a plot bunny with Pippin having a scarf!

"Pippin are you ok?" Merry lifted Pippin out of the hole and sat him on sturdy ground then he helped the stranger out. "I'm so sorry, he is young and forgets to look where he is going. Oh! Samwise Gamgee, well I'll be."

"I'm sorry sir. I wasn't looking."

"Sam!" Pippin gave the Gardner a big hug. "Coming to see Frodo to?"

"Yes, actually I was." Sam sat the little hobbit back on the ground. "Oh no, I got your trousers soaked."

"Don't worry they were already like that." Merry replied.

Sam ignored the Brandybuck and gathered Pippin back in to his arms. "Come, if we don't hurry you could catch cold."

Merry sighed, but followed. He wanted to add that Pippin had technically had wet trousers since they had passed out of Tuckbourrow into the Shire but decided that Sam wouldn't listen anyway. Sam was like a mother hen sometimes. When he was you didn't intervene. Pippin gave Merry a tired helpless look and tried to get down. "I'm not ill Sam. Put me down!"

"Mister Frodo," Sam called knocking on the door. Pippin had given up long ago on trying to get down and decided to take advantage of the situation using Sam's shoulder as a pillow.

Frodo Baggins opened the door. He was holding a pan filled with what looked to be baked cookies. "What? Oh Sam, welcome. What do you have there? Looks like a Took of some sort. A very wet one at that."

Sam nodded and patted the 12 year old's back. "I'm going to go change his pants if you don't mind me doing so Mr. Frodo.."

Frodo raised his eye brows but nodded and let Sam pass. Poor Pippin helplessly glared at Frodo. His cousin was suppose to save him not help Sam out.

Frodo turned back to the door and saw Merry standing there. "I ought have known you'd be here to."

Merry just smiled Frodo's direction, "But of course."

"I'm guessing you and little Pippin came together."

Merry nodded taking his coat and scarf off. "Yes, we were. Pip wanted to come visit. He heard from his mother that Bilbo had left again without notice so he demanded that we come and give you company. My mother and Aunt Egg have invited you to Luncheon tomorrow if you would like to come back with us."

"So how did you meet Sam?" Frodo asked taking Merry's outwear and hanging it up with one hand while balancing the tray of cookies in the other. Merry noticed with discomfort that Frodo was avoiding the entire situation with Bilbo but decided to let it slide for the moment.

"Pippin saw Bag End off the side of the road and began to run, not looking where he was going. Before I knew it he had collided with another hobbit and both were in a pile of snow. The other hobbit wound up to be Sam and he demanded it was his fault that Pippin was wet and said to follow him up Bag End and here we are. Sam is determined that Pip will get ill if we didn't make it up here fast enough."

"Poor Pip. Well shall we see our sick patient?" Frodo asked winking at Merry. He walked back into the kitchen momentarily to drop off his tray of cookies then walked down the hallway of Bag End towards the back left room that was usually Pippin's when he came to visit. Merry was behind him just as amused.

A shout of "Now you stay still Mr. Took." Came from the said room. Opening the door Frodo and Merry were alarmed to see Pippin hiding away in the corner. Sam was making his way over to the young hobbit with a night shirt in hand.

Pippin was sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest wearing nothing but his breeches and scarf. It looked as though Sam had managed to get Pippin's shirt off but nothing else. "No I'm not going to breathe those smokes. It's makes my chest hurt and then I get dizzy."

"Do you want to get sick and be stuck in bed for a month?" Sam threatened.

The 12 old thought about this then nodded, "Yes."

"Take your scarf off and lets do it. It won't hurt as badly as you think it will, Mr. Took."

"NO!" Pippin shouted this time. "The scarf is mine, I got it from Merry and I'm not taking it off."

"I never said you weren't going to get it back. Come now change into something more comfortable."

"But I'm not sick." Pippin replied hoarsely. Tears were coming down his cheeks now. He wasn't sick though he was being treated like it. "I want Merry."

Sam sighed, his siblings weren't this bad. "Please Mr. Took."

"No." Pippin said once again. He crossed his arms and glared at Sam.

"Pip, I would think you'd be a little more copperative since this was Sam and not your nursemaid?" Merry exclaimed walking into the room. Beside him Frodo moved to take the night shirt from Sam and then together he and Merry approached the young hobbit lad. "What are you saying you won't do?"

"The smokes that come out of the bowl." Pippin replied back calmer than before. His tears had stopped but a few still managed to slip down his cheeks. "Sam says I'm sick, Mer. But I'm not."

"Dear heart, you aren't ill." Frodo soothed brushing some of the damp curls from Pippin's eyes. He knelt down and picked up the young child sitting him on the bed. "He just wants to make sure you won't become ill. You came in sopping wet from the snow and snow is very cold for a such a small hobbit."

Pippin then glanced to Sam who was at the back of the room, his eyes dropped and he felt bad. "I'm sorry, Sam."

"That's a good lad, Pippin. Now let's get you in this night shirt, its a bit warmer than just your britches." Frodo exclaimed. "Let's remove the scarf and-"

Pippin pulled away from Frodo immediately and hopped off the bed running towards Merry, "No! You just want my scarf! You can't have it! Merry made it for me!"

Frodo glanced at Merry with a confused expression. Merry knelt down and soothingly hugged his cousin to him. "Silly, Frodo doesn't want your scarf, niether does Sam. We just need to hang it by the fire to let it dry. You can have it back as soon as it's finished drying alright?"

Pippin sniffled a little but nodded and allowed Merry untie the green scarf from around his neck. Merry flung the scarf over his shoulder then pulled down Pippin's braces and his breeches. Frodo wordlessly handed Merry the night shirt and in one move Pippin was dressed in dry warm clothes. "There, want to walk with me to hang our wet clothes by the fire while Sam gets the mist ready?"

"I really don't think I need the smokes, Merry."

"It's just being careful, Pip. It doesn't mean you are sick, remember what Frodo said?"

"He just wants to make sure I won't get sick." Pippin responded letting Merry pick him up. He laid his head on Merry's shoulder, the scarf dangling out of one of his hands. Merry didn't say anything else as he walked down to the main room where a fire was crackling loudly, but he felt a slight fever coming from Pippin. Sam had been right all along, Pippin was getting ill.

After hanging the scarf over a chair by the fireplace, Merry walked back into the bedroom to see Frodo and Sam waiting. "Pippin what do you need to tell, Samwise?"

The young lad took a deep breath and repeated a very polite apology. "I'm sorry for acting so rude, Sam. I know you were only trying to help me."

"And?" Merry urged.

"I will do the smokes." Pippin finished but doubled over coughing.

Frodo glanced to Merry sharply with a worried glance. Merry only shrugged back in return. "I was thinking after you left that since you and Merry were both out in the snow maybe Merry breathing the mist would help as well." If Merry was going to complain he didn't. He only sat Pippin down on the bed and then climbed on it himself settling back into the pile of fluffy pillows that Sam had put together. Pippin reluctantly crawled back into Merry's arms and sighed unhappily. "After this is over perhaps some cookies would be in order?"

"Just sit right there," Sam exclaimed bustling towards the door. "I will go get the mist ready."

End Chapter 3
This is the re-written version of my story, the scarf. It's my view of how Pippin recieves his scarf that he wears during the movie.

Pippin is 11 or 12 which makes Merry 19-20. PRE-FOTR (duh). No slash or cussing.

LOTR (c) JRR Tolkien
Scarf (c) Peter Jackson o.O;
The actors :(C) themselves
"Movie Canon": (c) themselves
Idea and Plot: (c) Me
© 2009 - 2024 robingirl
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