Fic - "Tales of Better Days" (LotR)
Title: Tales of Better Days
Author: Selena__Wolf
Fandom: Lord of the Rings: FotR
Request: Original Request
Pairing: None. Genfic. Boromir, Merry, Pippin friendship.
Requester: laridian
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of it's mine.
Notes: The original idea for this came from half-awake ramblings this morning while making my tea and breakfast. I’ve tried to make sure it was formatted like a story as much as possible.
Takes place after the swords lesson, but before Cahadras. They could not have crossed that distance in only one day after all.
Tales of Better Days
Boromir curiously looked over at the two youngest hobbits in the party and sighed. Ever since he had given them that swordsmanship lesson, they had rather grown on him. And it was plain to see that while everyone else had a job to do for the setting of camp, their job seemed to be to stay quiet and out of the way.
Putting his last load of firewood down, he stood up and brushed his hands off as he calmly walked over to sit in front of the hobbit duo.
“Boromir?” Merry questioned curiously.
“I was just wondering...” Boromir sighed, “Why you two had chosen to join this perilous quest. From what I understand, that isn’t in the nature of your folk.”
“Well, truthfully, we were raised in the generation, that, like Frodo, continued to hear bits, pieces and entire pieces of Bilbo’s tale.” Pip grinned.
“And while such things are best left to stories, when we ran into Frodo, our best friend and relation-” Merry continued.
“We just had to tag along. He may have needed us, y’know.” Pip unrepentantly cut him off.
Boromir laughed for that explanation. “Well friends, I would very much like to hear more about your homeland, should you be willing to tell of it.”
The two hobbits grinned and started a whirlwind explanation of just about everything they could think of. With their own spin of course.
“...And then Farmer Maggot and his dogs come out, screaming cruelties and wavin’ his pitchfork...” Pippen gasped out through his laughter.
Boromir was delighting in the tales his two young friends were weaving, and soon interrupted another tale from the two of them. “A party tree? What’s it look like? What makes it special? Gondor has its own beloved tree after all, pure white, and will only bloom for the king.”
“Ah, the party tree...” Pippin grinned eagerly.
“Is the oldest, and most well-cared for tree in the whole of the shire.” Merry explained.
“Mm-hm!” Pip laughed out. “Covered in the coldest days of the year with a massive piece of fabric to ward off most of the cold and snow.”
“It’s even been hit by lightning a few times, it has.” Merry grinned, “But the damage is always lovingly filled with the best mulch from the Gamgee’s lot to encourage the tree to fix itself up again.”
“And for parties, streamers of colorful fabric are carefully woven through the branches! Only the best and smallest climbers get to go up! I used to look forwards to that when I was younger. I got to decorate the party tree every time!” Pippin beamed.
“Well then, good for you Pippin!” Boromir grinned.
While Pippin basked in the praise, Merry continued on, “And you ‘ent never seen a more beautiful tree than the party tree at Bilbo’s birthday. They even made a few glass baskets to place candles in to light the branches!”
Boromir’s eyebrows lifted in wonder for that. No one in Gondor would ever have thought of putting protected fire in a tree!
“The Shire sounds quite wonderful my friends.” A voice came from off to the left, startling all three of them, “But I believe it’s time for supper.” Aragorn finished.
They noticed that sure enough, the food for the night was being dished out, and more than a few looked quite interested in the tales they had told. Legolas particularly looked delighted by the care that was taken with that tree, and startled about the fire-lights.
The two hobbits grinned and ran for the fire, where their food was placed out for them, while Broromir stood and stretched.
“Come sit over here Boromir!” Pippin hollered out. “I’m almost certain we can badger a few tales from Sam and Frodo!”
“Oh no you don’t!” Sam grumbled. “’Least not until after we’ve eaten.” He amended at Frodo’s amused expression.
“I’m quite amazed you lot didn’t tell him about Gandalf’s fireworks!” Frodo laughed at the two.
“We would’a,” Merry smirked. “Though you and Sam tell that tale better.”
Boromir laughed in amusement when they heard Gandalf’s amused chortle. “I would happily hear of this as well.” He grinned.
So soon enough, the food was consumed, and a tale of Gandalf’s fireworks that entranced the rest of the fellowship was being told by Frodo, with comments added in by the other hobbits as needed.
END
Author: Selena__Wolf
Fandom: Lord of the Rings: FotR
Request: Original Request
Pairing: None. Genfic. Boromir, Merry, Pippin friendship.
Requester: laridian
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of it's mine.
Notes: The original idea for this came from half-awake ramblings this morning while making my tea and breakfast. I’ve tried to make sure it was formatted like a story as much as possible.
Takes place after the swords lesson, but before Cahadras. They could not have crossed that distance in only one day after all.
Tales of Better Days
Boromir curiously looked over at the two youngest hobbits in the party and sighed. Ever since he had given them that swordsmanship lesson, they had rather grown on him. And it was plain to see that while everyone else had a job to do for the setting of camp, their job seemed to be to stay quiet and out of the way.
Putting his last load of firewood down, he stood up and brushed his hands off as he calmly walked over to sit in front of the hobbit duo.
“Boromir?” Merry questioned curiously.
“I was just wondering...” Boromir sighed, “Why you two had chosen to join this perilous quest. From what I understand, that isn’t in the nature of your folk.”
“Well, truthfully, we were raised in the generation, that, like Frodo, continued to hear bits, pieces and entire pieces of Bilbo’s tale.” Pip grinned.
“And while such things are best left to stories, when we ran into Frodo, our best friend and relation-” Merry continued.
“We just had to tag along. He may have needed us, y’know.” Pip unrepentantly cut him off.
Boromir laughed for that explanation. “Well friends, I would very much like to hear more about your homeland, should you be willing to tell of it.”
The two hobbits grinned and started a whirlwind explanation of just about everything they could think of. With their own spin of course.
“...And then Farmer Maggot and his dogs come out, screaming cruelties and wavin’ his pitchfork...” Pippen gasped out through his laughter.
Boromir was delighting in the tales his two young friends were weaving, and soon interrupted another tale from the two of them. “A party tree? What’s it look like? What makes it special? Gondor has its own beloved tree after all, pure white, and will only bloom for the king.”
“Ah, the party tree...” Pippin grinned eagerly.
“Is the oldest, and most well-cared for tree in the whole of the shire.” Merry explained.
“Mm-hm!” Pip laughed out. “Covered in the coldest days of the year with a massive piece of fabric to ward off most of the cold and snow.”
“It’s even been hit by lightning a few times, it has.” Merry grinned, “But the damage is always lovingly filled with the best mulch from the Gamgee’s lot to encourage the tree to fix itself up again.”
“And for parties, streamers of colorful fabric are carefully woven through the branches! Only the best and smallest climbers get to go up! I used to look forwards to that when I was younger. I got to decorate the party tree every time!” Pippin beamed.
“Well then, good for you Pippin!” Boromir grinned.
While Pippin basked in the praise, Merry continued on, “And you ‘ent never seen a more beautiful tree than the party tree at Bilbo’s birthday. They even made a few glass baskets to place candles in to light the branches!”
Boromir’s eyebrows lifted in wonder for that. No one in Gondor would ever have thought of putting protected fire in a tree!
“The Shire sounds quite wonderful my friends.” A voice came from off to the left, startling all three of them, “But I believe it’s time for supper.” Aragorn finished.
They noticed that sure enough, the food for the night was being dished out, and more than a few looked quite interested in the tales they had told. Legolas particularly looked delighted by the care that was taken with that tree, and startled about the fire-lights.
The two hobbits grinned and ran for the fire, where their food was placed out for them, while Broromir stood and stretched.
“Come sit over here Boromir!” Pippin hollered out. “I’m almost certain we can badger a few tales from Sam and Frodo!”
“Oh no you don’t!” Sam grumbled. “’Least not until after we’ve eaten.” He amended at Frodo’s amused expression.
“I’m quite amazed you lot didn’t tell him about Gandalf’s fireworks!” Frodo laughed at the two.
“We would’a,” Merry smirked. “Though you and Sam tell that tale better.”
Boromir laughed in amusement when they heard Gandalf’s amused chortle. “I would happily hear of this as well.” He grinned.
So soon enough, the food was consumed, and a tale of Gandalf’s fireworks that entranced the rest of the fellowship was being told by Frodo, with comments added in by the other hobbits as needed.
END