Measure for Measure; or, Pippin the Irredeemable
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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945
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Part IV
"It seems Pippin's upset Rose," Frodo said.
"Was it the way she stuck her nose up at him at the market this morning, or the way she's started calling him Mr Took that tipped you off?" asked Merry conversationally.
"The way Pip's been gazing up the hill looking like a frog that's been struck over the head is what really nailed the matter," Frodo replied.
Pippin grinned, but blushed up to his eartips. The evening was cooling rapidly, but the three of them still sat on the benches outside the Dragon, half-pints grasped in hands.
"He's hardly touched his third ale," Merry remarked.
"Must be serious."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, cousin?"
"I think so, but where are we going to find a vat of honey and enough wrapping paper?"
The two collapsed in drunken giggles. Pippin took a long draft of his beer and stood up.
"Cousins, you are disgracefully drunk," he informed them with dignity. "I will see you in the morning." And he started up the hill, towards Bag End.
Frodo giggled helplessly under Merry's arm.
"Was it the way she stuck her nose up at him at the market this morning, or the way she's started calling him Mr Took that tipped you off?" asked Merry conversationally.
"The way Pip's been gazing up the hill looking like a frog that's been struck over the head is what really nailed the matter," Frodo replied.
Pippin grinned, but blushed up to his eartips. The evening was cooling rapidly, but the three of them still sat on the benches outside the Dragon, half-pints grasped in hands.
"He's hardly touched his third ale," Merry remarked.
"Must be serious."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, cousin?"
"I think so, but where are we going to find a vat of honey and enough wrapping paper?"
The two collapsed in drunken giggles. Pippin took a long draft of his beer and stood up.
"Cousins, you are disgracefully drunk," he informed them with dignity. "I will see you in the morning." And he started up the hill, towards Bag End.
Frodo giggled helplessly under Merry's arm.