Pippin X Reader

Chapter 2

A/N: Forgot to mention, Y/N is a girl, but if you want her to be a boy, just change it in you head. :) Please vote and comment if you enjoy this chapter!

Y/N's POV:

"Come on Frodo!" I shouted as he ran away from the black rider. Everybody else had made it onto the ferry, but Frodo had been held up. Somehow, a pack of the black riders had found us and wanted us dead. I had no idea why, all I knew was Frodo had something that they wanted.

Frodo was barely an arm's reach away from the Nazgul when he leapt onto the boat. If he had been even two seconds before, the black rider would have caught him. Frodo fell into Sam's arms and they toppled backwards, panting.

It was not long before the boat had sailed to Bree. When we docked, rain had already soaked us to the skin. Bree was the exact opposite of the Shire, cold, dark and dangerous. Yet it was the place I had longed to go to since I was young. It was safe to say it did not meet my expectations.

As we neared the gates of Bree, an ugly man opened a high up window in the gate, clearly meant for men, and releasing we were shorter, closed the shutter and reopened another, further down to our level.

"Ah! Hobbits.Five hobbits. That's more out of the Shire by my talk. What business brings you to Bree?"

"We wish to stay in the inn." I spoke from the back of the group. "Our business is our own."

"Ok little Miss! I meant no offence, It's my job to ask questions. There are dangerous folk around these areas, y'know."

Inside Bree, weird men stared at us. Bree was clearly no place for hobbits, especially not a girl.

When we reached the 'safety' of the prancing pony, we ordered four beers for the others and a glass of water for myself and found a table by the fire. As the others got intoxicated, Merry and Pippin stood upon the table and began to sing.

"Hey Ho to the bottle I go

To heal my heart and drown my woe

Rain may fall and wind may blow but there'll still be

Many miles to go"

At this point, me and Frodo climbed onto the table and joined in.

"Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,

And the stream that falls from hill to plain.

Better than rain or rippling brook,

Is a mug of beer inside this Took."

The whole bar was looking at us, and we held hands and bowed a little bow. There was a friendly applause, and I jumped down from the table, clasping Merry's outstretched hand as he had gotten down from the table before me.

"Nice performance lady of the golden ale." Merry complemented, kissing my hand.

Suddenly, Pippin burst between us. "Mind who you are very well talking to." he growled at Merry, and my eyes grew wide.

"Pippin!" I demanded angrily, "We were just having fun. He means nothing by it."

Merry looked quite angry himself, and I rolled my eyes at them. "You're drunk. You should go to bed." I instructed but they shook their heads and walked away, arms crossed. Sensing they were probably going to be in a mood for a while, I started up a chat with Frodo and my brother, Sam.

"That man's done nout but stare at you since we arrived, Mr Frodo." Sam said, pointing to a suspicious looking man in the corner of the pub. I instantly recognised him as a ranger since I had learned about them from my parents.

"That's a ranger!" I exclaimed in slight excitement. Frodo had the sense to pull over a waiter that was just walking by them to ask who the ranger was.

"Round these parts he's known as Stryder. Dangerous folk, rangers are wandering the wilds. Nothing but trouble. I suggest you keep out of his path." The waiter instructed wearily.

As he walked away, a single word made me, Sam and Frodo stop dead. That word was Frodo.

"Yes. I know of Frodo, just over there." Pippin rambled carelessly. "My second cousin once removed!"

Frodo rushed over to Pippin to shut him up, but Pippin pushed him playfully away. "Steady on, Frodo!" He said drunkenly. But the push was harder than intended, and Frodo crashed to the floor. The world went into slow motion as a ring bounced onto his finger, and he disappeared out of sight. People, including me, gasped and searched around, looking for the missing hobbit.

He reappeared under a table, and I ran towards him, but Stryder reached him first. The ranger seized him by the neck and dragged him up the stairs towards the bedrooms of the inn. The words 'nothing but trouble' echoed through my head as he and Frodo disappeared up the undwinding stairway.

Word Count: 825

Date: 13/09/21