The Hobbit/LOTR Imagines (Requests Closed)

(Pippin x Reader) Owch!

Request for PetertonysonStark09 who I am so thankful for reading and voting for my stories 🥺🥺

I hope this is okay!!

(You are constantly saving Pippin from getting hurt🥺)

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"Get away you pig!" You said through gritted teeth, pointing your dagger to the throat of a man.

You had joined the Fellowship to offer aid to your old friend Aragon. You were a warrior, with half ranger blood flowing through you so you had expected to be warding off some problematic foe. What you had not expected, was to be baby sitting for a certain hobbit.

"I said, get away." You growled at the man who had the front of Pippin's shirt bunched up in his hands, a fist raised in the other. "I will not warn you again."

The man seemed to hesitate, looking between the hobbit and the dagger and then with a grunt, harshly dropped Pippin to the ground.

"Thank you." You said, slowly removing the dagger from his throat but refusing to take your eyes off of him. As he began to move away you grabbed his tunic and allowed your fist to meet his face. He staggered backwards, before spinning to the ground. Blacked out.

"(Y/n)! What was that for?" You heard Aragon sigh over your shoulder, not realising he had been stood there.

"The man threatened the little one," you said, swirling your dagger through your fingers and smoothly placing it into the buckle by your hip, "and then dropped him quite harshly may I add...and I did warn him."

You heard Aragon say something along the lines of fair enough and then he turned to join the others who were ready to exit the tavern.

Pippin was beginning to rise from the ground he had been dropped against and you knelt down beside him, a crease in your brow. "Sorry you had to see that," you said guiltily, "maybe I should have just let him off."

Pippin took your outstretched hand as you helped to lift him up. "No, no. Thank you, (y/n)." He smiled. "I'm sorry I got you into that." He said, looking away.

"Now listen here Mr Took, you let me worry about what I get myself into." You patted his shoulder and turned to exit with the others.

You hadn't had to worry about the little hobbit for a while. Not until you were face to face with an orc horde that had stumbled upon your camp. You were on night watch and could see them approaching through the trees.

You silently crawled your way to Legolas who was closest to you, bundled up in his sleep roll.

"Legolas." You whispered and his eyes blinked open. You placed a finger to your lips to urge him not to make a sudden noise. Keeping eye contact, you mouthed orcs and then you looked to the one closest to you, he was wandering through the trees, noticing the fire from afar, the only problem was, he would enter close by the sleeping hobbits. Your eyes shot back to Legolas, by the hobbits, you mouthed. His eyes widened, and a hand reached for his bow, yours to your daggers.

Both of you crawled around the camp furthest away from the fire that lit up the sleeping hobbits.

Hobbits and their need for warmth and comfort, always getting me into trouble.

You managed to tap Gimli on the shoulder, mouthing the same thing, Legolas did the same to Aragon.

You turned to them, still crawling on your stomach. I'll try and reach the hobbits, you pointed to the bundle, then circled the three men with your finger and pointed to the forest, telling them to try and sneak up behind the horde who had not quite reached as far as the others. They nodded.