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03 September 2011 @ 02:39 am
Fic: ‘One last hurrah.’  
Title: One last hurrah.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During events in Return of the King: before they return to the Shire.
Summary: Being esteemed squires of Rohan and Gondor, they know they shouldn’t.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

I couldn’t help but write this!

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


The two sit in a corner of a quiet room. Alone, no one knows where they are which is precisely how they like it.

A pipe lowers. “Being esteemed squires of Rohan and Gondor, this isn’t something we should do.”

Thoughtful smoke rings gather in small clouds before slowly dissipating courtesy of a gentle breeze reaching through an open window. “That is precisely why we should do it,” he says around the pipe in his mouth. “One last caper before we go home.”

His companion taps his pipe gently against his lips. “We’ll have to be quick,” he decides, “or Gandalf’ll catch us.” Again. Both leave that one word unspoken in the midst of their planning; to do otherwise is simply begging Gandalf to catch them. “Do you really think we can do this, Pip?”


He regards his cousin steadily as he puffs, wishing he had his cousin’s confidence.

Quietly, they lift the cloth covering the fireworks for the evening’s entertainment; Gandalf’s finest, Pippin notes. They study the fireworks, looking for the biggest, just as they had at Bilbo’s Party, when they stiffen and peer at the door.

“Who goes there?”

Both scramble under the cloth and still, holding their breath. The door opens; they hear footsteps in the room. After several long moments, the footsteps fade and the door closes. Both release a breath they’d not been aware of holding and clamber from under the cloth. Both sigh in great relief.

“Trust Gandalf to set a guard,” Pippin grumbles.

“Do y’blame him, after Bilbo’s party?” Merry counters.

Pippin chuckles and shakes his head. “Not with us in Gondor.”

“Precisely!” Then Merry freezes. “Did you hear that?”

Pippin rushes to the door and slowly opens it. He peeks through a very small crack and looks over his shoulder. “It’s fine,” he murmurs as he carefully closes the door. “The guard’s gone so we’d best be quick!”

Merry nods and, when Pippin’s back, they slide a very long, very large, firework free of the pile.

Hearing the feast behind them, they find a quiet place empty of revellers and, most importantly, guards. Setting up the firework, Pippin holds it while Merry ensures it can stand on its own. “Do y’think it’s straight?”

Pippin releases the firework and steps back. Immediately, it leans over Merry’s shoulder and down his back. “No!” He laughs as he jumps forward to lift it once more and hold it up.

Merry scowls until it’s lifted from his back. “I knew we should’ve had someone else help us.”

“Who? Sam? Frodo? Aragorn?”

Merry shakes his head. “We just should’ve had someone else.”

Pippin shakes his head while Merry fixes the bottom and nods. He lets it go and stands back, admiring his cousin’s handiwork. “Did you bring the tinderbox?”

Merry stares at him blankly.

“Oh!” Pippin looks abashed. “That was my job!”

Merry’s hand lands promptly over his face.

They sit and Pippin reaches out to the fuse, straightening it by rubbing it between his fingers. Suddenly, there’s a boom and both find themselves flattened on the ground, soot covering their faces. Their mouths open to form wide, round circles as the rocket explodes into stars and butterflies which fly together and burst once more to form a silvery tree in the sky.

Pippin opens his mouth but before he can form any words, they’re both lifted by their ears. “Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took,” a too familiar voice dryly announces. “I should have known better than to let any fireworks be unguarded with you two in Gondor.”

Merry bites his lip but Pippin grins. “Did you see the bang on that one?” He excitedly asks.

Gandalf shakes his head.

And hides his smile. Hobbits!
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: LOTRfaramirangel_in_tears on September 3rd, 2011 12:15 pm (UTC)
LOL! Oh I love it :D Glad to see that despite the war, Merry and Pip didn't lose their sense of humour :D
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on September 3rd, 2011 03:48 pm (UTC)
LOL! Oh I love it :D
Thank you! It was a lot of fun to write!

Glad to see that despite the war, Merry and Pip didn't lose their sense of humour :D
It was fun to see it in this!
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on September 4th, 2011 01:17 pm (UTC)
Cheeky fellows!
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on September 4th, 2011 03:28 pm (UTC)
Would you expect anything less?