just the right amount // merry!

[peregrin took]

Rivendell was a grand place when you arrived with grand company. Or a grand object. Or, as Pippin had had the chance to experiance, both at one time. When they first arrived in the city of the elves, things were bustling with activity. Saying this, taking this. It was almost like a Shire party, just with much taller folks and much less ale and absolutely no dancing or laughing at jokes (It really wasn't much like a Shire party at all in that respect). However they had been given a very tasty meal, which Pippin would have had fourths of had the others not shot him reproachful looks. But once they'd said hello to more people than were at the usual Shire reckonings and Frodo had gone to rest and Strider had gone to speak important stuff with important people and Sam was... well, probably talking to some elf people about flowers or something like that, he and Merry had just sort of been dropped off somewhere, and given a warning not to get into too much trouble. "What? Us? We're not going to get into too much trouble, are we Merry?" He grinned assuringly. No no, of course they would do nothing of the sort. He waited until he was alone with his cousin to proceed."We're going to get into just the right amount of it!"

Well, what else were they expected to do? Sit and watch the grass grow? That did seem like a very elf-y sort of thing to do. But Pippin at least had other plans. "Did you see- behind the house- with that big door- and there was a fire- and all those elves were just sitting there. What do you think was going on?" He spoke in a semi-hushed semi-rushed voice, grinning at his cousin the entire time."I wonder if that's where Strider and that one elf went. They didn't look happy and said it was important. Oh I bet they're talking about Frodo. Do you remember where it was? I say we go find them!" If they were talking about Frodo, then Frodo would have to know. And since the older hobbit wasn't in a position to be eavesdropping right now, it was the least the two of them to do to figure out what was going on. Of course, if Strider and the elf hadn't gone to that room than they didn't have much a way of tracking them down. They could be anywhere and there was lots of anywhere's for them to be. "Or find the room. Or find the rest of what we were eating for supper. Or any other interesting rooms. Or anything else to eat for supper." Clearly Pippin was overwhelmed with the opportunities offered by them being left alone in this place. He waited to see what Merry was thinking. Hopefully, he'd caught sight of something that was spawn a genius idea. One thing for sure though. Whatever it was they were going to do something, and whatever they did it was going to be exciting.

[amber2]

What were they thinking leaving Pippin and Merry alone? And expect them to not get into any trouble? Right. That was going to happen. A very not-so-convincing grin played on Meriadoc's face that contradicted the shake of his head that he gave when Pippin said they wouldn't get into any trouble. He rocked on the back of his heels a few times, waiting for the big folk to leave the small folk alone. Merry didn't think the elf ones would really know much about what he and Pippin could get into, even if they'd been warned there was no way to perfectly describe just how mischievous the pair were. And here they were, in a new land, having just had an amazing meal... a meal which Merry thought was just a little too small and might require a sneak into wherever they were holding it when everyone went to bed... and had arrived with a shiny piece of jewelry that was incredibly important.

When Pippin started talking, Merry was still thinking about the food. It was true that Merry could handle hunger better than Pippin could, but that didn't mean that he didn't constantly think about getting something to eat. It was especially on his mind when he knew it was just right there, ready for them to take. But he shook his head and looked at his cousin. “No, I'm not sure what they're talking about. But I guess we better find out.” That look that he got right before they were about to do something that could potentially get them into a little trouble (though rarely they were punished for it, the exception being washing dishes at Bilbo's party when Gandalf probably could have done it with magic) spread across his features.

“Maybe we should start with supper.” Merry felt his stomach rumble and gave a short laugh. “Very desperate times, these are. Wouldn't want to waste an opportunity to get some food. In fact, maybe we should pack up. Just so we have enough on the way back. You know, because Strider didn't know about second breakfast. We won't want to be missing that again.” He looked around, wondering exactly where they were. “And maybe we'll run across the room on the way.”

[peregrin took]

Pippin was glad to hear his cousin agree about the food. He knew he could eat a lot, but that meal they'd had really was quite small, and he certainly wasn't going to be able to go until morning without finding a little something else to eat. Merry's idea to store some food for later really was genius. Especially if their meal plans continued to be made by Strider, who was a very good fighter and a very good ranger, but didn't seem to grasp the concept of regular meals very well. And it seemed the elves took after him.

"I still can't believe that... No second breakfast." He shook his head disbelievingly. How people like that survived really was a mystery. It would be up to him and Merry to, eventually, talk sense into people. If only the hobbits knew about it, they just might need to crusade. "Strider seemed awfully confused about what Elevensies was as well. And I thought we just missed dinner, but now I'm having second thoughts. You're right. We'll really need to pack up for the trip." He didn't know exactly when they were leaving or where they were going, but just the thought of running out of food again disturbed Pippin greatly. They weren't going to be missing out on any more important meals if he and Merry had any say in it. Of course, if he and Merry had all the say in it (well, mostly him) they'd probably run dry on emergency meals before they even left Rivendell.

"So off we go then!" he ushered them in a random direction with his hands. Merry was right. They could get food, figure out what was going on, and possibly run into the mystery room all at once. It was still early in the evening; very early for easily entertained hobbits such as themselves. If there was anything Pippin liked as much as getting into mischief with Merry it was finding food, and if he could find food and get into some trouble all at once all with his cousin, then he certainly was without a qualm.

ooc: pleeeeeaseee forgive how short and bad this is

[amber2]

Food. It was a constant thought in even Merry's head, though his cousin probably thought about it way more than he did. Still, Merry was hungry. He could adjust to life without second breakfast, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. The hobbits were used to their constant supply of food. Already Merry was missing The Shire. An adventure was all well and good and Rivendell was really interesting... but it wasn't home. Merry doubted that there was even a place that could compare to The Green Dragon. Oh, ale. He could do with a nice drink. Did elves drink? Maybe they could find some drink around here... when they found food. If they found food. The way the tall folk like Strider seemed to eat, Merry wondered if they would even find something to eat. If Pippin had a hard time believing that tall folk didn't know about second breakfast and Elevensies, he was going to have a hell of a time if they found out that tall people only ate once a day. Actually, after their little journey with Strider, Merry wouldn't be surprised if they did only eat once a day. They'd have to find some food for sure.

“Maybe they call it something different...” Like what, Merry didn't know. They hadn't stopped for afternoon tea either, which of course came with a bit of food. Merry would prefer afternoon ale time, but that was beside the point. Maybe afternoon smoke. What Merry wouldn't give for a pipe and some Longbottom Leaf right now. Maybe the elves had some... But he doubted it. They didn't seem like the kind of people to have the hobbit kind of fun. That wasn't a bad thing really. Merry liked Strider enough, looked up to him and all that so far, and he seemed to be good with the elves. The hobbit just thought they all needed to lighten up. Sure, darkness was coming, but what good would come out of not having a little fun at some point? You'd just spend the last days going on with a straight face and what kind of life was that?

Merry wasn't sure that the direction Pippin had indicated would lead them anywhere, but it was better than not starting and Merry didn't know where to start anyway. He started his little hobbit walk after his cousin. “There's got to be something around here to eat. They breathe right? They've got to eat more than what we've had. That's got to be like, a pre-meal right?”

ooc: thanks for being so patient with me! <3

[peregrin took]

Pippin really didn't want to worry himself thinking over the tall folk and their strange habits. He considered himself a very worry-free type hobbit and at the moment, their only goal was really finding someplace to eat- which he never imagined could be very difficult. In the Shire, you could always pop by a inn or tavern and get a bite, and of course, he and Merry were never short on food themselves. But Pippin didn't remember seeing any sort of taverns on the way here, which brought up a whole nother thought of 'Where do they keep the ale?'. No food and no ale made Pippin think he and his cousin really would need to be responsible for teaching the world how to properly nutritionize (that was a word right?) themselves; that is, it they even managed to survive on what the elves considered food.

"I would hope, but I don't think there's anything else you CAN call it, is there?" Nothing came to the top of Pippin's head anyway. And he was sure if Strider did have some other meal they didn't know about, he'd have been smart enough to mention it when they were complaining. Well- he was complaining. Although, maybe just like they assumed Strider would know about extra hobbit meals Strider assumed they'd be familiar with his... For some reason though he doubted that. Pippin thought this adventure was all good fun, but he was feeling just a wee bit homesick right now. Very much like he'd rather be at the Green Dragon or even that inn in Bree. He and Merry for all he remembered had never spent so long away from home and never even half this time with company of such peculiar customs.

They started walking off towards their unknown destination nodded along with Merry's thought. "Oh well that would make the most sense. That that was just a before sort of a meal. I think they breathe. I wan't paying attention to that. But if they don't then we're going to have a bit of problem finding food, I'd imagine." He didn't know how anyone could go by not breathing but he didn't know how anyone could go by on just one or two meals a day either. He didn't mean to be rude in saying it, not really, but these tall folk were strange in lots of ways.

[amber2]

When stomachs started rumbling, it was time to find food. Merry's had begun to speak to him. He could almost hear it going Feed me young master, feed me. Before long, it'd be screaming at him. Maybe actually even developing words, which would be a sort of cool new trick. Then his stomach could tell the tall folk that he wasn't getting enough to eat. “I don't know, maybe they have an elf word for it. Something we wouldn't understand. Maybe Strider only knows about them in elf language. Or, maybe he's just not a big eater. He didn't look like he did every day things. I mean, he was pretty dirty too...” A few hobbits might have not showered here or there and of course a lot of them played around in the dirt (they lived in holes for crying out loud) but Strider had been one of the more dirty people Merry had seen.

That wasn't to say that Merry didn't like Strider; he just thought the tall folk were odd with their lack of knowledge for proper eating times apparently general hygiene. Merry supposed the latter didn't matter much when you were off running around making Middle Earth a better place, but food certainly mattered. They had to live somehow.

“I'm sure they breathe. And eat too. We just have to...” He opened the door to a room that held... nothing. “Find it.” She let out a puff of air after he said it, obviously disappointed. The hobbit bent down and picked up a rock, threw it in a random direction out of a little frustration, and knocked over an expensive looking vase. “I really hope that wasn't valuable...” His eyes were wide for a second as he looked at the shattered pieces on the ground. “Er... let's go... this way...” His bare feet took him in another direction, hopefully they didn't have watch elves who had seen the situation.