Meriadoc the Magnificent

anorie:

ladyofrohan:

[insert cliched caption about swords here]

My feelings. What is even going on? xD

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MERRY?!

All I can think of is

“Stuck? Stuck?! STUUUUUCK!!! STU-HU-HUCK!!!! STUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! EEEEEHHH!!!”

Wha..!? HOW’D YOU FIND THIS.

I couldn’t contain my curiosity, alright? Gimli was telling me about orc blood and I just wanted to see for myself.

Say Pip, lets go find Borrums, shall we?

(Source: sanguedecostela)

samwise-gamgee:

peregrin-mushroom-took:

“Here we are. Finally inside the dungeon.. now is the time to search Frodo and get out of this place. The air is very loaded, and it’s really dark. Seems that all the orcs have went out with the alarm, I’m not surprised, they’re not very smart… Nevertheless, we need to be quiet and hide in the dark while we explore the dungeon” thought Pippin. Getting inside the dungeon by the hole of the wall was easy. At the end, the hole was width enough for a hobbit, and the three hobbits could cross it without problems.

There was almost five prisioners in the cells, all of them were pale and looked like they haven’t eat in a while. But no one of them looked like Frodo.

- We need to set free them all -Pippin said whispering to Sam and Merry.

The three Hobbits were confused. Where was Frodo? Could he be in another floor? Pippin wanted to find out for sure so he said: 

- Frodo, are you there..?- Inmediatly, Sam and Merry panicked and silenced Pippin with their hands. A shadow moved at the end of the passage.

- Who’s there? -said a deep voice. A few moments later, the thing approached to them, and with the light of a torch that was next to him, they saw an ugly orc, very angry, with his sword unsheathed- I’m gonna kill you, vermin! -Some kind of whimper came from the place the orc was a few seconds before, and the creature turned and screamed- And you shut up, stupid tadpole!

The three hobbits looked each other with surprise, and hapiness in their hearts. The hope had returned, but they had to get rid of the orc.

The fear that had coursed through Sam at once again seeing an orc left him in the moment the creature turned to yell at whatever poor soul he was tormenting. Why, Sam Gamgee! You act as though you’ve never dealt with their type before! But you have, and you will again! He squared his shoulders and took his short sword from its hilt, sure that Pippin and Merry would follow. If the orc laughed, all the better: it would mean he was underestimating them, and with the anger that was rebuilding inside of Sam (Mr Frodo was being kept somewhere in here by these filthy rats), he would be only too glad to use that to his advantage.

Merry followed suit, quietly unsheathed his sword, and motioned for Pippin to do the same. “Alright then,” he whispered shakily “it seems this one is alone. We can certainly deal with one between the three of us! So long as we time it just right…”

His heart lept to his throat, and he felt a surge of ferocity and valor washing over him as he fixed his eyes on the path to the orc.

anorie:

legolasgreenleafbestandprettiest:

peregrin-mushroom-took:

Uhn, I’m hungry now.

Pippin, need I remind you of the last time someone ate mushrooms in the Fellowship? I saw WAY to much of Boromir that night and I’d rather not repeat it.

No not again! -flashbacks-

Oh my. I shall certainly stay away from those next time around.

Well… that is. From too many. Just one couldn’t hurt, right?

We’re trying to get Gim’s in the Christmas Spirit. Hurrah!

Merry Christmas everyone!