The Perils of Being the Littlest Took by bfb

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Author: bfb
Title: The Perils of Being the Littlest Took
Rating: G
Theme: Short and Sweet
Elements: 339
Author's Notes: This is my first time submitting to this group, so let me know if I did anything wrong!
Summary: Pippin makes a drastic move to evade his older sister’s sadistic clutches.
Word Count: 339

“Give it back or I’ll tell Mum!”

“Tell her what? That you wanted to eat a tart before supper?”

Pippin glared up at his sister, but said nothing in response. Pervinca had a point. He’d have to rescue the pastry without the aid of his mother’s justice. He gazed up at the high cupboard where it had been hidden and sighed, knowing that his options were few and not altogether pleasant.

“You know what you could do to get it back, though, don’t you?” said Pervinca with a smug grin as she folded her arms. Pippin frowned and wished that a game of Knights and Pirates had struck her fancy rather than a tea party.

“But it isn’t fair!” he cried, stomping his foot. “It’s mine! You can’t steal it and force me to play your silly dress up games!”

“Oh, I wasn’t going to dress you up today,” said Pervinca innocently. But then she pulled a ribbon out of her apron pocket and added, “Though now that you mention it, Pimmie has been working on a new dress all day. Perhaps we should invite her to play?”

Pippin began to back away in terror as his sister approached him, a look of demoniacal glee upon her face. He bumped into the counter and, seeing no other choice, started a desperate ascent up the shelves.

“What are you doing?” Pervinca’s annoyance quickly turned into worry as she watched the nimble lad climb. “You’re going to fall and break your neck!”

But Pippin was of single purpose now and only kept clambering higher. He was within arm’s reach of the infamous cupboard, when suddenly he was being plucked down and lowered to the ground.

“I was this close to rescuing my tart, Dad!” Pippin whined.

“And one day, you’ll be big enough to rescue all the tarts you like,” said Paladin with a smile. “But for now...” He took not one but two tarts out of the cupboard and handed it to his ecstatic children. “Just don’t tell your mother.”

Comments

[shirebound]

Thank you for the link! That's an adorable story.

[dreamflower]

I'm so glad you liked it! gryffinjack is a sweetie, and I hope to encourage her to write lots more hobbity stories!

[elandulin.livejournal.com]

A warm--and thoughtful--little story! May I ask the meaning and origin of the word "fauntling"? That's a new one for me.

[dreamflower]

It was a sweet little story, and I'm quite proud of the author!

"Fauntling" comes from "faunt", a word JRRT made up to describe hobbits at what *we* would call children at the "toddler" stage of life. He says hobbit babies become "faunts" when they are three-year-olds (This is one figure used to determine the age ratio of hobbits to humans, along with the coming of age at thirty-three to a human age of twenty-one. It works out to just under two-thirds of human age. Topaz Took figured it at .64.) He only uses "faunt", but it's fanon to occasionally add the "ling" on the end, as a diminuitive. The information is found in his Letter #214, which is chock full of information about hobbit society, inheritance practices, gift-giving customs and other plot bunnies.

[hobbitloaf.livejournal.com]

Not to mention the wonderful tale of Lalia the Fat. ;)

[dreamflower]

No, not to mention her at all, LOL! She's an interesting character to say the least, and I think she could have given Lobelia a run for her money.