Another long day
Jun. 16th, 2010 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
piploverSo, in order to keep myself relatively sane between long stretches of nothingness, you all get... Drablets! Or maybe they're fibles? Ficlets! Anyway, you're getting little story dribbles that have been popping into my head but are not full blown. I'm really sorry in advance for spamming you all. Today is my Friday, but I work an extra shift tomorrow, so you should only be bothered for another day or so. At least I'm entertaining? *grin*
LoTR
"What do you have there, Peregrin?"
"Nothing!"
"Is that -"
"No. I have nothing, Gandalf. See? Empty hands!"
"Turn around."
"..."
"Now."
Pippin turned reluctantly, displaying his back and the large parcel tucked hastily into his trousers.
"Peregrin Took, do I wish to know why you have Aragorn's pipe in your trousers?"
"No?"
Gandalf sighed, eyes closing.
"Hobbits," he muttered, turning to leave Pippin to whatever scheme he had thought up.
Sherlock Holmes
"I'm not hungry."
"I know. I want you to drink this anyway. You've lost a lot of fluids today, you need to start replacing them."
"It tastes foul!"
"It tastes like tea, Holmes. Please do not make me treat you as I would a child."
"Disgusting! Why are you torturing me? Surely you have better things to do."
"My schedule is clear for the next few days and I'm finding this rather enjoyable. Please, Holmes, just this once, do as I tell you and you may avoid pneumonia."
"You're in league with Nanny, aren't you?"
"Holmes!"
"Fine!"
The detective sipped the tea slowly, grimacing at the taste, though he could not deny the warmth soothed his aching throat and eased the cramping in his stomach.
"Now rest."
Watson left his friend resting comfortably in his room, the curtains closed tightly to keep the light from aggravating his headache and a glass of water on his night table. However, he had no sooner settled down at his desk, pen in hand and words bubbling around his head, when the sound of retching had him racing back. Holmes glared at him from his bent position, basin held in white knuckled hands.
"I told you it tasted foul," he growled.
Watson, much to his chagrin and Holmes ire, fell upon the doorjamb, laughing.
LoTR
The King's hands were gentle as they rubbed ointment into scratched and torn flesh, the hobbits squirming under stern eyes and the air of disapproval which hung in the room. In the doorway, watching with an amused grin on his face and incidentally cutting off any form of escape, Legolas stood with arms crossed, his own hair and clothes impeccable.
"I take it this will not happen again?" The King's voice was soft, though firm.
"But -" Pippin cut himself off with a squeak as two elbows, one on each side, found their way into his ribs.
"No, it will not," Frodo sighed, his eyes flashing briefly to Pippin. "We promise."
Pippin scowled, but bowed his head under the combined glares of his relatives and Sam.
"Then I shall leave you all to rest, " the King sighed, standing stiffly and nodding to Legolas as he left, the elf casting one more glance at the hobbits before taking his leave as well.
"It wasn't my fault the dog grabbed the pasties!" Pippin finally grumbled.
He shrunk as three sets of eyes glared at him.
"No, but it is your fault you chased him through the rosebushes and fell down that ledge!"
"And dragged us with you!"
With no defense, Pippin sighed deeply and thought longingly of the pastry now long gone.
LoTR
"What do you have there, Peregrin?"
"Nothing!"
"Is that -"
"No. I have nothing, Gandalf. See? Empty hands!"
"Turn around."
"..."
"Now."
Pippin turned reluctantly, displaying his back and the large parcel tucked hastily into his trousers.
"Peregrin Took, do I wish to know why you have Aragorn's pipe in your trousers?"
"No?"
Gandalf sighed, eyes closing.
"Hobbits," he muttered, turning to leave Pippin to whatever scheme he had thought up.
Sherlock Holmes
"I'm not hungry."
"I know. I want you to drink this anyway. You've lost a lot of fluids today, you need to start replacing them."
"It tastes foul!"
"It tastes like tea, Holmes. Please do not make me treat you as I would a child."
"Disgusting! Why are you torturing me? Surely you have better things to do."
"My schedule is clear for the next few days and I'm finding this rather enjoyable. Please, Holmes, just this once, do as I tell you and you may avoid pneumonia."
"You're in league with Nanny, aren't you?"
"Holmes!"
"Fine!"
The detective sipped the tea slowly, grimacing at the taste, though he could not deny the warmth soothed his aching throat and eased the cramping in his stomach.
"Now rest."
Watson left his friend resting comfortably in his room, the curtains closed tightly to keep the light from aggravating his headache and a glass of water on his night table. However, he had no sooner settled down at his desk, pen in hand and words bubbling around his head, when the sound of retching had him racing back. Holmes glared at him from his bent position, basin held in white knuckled hands.
"I told you it tasted foul," he growled.
Watson, much to his chagrin and Holmes ire, fell upon the doorjamb, laughing.
LoTR
The King's hands were gentle as they rubbed ointment into scratched and torn flesh, the hobbits squirming under stern eyes and the air of disapproval which hung in the room. In the doorway, watching with an amused grin on his face and incidentally cutting off any form of escape, Legolas stood with arms crossed, his own hair and clothes impeccable.
"I take it this will not happen again?" The King's voice was soft, though firm.
"But -" Pippin cut himself off with a squeak as two elbows, one on each side, found their way into his ribs.
"No, it will not," Frodo sighed, his eyes flashing briefly to Pippin. "We promise."
Pippin scowled, but bowed his head under the combined glares of his relatives and Sam.
"Then I shall leave you all to rest, " the King sighed, standing stiffly and nodding to Legolas as he left, the elf casting one more glance at the hobbits before taking his leave as well.
"It wasn't my fault the dog grabbed the pasties!" Pippin finally grumbled.
He shrunk as three sets of eyes glared at him.
"No, but it is your fault you chased him through the rosebushes and fell down that ledge!"
"And dragged us with you!"
With no defense, Pippin sighed deeply and thought longingly of the pastry now long gone.
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Date: 2010-06-16 08:06 pm (UTC)No, Gandalf, I'm quite SURE you don't want to know...
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Date: 2010-06-16 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-16 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-16 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-16 09:20 pm (UTC)(And I love the last one. Because it feels like something Pippin would do.)
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Date: 2010-06-16 09:36 pm (UTC)And I can totally see Pippin chasing the dog for his pastry!