Grass and Sky

shirebound asked for wee!Pippin-tween!Frodo (or wee!Merry-young!Frodo). This is a little bit of fluff inspired by the gorgeous view outside the library window right now.

Tears and Laughter

It was a near perfect day with a bright blue sky interrupted by small, puffy white clouds; fresh, new-green leaves practically glowed in the strong sunlight and the sound of laughter drifted on a breeze that made those same leaves dance and sway charmingly.

The perfection was marred only by the tear-stained face that presented itself to Frodo. Little Pippin, still unsteady on his feet, had tripped while running through the grass, and had banged his knee.

Scooping the tiny lad up into his arms, Frodo inspected the wee knee for damage, kissed the almost invisible scrape and set the lad back onto his feet.

“All better?” he asked with a warm smile.

“Better,” Pippin replied with a sniffle before starting to run on short legs. “Catch me!” he demanded a moment later in a high, giggly voice. Frodo, unable to resist such a sweet challenge, raced (so slowly he was barely moving) after the laughing child. It truly was a perfect day.