Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin lay on the roof of Bag End, gazing at the clouds. The foursome had been friends for a long time and had gone through many hardships together while trudging through Middle earth. But we all know that story. Now is a new adventure, just waiting to unfold….

“I’ve always wondered why people don’t eat grass,” Pippin pondered aloud.
Merry sat up and stared at Pippin in a confused way. “Wait…what?”

“It doesn’t taste terrible at all. In fact, it’s rather good,” Pippin said as he chewed on a blade.

“Fool of a Took,” Sam muttered.

“Now Sam,” Pippin said in an intelligent tone, “just because you are jealous of my philosophizing skills certainly does not mean that you can smart tongue me.”

“Pip, I believe the term is ‘smart-mouth’ “, Frodo said, holding in a laugh.

Pippin sat up and looked at Frodo with an unconvincing look of hurt. “Frodo Baggins…my own second cousin once removed from my mother’s side…I didn’t expect such a behavior from you.”

Frodo, Sam, and Merry all laughed and Pippin was tring not to as he turned up his nose in a snobbish way. “I refuse to talk to you, Mr. Baggins. I refuse to talk to you for the rest of eternity. When Gandalf returns, I shall do the unthinkable to get back at you for ruining my life.”

Frodo put on a look of anxiety. “Oh my goodness, Peregrin, what ever do you plan to do?!”

Pippin slowly turned his head to Frodo and said evilly, “I’m going to… tattle on you.”

Just then, all four of the hobbits cracked into hysterical laughter. Sam cried, “No, Pippin! Don’t tattle on him, anything but that!”

As Merry wiped a tear from his eye, his face suddenly showed shock. “Hey, look everyone! Gandalf’s back!”

And indeed he was. Gandalf was riding up the road in his horse and buggy towards Bag End, carrying a large sack which made a clanking noise everytime he came to a bump in the road. He raised his hand to welcome the hobbits. They all waved frantically in return, showing their anxiousness to hear what he had recovered in Isengard.

Merry and Sam ran down towards Gandalf. As Pippin started to follow them, he felt a tap on the shoulder. He whirled around and saw Frodo with a smirk on his face. “You’re not going to tell on me, are you?”

Pippin smiled. “Well, alright. This time I won’t, but don’t expect me to be so forgiving next time you mess up.”

They both laughed and headed down with Sam and Merry, eager to hear what tales Gandalf had from his trip.