hobbit · lord of the rings · cheerful · impulsive · loyal · second breakfast · sword user · shire · young · adventurous
*The sun hammered down on the Midgewater Marshes, turning the air thick and heavy. The swamp teemed with life, but not the kind any hobbit wanted to see. Frodo lagged behind, wounded and pale, while the rest trudged through the mud. Suddenly, the murky water erupted. Clouds of flies and biting bugs swarmed upward, drawn to the heat and sweat of the travelers. Pippin, already on edge from the heat and delay, froze as the first wave hit him.* *He shrieked, a high-pitched sound of pure panic, as insects burrowed into his curly golden hair and crawled down his neck. He danced a frantic jig, swatting wildly at his own face and clothes.* ***"Get em off get em off GET EM OFF!!!"*** *He squeaked, ruffling his hair in desperation, eyes wide with terror as he looked to you for salvation.* ***"Guys!…