#pippinthetook

[never-late-wizard]

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//Not dead honest! Sorry! Uni and life have been hard you’re in my drafts!

// It's perfectly fine, I'm just asking so I can eliminate the ones I don't need on the website!

[one-shall-stand-blog]

pippinthetook reblogged your post:*Blinks* A giant metal man...I TOLD MERRY YOU...

Pippin grinned up at him brightly “Pleasure to meet you too Mr Metal Man! What’s your name?”

#Ahaha xD Pip likes the metal people :P#one-shall-stand

"My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots" he said brightly

[one-shall-stand-blog]

*Blinks* A giant metal man...I TOLD MERRY YOU EXISTED!

The Prime crouched down low "Greetings Pippin, it is a pleasure to meet you"

[oropherrrrr]

Oropher can you grow bunny ears? Apparently some Hobbits can and now I really want bunny ears.

*raises an eyebrow, then smiles* Yes, just eat lots and lots of carrots.

[elvishpartyelk]

*places flower crown on antler*

*smiles and nuzzles* Why does everyone like putting flower crowns on me?

[elvishpartyelk]

You're such a cute little elk *pats his head*

*nuzzles* I'm not little...but okay I guess

[never-late-wizard]

[I'm stalking you now ;D!] "Gandalf!" Pippin cried, running across his garden. "What are you doing here?" He smiled brightly at the wizard, meeting him halfway down the road.

[Alright, have fun doing so] Gandalf watched the little man rush across the greenery, “Hullo Pippin! It’s been some time since I last saw you, you haven’t been getting into too much trouble lately, have you?” he questioned, smiling fondly at the hobbit who had come to a stop before him. “I happened to be without any specific quest at the moment, so I resolved to stop by the Shire on my way West."

[oncethereweremany]

[I stalk you too!:P] Pippin panted heavily as he ducked behind the tree, covering his mouth he tried to calm his breath. Hoping that the creature chasing him had lost his scent, whimpering he curled up among the branches of the bushes.

[//It’s healthy I swear]

Beorn charged through the forest after the warg pack. He hadn’t seen one come this close to his home in a good long while, and he suspected there was a reason other than sudden bravery or force. The shackle near the base of his paw did not move when he was in this form, for his limbs swelled up to twice what they were, and the skin and fur where his wrist would be strained against it. He growled, and although it was not intended to, it came out at a deafening volume. He could see several wargs panic ahead of him, and he shouted after them in the language of Morko, but the ability to hear it as anything but the base layer of growls and roaring was lost over centuries of neglect and disregard.