Fanfiction Chapter 1

Okay , this is just an idea and if it turns out rubbish then hey... okay then..... Boromir and Faramir open the scene...

Chapter 1 - The Meeting

Boromir woke up to the familiar sound of knocking on the massive wooden door that stood in his room. He tried to ignore it by hiding his head under his pillow but it was no use. He knew who it was of course, it was Faramir , his brother and by the sound of it he was just about to hammer the door down with his fist."Come on Boromir! You'll miss target practice!!!" Faramir yelled. Boromir was quite sure he was doing this just to be annoying. He walked into the pantry , while the insistent knocking and battering continued and grabbed a piece of cake from a tin. "Boromir! Hurry up , what are you doing in there? Having a party?!" Boromir ignored this ridiculous comment and put his red tunic on and waited for the hammering and shouting to stop. "Boromir! Boromir! Boromir!" As Faramir yelled louder and louder, quicker and quicker, the madder Boromir got. "Boromir! Boromir!" That was the final straw. "Boromir! Boromir! Boro-""WHAT IS IT?!?! What now? What is so important?""I've just told you" Faramir replied. "We've got target practice and you are going to miss it if you don't hurry up and let me in." The door opened with a creak and behind it stood a very frustrated Boromir. Quickly he grabbed his bow and arrows and followed his brother down the steps."I'd be in a better mood with you if you hadn't kept me awake all night last night singing Faramir but as it is you have woken me up into a bad mood.""I was singing?" Faramir asked, thinking of how embarrassed he would be if his friends found out. "What was I singing?!"Boromir sighed and gave an expression of sarcasm although inside he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. This is what he loved to do. If Faramir ever got on his nerves he would wind him up and he'd fall for it every single time and today was no exception. "Umm... I can't remember. Oh I know , it had something to do with coconuts.. I'll have to ask Beragil if he knows." He waited and then as he suspected the penny dropped and his brother's face was a picture. "No!! No don't!!!" A few minutes later he realised he'd been tricked again. "I've done it again haven't I?" "Yes Faramir , you have."They both walked briskly down towards the stone courtyard where many Gondorian archers stood dressed in glinting uniforms. Suddenly Faramir stopped in his tracks and prepared himself for a sprint back to the top of the Citadel until Boromir stopped him."Where do you think you are going?" He asked with a hint of suspicion."I forgot my arrows.""You idiot! Well you'd better go back and get them hadn't you before I use you as a moving target." And with that off Faramir ran.
Meanwhile in the Shire , Merry and Pippin had just come across a huge basket of mushrooms and were carrying them back to Frodo’s. The sun was shining on the Brandywine river and the birds were sweeping high on the thermals. It was one of those days that hobbits could all enjoy a picnic by the party tree and that’s exactly what Merry and Pippin were planning for.
“I tell you what Pip,” Merry remarked as he grabbed an apple from a nearby crate. “These mushrooms would be great in a ham and mushroom pie. But I reckon we should fry them , what do you think?” He bit into the rosy red apple and felt the warm tang of it in the back of h9is throat.
“Hmm… Yes , I think frying them is best.” A recognisable figure materialised from the trees and spoke in a soft and smooth tone. The bright blue eyes, angle like hair and smooth skin. Frodo Baggins.
“Frodo! How lovely to see you! We were just coming your way with some mushrooms we found down by the Brandywine. Must have fallen off a cart at some point.” As he took another bite of his apple he guided Frodo towards the steps and they made their way to Bag End. The familiar round door , painted green , swung open like a treasure box ready to reveal the gold inside. Frodo and Pippin walked into the dining room and placed the basket onto the long oak table whilst Merry brushed his feet on the mat and hung his sandy brown hat onto the peg.
“Cake!!” Pippin exclaimed as he dashed into the kitchen. “We must have some cake!”
“We weren’t going to forget it silly!” Giggled Frodo. Pippin’s enthusiasm for food was overwhelming , even for Hobbit standards!
“I’m going to find my picnic blanket.” Merry made his way out of the door with Pippin munching and following close behind him.
“YOU TWO!! Come back! I’ve got your picnic blanket here!” An expression of confusion passed over the two hobbits’ faces.
About half an hour later everything was prepared. The sweet smell of fried mushrooms filled the air and the large picnic basket was brimming with cakes , fruit , pies of all kinds and many more sweet tasting things.
“Actually,” Mentioned Frodo. “I think I’ll pop by Sam’s to see if he has any fresh lemonade. The Gaffer always makes a good bottle.”
“Yeah , great idea Merry and I will take all of this down to the party tree or we can go and sit by the river.”
“I think sitting by the river will be nice.” Frodo answered.
“Okay , well we’ll meet you there then.” Pippin replied , picking up a blanket and heading out of the door , trying to make it look as though he had far too much to carry. A deliberate cough came from Merry with a raised eyebrow to match the quizzical expression. “What?”
“Can you help me with this please?
“Can’t you see I’ve already got something. I can’t carry two things at once you know!” And off he marched down the hallway and out the door before an argument materialised and he really had to carry something else.
“Bye Frodo.” Merry said and as he passed by he gave Frodo a knowing look and tutted. Giggling he followed Pippin down to the river.

To be continued...