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bitter-sweet-farmgirl · 3 years

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Where My Heart Lies

OC is forced to admit her feelings to Merry after he admits it to her.

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OC(s) Used: Elossa

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I sat out in the grove of trees next to Bag End. This had been Cousin Frodo's favourite place to sit and read a book until he had set off on an adventure. Life in the Shire had been much quieter without him and my other friends Pippin and Merry around.

I had heard many a person say that 'things were finally becoming 'normal' now that those three 'troublemakers' had gone from the Shire, and it was a shame that they roped the Old Gaffer's son into coming with them. He'd always been a sensible lad'. Of course, since they were talking about my relative and friends, few people actually said it within my hearing. The exception being the Sackville-Baggins'. Lobelia was still deluded into thinking that she was more entitled to Bag End than its current owner.

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of crackling leaves underfoot. I stood up, trying to see who was walking through the grove. It wasn't tea-time, so under what circumstances would someone be coming around?

Slowly, a green cloaked silhouette appeared through the leafless trees, closely followed by two brown cloaked and one grey cloaked figures. A million questions ran through my mind as I watched them plod steadily towards Bag End.

Who were they? What were they? What were they doing here? Are they going to hurt me? Are they looking for something? If so, what or whom?

But then the lead figure stopped and pointed towards where Bag End was barely visible through the thick trunks of the oak trees surrounding us. "Look, Sam, there it is. Bag End." A soft, quiet voice said, and my green eyes widened. That was the voice of Frodo.

"Frodo!" I shrieked, running across the leaf-strewn ground towards the quartet of Hobbits. "Frodo!"

He turned around upon hearing my voice, and I caught sight of his weary face. But once he saw me, running towards him, a smile lit up his features. "Elossa!" He called, and opened his arms to hug me as I barreled into him.

We held each other tight for a moment, then I pulled back from him to examine him closer. "Frodo Baggins, you look as though you walked through Mordor and back!" I exclaimed, taking in his ripped and worn clothing. My words prompted a mysterious smile to bloom on his face

and he laughed.

"You have no idea how true that is, Lossi." He chuckled, and I shot him a questioning look.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, but Frodo just sighed, grabbing my hand and beginning to walk towards Bag End.

"It is a long story that deserves to be told the right way; in front of a roaring fire with mugs of ale or tea in our hands." He said, and I shook my head. Frodo could be quite cryptic at times.

Once we arrived at Bag End, I hurried into the kitchen to prepare a meal for the four tired travelers while they cleaned up. Occasionally, I could hear loud splashes and shouts from the bathroom, making me heave a long sigh. Who knew just how much of a mess those lads were making...

I got the food ready within an hour and had it all set out on the table, waiting for my cousin and friends to reappear out of the bathroom. Merry appeared first, dressed in new clothes that I had dug out of an old chest Frodo had presented me with and seated himself at the table.

He surveyed the spread with a hungry eye and let out a sigh. "My, you sure know how to make a lad feel at home, Elossa." He said and reached his hand out towards the bowl of warm buns. Instinctively, I punched his shoulder as I passed by to set another plate on the table.

But to my surprise, Merry let out a groan of pain, grabbing his shoulder and gritting his teeth as his face screwed up in an ugly grimace of agony. Quickly, I set the plate down and hurried back to his side. "Merry! I'm so sorry, I didn't know that you had any wounds or anything..." I apologized, my brow furrowed with concern.

Merry shook his head slightly, letting out a long breath. "I'm fine, Lossi. Trust me." He tried to reassure me, just as the other three walked into the room.

As soon as they saw Merry's face, they rushed over to crowd around him. Frodo wore a little frown as he watched Merry. "You told us that you were healed! Merry Brandybuck, I should never have listened to you!" He scolded angrily, making Merry hang his head.

"I just wanted to get back to the Shire sooner... We all did. I would have just delayed us longer." He mumbled, making Sam shake his head.

"So what? We would have lived. Your health is more important than our patience." He said, and gave me a look. "Mr. Frodo, do you have bandages around the house?" He asked, and Frodo thought for a moment.

"I believe so. Let me fetch them." I piped before Frodo could answer, and hurried off in the

direction of the storage closets. I thought I had caught sight of some when I was attempting to organize them on Bilbo's birthday when I was tired of helping with party business.

Thankfully, I found them in the first closet I came to, and was soon back in the kitchen, where Merry was now sitting shirtless and shamefaced with Sam and Frodo kneeling beside him examining his shoulder.

I felt myself pale slightly as I caught sight of the angry, torn flesh. What had he done to himself?

Swallowing hard, I walked closer and shooed Frodo away so I could take his place. "I can do a better job at this than you can." I told him, making a little smile appear on his face. Then I turned back to Merry. "Now, I'm going to predict that this is going to hurt, alright? But I'll do my best to be gentle."

Merry just gave me a sheepish smirk. "I'm a bit tougher than you think, Elossa. Don't worry about me." He said, and I scoffed.

"Yeah, you the boy who cried over getting splinters taken out of his fingers tough enough not to feel any pain from a gaping wound? I think not." I said, snickering slightly at the chuckles coming from behind me and the embarrassed expression on Merry's face.

"I don't do that!" He protested as I unscrewed the top of a bottle of salve. "I've been in many battles and been injured many times. I'm very tough!" He said and I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay. Now hold still while I put the bandage on." I said, giving up on arguing with him. He stopped talking and sat still, watching me closely with his hazel eyes. I felt a bit self-conscious honestly, what with so many eyes on me as I sat very close to the Hobbit I had harboured secret feelings about for many years. A secret that the three other people in the room had somehow found out about years ago.

Clearing my throat, I settled the bandage on the angry flesh and started to wrap it around his arm. Merry let out a soft hiss of pain, and I stopped, looking at him. "Does it hurt?" I asked softly, but he shook his head, taking a shuddering breath.

"No, no, continue." He said, but I saw that he was tenser then he had been a few seconds ago, and he was clenching his fists tightly.

I continued wrapping the bandage around his shoulder, pulling it tighter to make sure it wouldn't slip off. But Merry interrupted me once more. "Ow, okay, yeah. That's starting to hurt." He blurted, closing his eyes tight as he shrunk away from me.

I quickly loosened the bandage, looking over at him. "I'm sorry, Merry. Is this better?" I questioned as I fiddled with the cloth. He nodded silently, staring at me as though he wanted to

say something.

"Go on and tell her." Pippin piped up from the corner of the kitchen, making Merry jump in surprise as he began to flush scarlet.

"Tell me what?" I asked curiously as I began to put away the salve and the rest of the bandages. Silence hung in the air after my question, and I turned to look over at Merry as he fidgeted nervously in the chair.

"Uh, well..." His voice trailed off. I let out a sigh and turned away from him again to pick up the bin where I had stowed all the healing supplies and began to walk out of the kitchen. But Frodo blocked my path.

"Frodo-" I tried to speak, but he cut me off, staring hard over my shoulder towards Merry.

"You promised to tell her, remember? I'm not going to let you go back on that promise." He said in a firm voice that I had never heard come from my cousin before. He had grown up so much in the time he was away on his adventure.

"Tell me what?" I asked again, more curious than ever about what Merry either didn't want to tell me or was too nervous to say.

"That he likes you." Pippin blurted out, making all the other males in the room shoot him a glare. I just froze where I stood, feeling as though my heart would pound right out of my chest.

"PIPPIN!" Merry cried, but Pippin just shrugged.

"You weren't going to tell her..." He defended, crossing his arms. "So I said it for you, and you didn't even say 'thank you'! I'm offended." He huffed and walked out of the room.

Frodo just laughed and squeezed my shoulder. "Play nice, Lossi." He said, and Merry looked offended.

"Why are you telling her that? Aren't you supposed to take the place of the scary older brother?" He asked, and Frodo shook his head.

"That's not really my thing. Elossa is scarier that I could ever be, so be careful what you say." He said, giving me a wink as he headed out towards the door with Sam in tow.

That left Merry and I alone together. Merry looked at me, his eyes hesitant. "So... Uh... I guess this is where I ask you if you feel the same?" He tried quietly, standing up and walking over to where I still stood in the doorway.

Looking up at him as he towered over me, I swallowed hard, biting my lip. "I guess..." I whispered and nodded.

Merry's hazel eyes roved over my face, and a smile slowly bloomed on his lips. "I don't know what to say..." He murmured, and I smiled back.

"Then kiss me." I whispered so quietly I thought Merry didn't hear me. Then he leaned down, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me closer to him as his lips hesitantly and tenderly met mine.

Drawing away after a moment, remaining close enough that his hot breath caressed my cheek, he said three little words I had always dreamed of hearing emerge from his lips.

"I love you."

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X-Men Crossover - Pt 2 - Finding Bilbo

… Pt 2 - Finding Bilbo … You easily found your way to the large green door, taking a deep breath of the crisp air and pausing at the open gate. Logan chuckled and gave you a gentle push, following after as you slowly stepped up to the door, taking another breath then raising your hand to knock on the door when it swung open, causing the small Hobbit to fall backwards when he spotted you both.

You quickly stepped forward and helped him to his feet as he gave a nervous chuckle, “Sorry I wasn't expecting company.” “Not at all, entirely my fault I frightened you.” He turned and offered his hand, “Bilbo Baggins, Pleasure to meet you.” Glancing nervously between you and Logan, cautiously eyeing your basket before looking back to you. “Jaqi Howlett, and my brother Logan Howlett.” He gave him a small nod as he glanced back at you. “So, um…I was just going to sit out for a smoke.” Glancing up at Logan, apparently nervous of his non overly friendly presence. “Would you care to join me?” You both nod, “Sounds lovely. Oh we have deserts, bought them in Bree, would you like some?” “I would, Thank you.” Taking his seat on the small bench as you both sat your bags down next to the stones next to the bench and sitting on the stones, setting the basket down in front of you three. Bilbo smiled as he took a dessert and filled his pipe after taking a bite, then lighting it and blowing out a puff of smoke. “My Mother used to make these for me, when I was little.” Both of you helping yourselves to one each then Logan pulled out his cigar as you pulled out your smaller and thinner cigarillo, lighting each with your lighters, smiling as he glanced at your strange rolled smoking sticks that smelled just like Hobbit tobacco as it burned. “Where did you get those?” Logan answered, “Back home. Long way from here.” “Do you miss it?” Logan, “Not really.” You, “We actually wanted to talk to you about that.” Bilbo, “Hmm?” As he took a bite of his dessert, finishing it and grabbing another. You, “Well, there was sort of an explosion, and um…We sort of fell just a few miles from Bree.” Bilbo glanced over at you curiously, somehow not overly shocked at your story, as if he had heard of people just falling into this world frequently, “So you were sent here then?” You, “If we were it’s news to us. But in our world, everyone knows that if you find yourself in the Shire you have to stop at BagEnd. Then start your Journeys from there.” Bilbo, “My home is that well known?” Logan, “You have no idea.” As he shoved another dessert into his mouth. Bilbo, “So where will you go from here?” You, “Well, I was hoping we might be able to stay here, at least for tonight. We can pay you for our stay.” Bilbo smiled at the thought of company, he had been alone since he lost his parents, he nodded and said, “Alright, sounds like a fair plan, would you mind telling me about your home?”

You both ended up bonding with him quickly, both easing him into your abilities. Assuring him you meant him no harm, and informing him that, “Should you ever find yourself heading off for an Adventure of your own, we would be grateful to protect you.”

Later that day you and Logan headed to the market to purchase more Hobbit tobacco and rolling papers, on your way back your conversation runs back to your old world. Logan, “So how pissed do you think the Professor is, one a scale of paper cut to destroying the Universe?” You, “Close to destroying the Universe. But he can complain all he wants, I’m much happier here.” “Same here.” You let out a giggle, “I just thought of something, Victor won't be able to find us either.” Logan let out a laugh, “Oh I would love to be able to see his face when he won't be able to find me on my Birthday. Over 150 years he's been following me to prove he's stronger than me, what ever will he do now?” You chuckled as you ran your fingers over the tracker imbedded in the solar of your uniform, a thought repeating in your mind, Logan sensed the change in your pulse and asked, “What is it?” “The trackers, in our suits.” “You think they could use it to take us back?” “Possibly.” He nodded, “Then one thing to do. Let’s destroy them and bury them.” Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “We are staying.” Kissing the side of your forehead. “Every other time we started over, it was my choice. It’s my turn to return the favor. Besides, I am loving the silence in this world.” You returned to Bilbo’s house, walking through the yard behind the house, each removing your trackers and smashing them with a stone then burying them under the stone, being careful to return the stone back to its original place.

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Back in the Mutant Academy

Professor and the teachers and students are frantically searching for an answer to return you both back home. After hours of searching he slowly rolled through Logan’s then your room, noticing the empty drawers and closets, leaving no trace of your being there. As he left he spotted the paper on the printer, curiously grabbing it and reading it as Storm entered the room. Storm, “Professor?” He frantically flipped the page over hoping for more words on the other side, mumbling, “This answers nothing!” Storm, “What?” “Jaqi typed the introduction to her history that I asked her for. It’s vague, no details. I have thousands of questions and now I’ll never know unless we get them back.” “What happens if we can’t?” “We have to try.” “What questions could be so important?” “She knew Kings.” Handing Storm the Intro, “Her adopted Father was a King of Sparta, almost 200 years she spent there. She was alive when Alexander the Great was conquering the world, he visited Sparta countless times, she would have known them, their likes, their dislikes. How they looked, walked, spoke, if they hated apples. How many times they said the world moments, how they held their spoons, how the world really took to the invention of the fork. There is so much we could learn from her.” Making Storm roll her eyes as he kept mumbling out ridiculous questions he never got to ask you.

Over the next week he had finally gotten it rebuilt with the help of Magneto, declaring a ceasefire in their war, who even though he had tried to kill you and Logan several times, respected you immensely and was going to miss your presence greatly. Through his imprisonment you had visited him several times, knowing he would lose his mind with the solitude. With his great mind he needed someone with great intellect to keep him company, both bonding over your pasts, sharing several stories of your lives since the 1940’s.

Finally achieving the impossible, standing back as they fired up the machine again, only to have the professor gasp as your broken trackers, covered in a handful of dirt fell on the floor ahead of them before a stone landed on top of them. The Professor let out a quiet groan as he dug through the dirt uncovering the trackers, holding them in his palm as he stared at them intently, refusing to admit that that was his only chance. All of the teachers leaving him and Magneto alone to accept your fates as Beast shut down the machine.

Magneto looked at the trackers, smiling slightly as his eyes twinkled, remembering your yearning for a quieter world, “Perhaps they've found their perfect world. Jaqi had told me years ago that she wanted to live a simpler, quieter life, more like the world she was born into.” “How am I supposed to just let go of them?” He rested his hands on his old friends shoulders, “We remember them, and the life we shared. She told me once, all she could do to pass on after losing her family, was to tell herself to keep breathing and keep looking ahead as she held them alive in her heart.”

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Back at BagEnd The next day

Bilbo is showing the two of you around his property, showing you both his gardens and telling you the Hobbit way to tend to plants to make them grow to massive proportions. Stopping suddenly as he spotted a small hole in his yard, where you had buried your trackers. Bilbo walked over to the hole, walking around it in a circle, then stopping and resting his fists on his hips letting out a huff as he stared at the hole. Muttering out, “Lobelia!” You walked over slowly, “Lobelia?” He turned back to you both, his face lightening up from his scowl, “My cousin, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins. Always taking what isn’t hers. First my spoons now my dirt, and my favorite stone. That was one of my favorite stones. The first time I held hands with someone was near that stone.” Quietly you collected a small plant from one of his pots inside, which he had meant to replant ages ago, then settling down for second breakfast. You both definitely loved his new part of your new lives.

… Both of you adapted to your new lives, but the main difference being you were both practically weightless. Since Logan became Wolverine as his bones were fused with adamantium, the metal had been slowly poisoning him, drawing most of his healing abilities towards reversing the effect of that, and also making him a few hundred pounds heavier. Your Metal form was revealed to be a purer form of adamantium, with its purity it had been more difficult for Magneto and other super villains to use it against you. With your weight, the both of you found yourselves very careful with where you sat, making the Professor to get industrial strength furniture for you both. But you still chose to stand mostly, or to sit on the ground out of habit, having dealt with this for most of your lives.

A few years after you had joined the Academy Logan had been attacked by a super villain. He had injected him with a toxin that latched onto his Adamantium bones, nearly killing him, leaving only one solution for you. As he laid there screaming on the floor you ran over and started to remove his adamantium from his body as gently as you could. His screams subsided as he saw you kneel next to him, telling him, “I’m sorry, I have to remove your Metal.” He looked you in the eye grunting out, “Do it.” As he started felt another wave of pain run through his body, you ran your hand over his face, knocking him unconscious, nearly comatose to keep him from the pain. Cutting his forearm with your nail and drawing out the metal, repeating the same on each limb then cutting his chest near his collarbone, removing the last and watching as his body healed. The venom had latched on completely to the Metal running through his body and nowhere else, making it a nearly instantaneous healing afterward. You ran your hand over his face again waking him up, giving him a kind smile as he lifted his hands, feeling the difference in his weight and feeling his body healthy again. Logan, “You got it all!” Sitting up to hug you. “Of course I did.” His eyes dropped to the giant chunk of discolored Adamantium next to you, “All that was inside me? No wonder I was so heavy.” “He definitely didn't waste any energy on making it purer before fusing it to your bones.” He looked at you curiously, “What do you mean?” “It’s not pure, it’s only 70% Adamantium, the other 30% was what was poisoning you all this time and why it was so heavy.” “So if it was purer, It would be healthier for me?” You looked back at his eyes tilting your head slightly to the side, “You want to do it again?” “I can protect you better when I have it, my bone claws break too easily, so do my bones. Besides, I kind of like the weight. Would you do it?” You opened your mouth slightly then closed it, taking a few breaths then said, “Alright, but your going to be unconscious when I do it, Your body doesn't fight against me when your out of it, and it will spare you most of the pain.” Over the next hour you collected the Adamantium you had drawn from your veins over the years from the trunk in your closet, as Logan waited on your bed, preparing himself for the procedure. He glanced at the amount of Mithril you had pulled out, matching the size of the former block, but shining far brighter, as he laid back you waived your hand over his face putting him into the same state as before and slowly giving him a cut on each limb and working the Metal back into his body. Waking him again and watching as he lifted his arms again, drawing out his new claws, staring in awe at their new shine and sitting up realizing the difference in weight. “I’m lighter.” “I used the whole amount, it covered your bones better than before, your bones shouldn't break nearly as easily now. We should still do an X-ray to be sure I got it all covered.” He cut his arm from his wrist to his elbow, watching as within moments it healed, gasping, “Woah, I'm healing faster now.” The X-ray confirming that the Metal had covered him better and the scale showing he had lost half the weight from the Metal before. Thoroughly pleased with his new addition and with your skills.

Pt 3

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