#danihow requests

She snapped her head up, her singing being interrupted by a knock at her door. “Just a minute!” She shouted, drying her hands in her dress as she approached to the door, three more knocks against it. “I said, give me a minute.” She muttered once she opened the door, being met with the biggest hug she has ever received. “What in the-” A small chuckle made her stop on her words.

Hold on, she knew this little chuckle. “Merry?” She whispered, pulling back enough to see his best friend’s face in front of her, not giving him a second before she hugged him back. “I was so bloody worried for you, you cannot just leave like... wait, I should be mad at you.” She pulled back again, this time with a frown all over her face.

“Uh-oh” Merry thought to himself, he knew this look in her face and he should be running by now, no, he should’ve started running long moments ago.

“Before you get mad at me-”

“Oh Merry, I’m already mad at you.” She said, a single eyebrow raised in her face while she scanned his; some already healed scratches and cut all over his features. “Really mad.” She said, closing the front door behind him and in that moment, Brandybuck knew he was screwed.

“Hey-”

“Don’t you ever dare to go away without notifying again, ever. I was so bloody worried about you. You just left without sending a letter, leaving a note; you didn’t even say goodbye or told someone where you were going? We are best friends Merry; and I did not worry the blood out of my veins for you to come back and just act like nothing happened, like you never leaved.” She interrupted, rambling months of worry and madness without taking a break to breathe between words. “Not even your family knew what happened to you. Some even though the river washed you away and you drowned! And now I’m getting out of what I wanted to say...”

“Yeah, pretty much, but y-”

“Oh I have not finished Merry Brandybuck. What in the world were you thinking when you decided to ran away with Pip?! Because it was certainly with that Took that you ran away, who else would you escape to god knows where? And after all that, you just come in my home and say-” Her words were interrupted when her friend took her hand in between his and pull her close enough to kiss her lips, the only convincing way to shut her up.

Her small hobbit hands stayed still and tensed for a few moments just before travelling to his jawline as she kissed him back with the same softness and love he was trying to express to her through that simple yet risky gesture. The kiss was simple, not too complicated or over the boundaries, still, that kiss was the very first kiss the both shared, both of them confessing to one another without words in need to be said. The kiss finished and both hobbits stood there, in shock but with happiness overflowing their systems, the blonde thought he could be dreaming again and would wake in the forest or in Gondor.

His eyes slowly opened and they danced around her features, taking in the sweet smell of her skin and the way it shined against the sun's rays that beaming past the window’s glass touched her skin with such grace she looked even angelical, like a total work of art.

“Hey, breathe.” He whispered once they pushed away from each other but still stood together, faces a few inches apart. “I missed you too.” He finally mutters, a wide smile on his face while his cheeks tainted on shades of pink like the dahlias outside her window. “It... It is really cute from you to worry about me.” He says, taking her hand again in his, his thumb slowly tracing figures in the back of her hand. “Wait... do I smell raspberry pie?” He looks around, identifying the smell from even a mile away.

“The pie!” Her eyes widen, leaving Merry’s side to rush over the kitchen. “Oh thank god it did not burnt.” She sighed with relief once the pie was out of the oven, her friend staring at her from the kitchen door. “You want some pie?”

“Of course I want pie, Y/N, when have I not wanted pie.” He smiled, sitting on the table as she made some tea, pinching his fingers in nervousness of what just happened at her front door. “About the kis-”

“I like you Merry, a lot.” She mutters, making the blonde fun-sized-man to choke on his own words.

“You do?” He says in an almost whisper, afraid he is actually dreaming, again. “I- I mean, I like you a lot too Y/N, I just didn’t think about you feeling the same way I did.”

“You actually think I would’ve kissed you back if I didn’t like you? Where is your mind Merry? I remember you were smarter. Did you hurt your head?” She playfully smiles at him, igniting butterflies inside him just as she handed a cup of tea in front of him. “By the way, you still need to tell everything that happened the last months in your ‘adventure’ or whatever that was.”

“I will, I promise.” He smiled, staring in awe at the portion of pie she handed him in a plate. “Just let me eat this first, I missed your pies a lot too.”

“Alright, but hurry, I got to help Mr. Proudfoot with his garden.” She said, sipping from her own cup of tea as she sat across him in the table.

As he practically devoured the pie in the plate in front of him the hobbit woman stared at him, still taking in that the hobbit she liked -and probably even loved- was safe, back in one piece and potentially as mad for her as she was for him.