Ok, I do not own any of these characters because if I was, I
would be making a lot more money that I do! Anyway, the song is from the
extended version of The Fellowship of the Ring and the setting is from
Return of the King so for those who haven't read it, or don't wanna know
anything about it, don't read it! : P Anyway, hope you like it since it is
my first fan fiction! :D
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Pippin hated himself. He was sitting in a quiet room in the Houses of Healing. The only other living thing besides himself was his cousin Merry, but he might not stay in the lands of the living for much longer. That was probably the fact that scared Pippin most.
It was only a day after Pip found his cousin wandering aimlessly on the battle field in front of Gondor. It was a horrible battle and many were killed, so Pippin was overjoyed to find his cousin there. Merry was in bad shape then, but he got worse every second. The room the two were in was completely silent except for Meriadoc's shallow and shuddering breaths. The only movements he made were the faint rise and fall of his chest.
All of the why and what if questions were eating Pippin alive. "Why did I go with Gandalf?!" Pippin thought getting angrier with himself by the second. "Why didn't I just stay with him?! If I never left this might have never happened!" "Or, what if something worse had happened, or something worse will happen! He could have been dead!" "He could still die." Pippin realized miserably.
He still sat in the chair next to Merry's bed; he had been there for a few hours and was getting cramps in his legs. Pippin stood up, stretched, and pulled his chair closer to Merry's bed. He picked up his cousins hand and held it in his two smaller ones. Perigrin held the warm hand, not the freezing cold one. Not the one that helped slay the witching. He needed to hold the warm one, just so he could prove to himself that Merry hadn't left him completely and could still come back and be his normal self.
"Merry?" Pippin whispered. He knew that he should have felt foolish about talking to someone who couldn't hear him, but he didn't. He just had to take the chance that Merry would hear him, maybe even bring him back. Without having him to talk to for, what felt like forever was horrible to Pippin and it made him feel better to feel like he was talking to him.
"Merry" he said a little louder. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm gonna keep talking anyway." He gripped at Merry's hand a little tighter, but it still remained limp. "I need to you stay here; I can't go back to the Shire without you. It just won't be the same," he whispered fighting with the tears welling up in his throat. He couldn't cry. He couldn't loose hope, he hadn't so far so why should he now? Peregrin didn't know if Merry could protect him like he used to, but Pip pushed the thought out of his mind.
Merry still made no response, and stayed as still as ever. The pain would be Pippin's own to endure.
Pippin searched his mind for a happy moment between the two. Maybe Merry would be able to hear him, and maybe be reminded of what he has to come back for. They had had so many, how hard could it be? Pip just kept getting all the angry and sad moments, but suddenly Pippin remembered one time not to long ago though it felt like an eternity.
"Do you remember the night at the Green Dragon Inn, a little before we went with Sam and Frodo on this adventure?" Peregrin felt a pang of guilt. Frodo and Samwise! He forgot about them and didn't even know whether they were still alive. Pippin continued despite his thought.
"That song we sang, I still remember all the words..." Pippin mumbled, thinking back, remembering those good times. He truly realized how much he missed the Shire.
"Hey ho to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there shall be. Many miles to go"
Pip felt the tears coming, but continued on.
"Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain"
Pippin sang, his voice cracking and the tears rising in his eyes. His vision began to get fuzzy. "And the stream that rolls from hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook"
Peregrin felt the long unshed tears run down his face, but didn't try to stop them.
"And a mug of beer inside this Took!'
Pippin hated himself. He was sitting in a quiet room in the Houses of Healing. The only other living thing besides himself was his cousin Merry, but he might not stay in the lands of the living for much longer. That was probably the fact that scared Pippin most.
It was only a day after Pip found his cousin wandering aimlessly on the battle field in front of Gondor. It was a horrible battle and many were killed, so Pippin was overjoyed to find his cousin there. Merry was in bad shape then, but he got worse every second. The room the two were in was completely silent except for Meriadoc's shallow and shuddering breaths. The only movements he made were the faint rise and fall of his chest.
All of the why and what if questions were eating Pippin alive. "Why did I go with Gandalf?!" Pippin thought getting angrier with himself by the second. "Why didn't I just stay with him?! If I never left this might have never happened!" "Or, what if something worse had happened, or something worse will happen! He could have been dead!" "He could still die." Pippin realized miserably.
He still sat in the chair next to Merry's bed; he had been there for a few hours and was getting cramps in his legs. Pippin stood up, stretched, and pulled his chair closer to Merry's bed. He picked up his cousins hand and held it in his two smaller ones. Perigrin held the warm hand, not the freezing cold one. Not the one that helped slay the witching. He needed to hold the warm one, just so he could prove to himself that Merry hadn't left him completely and could still come back and be his normal self.
"Merry?" Pippin whispered. He knew that he should have felt foolish about talking to someone who couldn't hear him, but he didn't. He just had to take the chance that Merry would hear him, maybe even bring him back. Without having him to talk to for, what felt like forever was horrible to Pippin and it made him feel better to feel like he was talking to him.
"Merry" he said a little louder. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm gonna keep talking anyway." He gripped at Merry's hand a little tighter, but it still remained limp. "I need to you stay here; I can't go back to the Shire without you. It just won't be the same," he whispered fighting with the tears welling up in his throat. He couldn't cry. He couldn't loose hope, he hadn't so far so why should he now? Peregrin didn't know if Merry could protect him like he used to, but Pip pushed the thought out of his mind.
Merry still made no response, and stayed as still as ever. The pain would be Pippin's own to endure.
Pippin searched his mind for a happy moment between the two. Maybe Merry would be able to hear him, and maybe be reminded of what he has to come back for. They had had so many, how hard could it be? Pip just kept getting all the angry and sad moments, but suddenly Pippin remembered one time not to long ago though it felt like an eternity.
"Do you remember the night at the Green Dragon Inn, a little before we went with Sam and Frodo on this adventure?" Peregrin felt a pang of guilt. Frodo and Samwise! He forgot about them and didn't even know whether they were still alive. Pippin continued despite his thought.
"That song we sang, I still remember all the words..." Pippin mumbled, thinking back, remembering those good times. He truly realized how much he missed the Shire.
"Hey ho to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there shall be. Many miles to go"
Pip felt the tears coming, but continued on.
"Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain"
Pippin sang, his voice cracking and the tears rising in his eyes. His vision began to get fuzzy. "And the stream that rolls from hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook"
Peregrin felt the long unshed tears run down his face, but didn't try to stop them.
"And a mug of beer inside this Took!'