A/n: Alright, this is my first fanfiction.net, and as you can probably
tell, the main character is going to be Pippin! Tee-hee-hee. Anyways, No
slash, or any disgusting like that. Alright, there are some things in
here, that came to mind when watching the Cast Commentary on the Extended
Version, and it is about Pippin, and it comes from Billy Boyd, so I just
thought that I should mention that before I begin, and that he is one of my
favorite actors in the whole world, and I wouldn't mind sitting down and
just having a long chat with him!
Disclaimer: All the characters, so far belong to JRR Tolkien, and I own absolutely nothing, except the plot, I think, I think too much, now I'll start, sorry to keep you waiting!
One last thing: When reviewing, please tell me exactly what you think, I'll have a giant fire hose ready for any flames, but Constructive Criticism is always welcome!
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Chapter 1: No Control
Night fell quickly over the deserted path where the Fellowship had stopped to rest for the evening. Sorrow and despair filled their hearts, for Gandalf had fallen into the depths of Moria with the Balrog, only the previous day.
Soon after lying down, Frodo, Sam and Pippin fell asleep, from exhaustion, leaving the rest of the Fellowship to talk in the light of the evening's full moon.
"The little one," said Boromir "Is really beginning to scare me!"
"You mean Pippin?" asked Merry.
"Yes, hasn't been acting like himself lately, acting quite oddly."
"Oddly as in what?" asked Legolas.
"Not himself, feeling down, missing home. It looks to me as though he is suffering from an invisible illness." explained Boromir.
"Now that you mention that, it is scaring me too," added Merry, "I've known Pippin nearly his entire life, and he has never acted like this before."
"Yes," said Gimli, "But, I do not believe that it is homesickness that plagues him."
"What else do you think could do this?" asked Aragorn.
"Gandalf was like a father to him," explained Gimli, "And it was as though he lost his father when we lost him in Moria."
"I knew it!" said Merry, "He was too young to come along. I should have left him in Rivendell, and sent him home."
"Yet, he has fared tremendously well, seeing that he has seen things and lived through things, that most in the Shire could only imagine," Boromir pointed out, "Still, he carries a great burden, just like Frodo."
"What do you mean?" asked Aragorn,
"Not only does he miss the Shire, but he is constantly fighting with himself. He wants to run, run back to the Shire, and leave this nightmare behind him. Yet, at the same time, he urges himself to go on, to keep going, and to help Frodo in any way that he can. He tells me things, the dreams he has at night, his goals for the future. He once told me that doing this was like being in a dream, but you can't wake up. When he was younger, he always wanted to go on an adventure like Frodo's uncle would always be telling stories about, and now he is going to have his own story to tell everyone." explained Boromir.
"Yes, I remember that we, we being me, Pip and Frodo, would always pretend that we were outsmarting trolls or battling dragons. But, now that we're living it, is harder and scarier than we would have ever thought." said Merry, trying to hold back a yawn.
"Getting tired, little one?" asked Legolas, "You should get some rest, all of you, I'll take first watch. You all look like you could use some rest. Goodnight."
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A/n: OK, this isn't it, but this is like in the movie, when Saruman is doing his narrating the story, talking to no one. No, this isn't a movie fic, it is based on the books, but this just fits better. If it offends you in any way, I apologize ahead of time.
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"I will start it tonight, and good thing that Gandalf is not there to protect him. Without him, he is fair game to fall under my spell," said Saruman, to no one in particular, "This is my most fool proof plan yet. I already have some control over him."
Saruman walked over to his balcony, "Without Gandalf there, they won't know what hit him."
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Pippin slowly opened his eyes, and noticed that the sun hadn't yet risen, and it was still extremely dark, and that everyone was still asleep.
"Pippin," he heard a small voice whisper. He got up and gazed around the campsite, "Pippin," he heard it again.
"Who's there?" asked Pippin softly.
"An old friend, you can say," answered the voice.
"What?" asked Pippin, a little louder, gazing around once more.
"You're looking at things the wrong way. Look inside, not outside."
"You again?" whispered Pippin, "Do you not think that you have mocked me enough? I'm going back to sleep."
"I don't think so!" shouted the voice. Pippin felt a pain like a hot iron, surging through his head. "I have control over you, the more you fight me, the more pain you feel."
"Now," said the voice, in a calmer, softer tone, "Look at Frodo." Pippin, not wanting to have this mysterious being hurt him anymore, listened. He scanned the lying masses all around him, and right next to him, was Frodo. His laid peacefully, but the look on his face told Pippin that his poor cousin was having another nightmare. That was when he noticed, that Frodo's right arm was outstretched. And there, lying in his open hand was a shiny, gold ring.
"Take it!" commanded the voice.
"No!" said Pippin, "It is not mine to take! It belongs to Frodo!"
"TAKE IT!" the voice demanded. Pippin fell to the ground, the pain was unbearable. A burning sensation coursed through his body, it felt like his entire body was on fire. Then it stopped.
"I will not!" protested Pippin, but his body was doing otherwise. His hand reached out, and was slowly moving towards the ring. "NO!" he shouted, only no words came out.
Suddenly, Pippin's arm snapped back. "You are strong little one, very strong, but I am still stronger. Now take it, TAKE THE RING!"
Pippin's arm stretched out, and his fingers wrapped tightly around the ring. "Who are you and why are you doing this to me?"
"Run!" commanded the voice, "Run to me, bring to ring to me, and do not stop until I tell you to!"
"NO!" protest Pippin, but he felt himself slowly sneaking away from the Fellowship and then once he was far enough away, breaking into a dead sprint.
Pippin suddenly realized that he has no control over his actions. No control over his life. Meaning, that whoever this person was, he had total control over his body. But, he still had control over his thoughts, seeing as he could try to fight this person, yet he had not enough strength to over power him.
Pippin knew a lot, but there was one thing that he did not know who was doing this to him. Little did he know that he had fallen under the dark spell of Saruman.
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A/n: On the count of three. One-two-three, "Aw! Poor Pippin! Is he gonna be OK?" Can I answer this question. I can, but that would give away the plot. Chapter two will be up soon. I am almost done writing it, but it will only be posted if I get feedback from you guys, so please review! I'll be really happy of you do!! Tee-hee-hee! OK, I decided that I will end each final Author's Note, with a funny quote from Lord of the Rings, so please enjoy.
"You can't double tig a teg." ~Billy Boyd on the game "Teg", found in the Extended Version of the Lord of the Rings, on the first disk, on the Cast Commentary.
Cya!
Disclaimer: All the characters, so far belong to JRR Tolkien, and I own absolutely nothing, except the plot, I think, I think too much, now I'll start, sorry to keep you waiting!
One last thing: When reviewing, please tell me exactly what you think, I'll have a giant fire hose ready for any flames, but Constructive Criticism is always welcome!
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Chapter 1: No Control
Night fell quickly over the deserted path where the Fellowship had stopped to rest for the evening. Sorrow and despair filled their hearts, for Gandalf had fallen into the depths of Moria with the Balrog, only the previous day.
Soon after lying down, Frodo, Sam and Pippin fell asleep, from exhaustion, leaving the rest of the Fellowship to talk in the light of the evening's full moon.
"The little one," said Boromir "Is really beginning to scare me!"
"You mean Pippin?" asked Merry.
"Yes, hasn't been acting like himself lately, acting quite oddly."
"Oddly as in what?" asked Legolas.
"Not himself, feeling down, missing home. It looks to me as though he is suffering from an invisible illness." explained Boromir.
"Now that you mention that, it is scaring me too," added Merry, "I've known Pippin nearly his entire life, and he has never acted like this before."
"Yes," said Gimli, "But, I do not believe that it is homesickness that plagues him."
"What else do you think could do this?" asked Aragorn.
"Gandalf was like a father to him," explained Gimli, "And it was as though he lost his father when we lost him in Moria."
"I knew it!" said Merry, "He was too young to come along. I should have left him in Rivendell, and sent him home."
"Yet, he has fared tremendously well, seeing that he has seen things and lived through things, that most in the Shire could only imagine," Boromir pointed out, "Still, he carries a great burden, just like Frodo."
"What do you mean?" asked Aragorn,
"Not only does he miss the Shire, but he is constantly fighting with himself. He wants to run, run back to the Shire, and leave this nightmare behind him. Yet, at the same time, he urges himself to go on, to keep going, and to help Frodo in any way that he can. He tells me things, the dreams he has at night, his goals for the future. He once told me that doing this was like being in a dream, but you can't wake up. When he was younger, he always wanted to go on an adventure like Frodo's uncle would always be telling stories about, and now he is going to have his own story to tell everyone." explained Boromir.
"Yes, I remember that we, we being me, Pip and Frodo, would always pretend that we were outsmarting trolls or battling dragons. But, now that we're living it, is harder and scarier than we would have ever thought." said Merry, trying to hold back a yawn.
"Getting tired, little one?" asked Legolas, "You should get some rest, all of you, I'll take first watch. You all look like you could use some rest. Goodnight."
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A/n: OK, this isn't it, but this is like in the movie, when Saruman is doing his narrating the story, talking to no one. No, this isn't a movie fic, it is based on the books, but this just fits better. If it offends you in any way, I apologize ahead of time.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------
"I will start it tonight, and good thing that Gandalf is not there to protect him. Without him, he is fair game to fall under my spell," said Saruman, to no one in particular, "This is my most fool proof plan yet. I already have some control over him."
Saruman walked over to his balcony, "Without Gandalf there, they won't know what hit him."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------
Pippin slowly opened his eyes, and noticed that the sun hadn't yet risen, and it was still extremely dark, and that everyone was still asleep.
"Pippin," he heard a small voice whisper. He got up and gazed around the campsite, "Pippin," he heard it again.
"Who's there?" asked Pippin softly.
"An old friend, you can say," answered the voice.
"What?" asked Pippin, a little louder, gazing around once more.
"You're looking at things the wrong way. Look inside, not outside."
"You again?" whispered Pippin, "Do you not think that you have mocked me enough? I'm going back to sleep."
"I don't think so!" shouted the voice. Pippin felt a pain like a hot iron, surging through his head. "I have control over you, the more you fight me, the more pain you feel."
"Now," said the voice, in a calmer, softer tone, "Look at Frodo." Pippin, not wanting to have this mysterious being hurt him anymore, listened. He scanned the lying masses all around him, and right next to him, was Frodo. His laid peacefully, but the look on his face told Pippin that his poor cousin was having another nightmare. That was when he noticed, that Frodo's right arm was outstretched. And there, lying in his open hand was a shiny, gold ring.
"Take it!" commanded the voice.
"No!" said Pippin, "It is not mine to take! It belongs to Frodo!"
"TAKE IT!" the voice demanded. Pippin fell to the ground, the pain was unbearable. A burning sensation coursed through his body, it felt like his entire body was on fire. Then it stopped.
"I will not!" protested Pippin, but his body was doing otherwise. His hand reached out, and was slowly moving towards the ring. "NO!" he shouted, only no words came out.
Suddenly, Pippin's arm snapped back. "You are strong little one, very strong, but I am still stronger. Now take it, TAKE THE RING!"
Pippin's arm stretched out, and his fingers wrapped tightly around the ring. "Who are you and why are you doing this to me?"
"Run!" commanded the voice, "Run to me, bring to ring to me, and do not stop until I tell you to!"
"NO!" protest Pippin, but he felt himself slowly sneaking away from the Fellowship and then once he was far enough away, breaking into a dead sprint.
Pippin suddenly realized that he has no control over his actions. No control over his life. Meaning, that whoever this person was, he had total control over his body. But, he still had control over his thoughts, seeing as he could try to fight this person, yet he had not enough strength to over power him.
Pippin knew a lot, but there was one thing that he did not know who was doing this to him. Little did he know that he had fallen under the dark spell of Saruman.
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A/n: On the count of three. One-two-three, "Aw! Poor Pippin! Is he gonna be OK?" Can I answer this question. I can, but that would give away the plot. Chapter two will be up soon. I am almost done writing it, but it will only be posted if I get feedback from you guys, so please review! I'll be really happy of you do!! Tee-hee-hee! OK, I decided that I will end each final Author's Note, with a funny quote from Lord of the Rings, so please enjoy.
"You can't double tig a teg." ~Billy Boyd on the game "Teg", found in the Extended Version of the Lord of the Rings, on the first disk, on the Cast Commentary.
Cya!