A/N: I have decided to re-write Pippin's Fault, so I deleted it and here is the new version. I do not own any of it, except for myself. Becca and Jesse belong to themselves.
Prologue
Somewhere, unknown to our world, a group of Nine Walkers enter a dank tomb, in the middle of which lies a stone coffin. One of them, a Dwarf, sees the coffin and cries out. Written on the casing, in a strange set of Runes, were deeply graven the words:
BALIN SON OF FUNDIN
LORD OF MORIA
The Dwarf sobs for his cousin's death as the others begin to look around the tomb. A tall Wizard, dressed all in grey with a long white beard directed them to look through the stacks of books to find something on what had happened here. Two Men rummage through loose pages as four small Hobbits delve into separate piles of books.
"Oy! Gandalf! Look at this!" One of the Hobbits cries to the Wizard as he opens a large book wrapped in a black material and began reading from it. As the Wizard listens, he suddenly realises what the young Hobbit is reading. The book was filled with Dark Spells, some so dangerous that not even he would dare read from it.
"Peregrin Took! Do not read from that book!" However, it was too late, for Pippin had finished reading the passage and looked up at Gandalf as the book begins to glow with an ethereal blue light. The other Walkers look up at Gandalf's cry as the light begins to spread. Pippin looked up at them, fear in his eyes as he realises that he has messed with powers beyond his control.
"Oops…"
The light grows brighter and bigger. As it touches each member of the Fellowship, he fades out, disappearing from Middle-earth.