THE SPARKLING DIAMOND
This is it, my faithful reviewers. The last chapter. As an answer to Knight Kiwi's question: I warned you about this chapter because, the less people who read it, the less people I will have hunting me down to beat into a coma.but still, I must write for those rebels, like me, who will ignore the authors notes and read the story anyways.
I WILL WARN YOU FOR THE LAST TIME
THIS CHAPTER IS NOT PLEASANT AND I RECOMMEND THAT YOU DON'T READ IT AND KEEP THE NOTION IN YOUR HEAD THAT THE LAST CHAPTER WAS THE HAPPY FAIRY TALE ENDING.
(My last time saying this too, as it was starting to irritate me) On with the fic!
THE SPARKLING DIAMOND
DIAMOND
I was sitting at the table in the small, but very efficient library in my home, copying books for the library in Hobbiton that would be opened to the public shortly. That is all Pippin will let me do for the past seven months, especially now, when the baby will be due in days, maybe even hours.
PIPPIN
I was sitting at the table in Bag End, listening to a speech of Sam's about what should be done about the young hobbits that were stealing crops which could be described as tedious, dull or boring or many other words that describe a time when you want to lay your head down at the table and sleep. I heard Rosie rush in from the front door. " Pippin! Its Diamond! She is going to have the baby!" I, who was leaning back on the chair with my feet on the table, had fallen completely backwards at the news. I took no notice of the rest of the council laughing at me, as I ran out the door to my cottage. As I slammed the door behind me I called out " DIAMOND?" "PIPPIN!" I heard her scream from the library. She was sprawled on the floor with many women in chaos swarming about her, trying to pick her up and move her to the bed. It was an easy job for me, since I was almost twice a normal hobbits stature thanks to the enthouse water. I laid her gently on the bed and finally, my uncomfortable chair came of use as I sat by the bedside and held her hand tightly.
DIAMOND I knew I would make it, as long as Pippin were there, but the older women shooed him out, telling him that he was distracting me, leaving me alone in a hazed and painful realm I had suddenly slipped into. Minutes and hours flew by in a torrent of pain, screams and tears of joy and immense pain. Thirty-six hours of sleepless horror.
PIPPIN
A day and a half I spent outside of our room pacing, sitting, thinking, eating and all the while being anxious when I heard a small cry, that wasn't Diamond's. Poking my head through the door, I watched as they laid a little bundle in Diamond's arms and pulled me into the door. She was smiling even though she looked absolutely terrible. I took my place on the wicker chair. " It's a boy " she said happily and laid him in my arms. For those few moments my heart stopped in pure joy and wonder. He looked at me with my eyes and my grin, but when he grabbed my finger with Diamonds delicate hands and strong grip, my heart melted to pieces. " What are we going to name him?" I asked. "Why don't you name him?" she said softly. " We should both name him though," I said, but her eyes slid out of focus. My mind went back to the war, and faramir. " Faramir." I breathed. " We could name him that"I told her. Her eyes were still slid from reality. " That's fine" The little Faramir drifted off to sleep in my arms, which finally confirmed my thoughts. I had fallen in love all over again. One of the midwives took him and put him in a bassinet. Diamond was still lost somewhere in thought, but her eyes were filling with tears. " Are you still in pain?" I asked stroking her hair. " Im dying pippin" she said softly. I was oblivious. " No you're not." I said in complete denial. " The nurses said I lost too much blood. Im going to die" she said woefully. I clutched her shaking, cold hands in mine. " No. NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" I almost shrieked, tears coming. She stifled a sob, and her eyes watered. " I don't want to hurt you anymore" she breathed and began talking about times past. She told me about our wedding, and we laughed about our wedding night, and how miserable we were when she made me sleep in a chair. We recalled the many moonlit picnics, remembered the daytime walks and lamented each and every kiss we had shared for the year and a half we loved. My heart raced when I ran out of stories and memories. It was as though she was hallucinating people, pacing in our room, and she watched them as if they existed in this realm. " DON'T LET GO OF ME PIPPIN! PLEASE!" she screamed, terrified. I held her tighter and wept. " Don't leave me here diamond." I sobbed into her hair. " Im not leaving you Pippin. Not ever. I will always be here." She said putting her hand on my heart as she accepted her fate. I would not accept. " I have nothing to live for. Only you! Don't leave me please!" I said softly kissing her, our tears mixing on her face. " If you cant live for me anymore, live for Faramir. Be strong for him and do not dwell on me Pippin do not dwell on me. Do you hear me? Do not.." Diamond screamed in pain again and her body convulsed. Her breathing became short and rapid, as she forced herself to stay alive. She grabbed my arm. " Write our story Pippin.in my journal. Read my journal and write our story. Promise me you will. PROMISE ME!" " I promise. I promise" I sobbed. Then she pulled me close and gave me what would be our very last kiss. " I love you, " I said. " I love you Pippin. Don't let go of me!" So I held her close as her body shuddered, as she drew her last breath and vanished from my midst forever. I sobbed over her cold limp form for what seemed eternity, until I ran over her words once more, our last conversation that echoed in my head. ' Live for Faramir. Do not dwell on me.' She said. I carried her in my arms, up to that hill, with the wildflowers that grew in patches, where I had first kissed her. She had loved to go there in the night. So I buried her where we had had many picnics and memories stained there forevermore. Trudging back to the empty, cold cottage, through my misery, I heard Faramir whimpering. Picking him up in my arms, he quieted once more, I stared at him with tears. He stared back with matching, curious eyes. I then realized it would be nearly impossible to raise a child on my own. In my own fairy tale, I would have told you that Diamond had lived, that we were in love until our dying day. The truth is, we were. Diamond bade me to write the gory truth. The heart wretching reality that, not everything is like a fairy tale. I bid you now, to always live in your Fairy tale. The best way to live is to imagine. Imagine. In a fairy tale I would tell you I got to live. I would tell you that the ring never existed, that I never left the Shire, that Diamond and I were in love on our wedding day, and that we had many more children. This is not a fairy tale, and Diamond would have wanted us all to accept that.
Written by Peregrin Took
A/N: I DON'T EXPECT YOU TO BE PLEASED. IN FACT, I ONLY EXPECT OUTRAGED FANS TO BE CHARGING DOWN MY DOOR IN THE DURATION OF THE NEXT FEW WEEKS. IF, FOR SOME REASON, YOU THOUGHT THE STORY WAS GOOD, WELL WRITTEN OR PLEASANT IN ANY WAY, THE SEQUELS NAME WILL BE 'Raising the child of a Diamond,' AND IT WILL BE POSTED BY TUEDAY AT THE MOST, PROBABLY SOONER THOUGH. I AM SO SORRY MY DEAREST PIPPIN FANS. YOU ARE FREE TO HUNT ME DOWN AND STRANGLE ME.
PLEASE R/R
This is it, my faithful reviewers. The last chapter. As an answer to Knight Kiwi's question: I warned you about this chapter because, the less people who read it, the less people I will have hunting me down to beat into a coma.but still, I must write for those rebels, like me, who will ignore the authors notes and read the story anyways.
I WILL WARN YOU FOR THE LAST TIME
THIS CHAPTER IS NOT PLEASANT AND I RECOMMEND THAT YOU DON'T READ IT AND KEEP THE NOTION IN YOUR HEAD THAT THE LAST CHAPTER WAS THE HAPPY FAIRY TALE ENDING.
(My last time saying this too, as it was starting to irritate me) On with the fic!
THE SPARKLING DIAMOND
DIAMOND
I was sitting at the table in the small, but very efficient library in my home, copying books for the library in Hobbiton that would be opened to the public shortly. That is all Pippin will let me do for the past seven months, especially now, when the baby will be due in days, maybe even hours.
PIPPIN
I was sitting at the table in Bag End, listening to a speech of Sam's about what should be done about the young hobbits that were stealing crops which could be described as tedious, dull or boring or many other words that describe a time when you want to lay your head down at the table and sleep. I heard Rosie rush in from the front door. " Pippin! Its Diamond! She is going to have the baby!" I, who was leaning back on the chair with my feet on the table, had fallen completely backwards at the news. I took no notice of the rest of the council laughing at me, as I ran out the door to my cottage. As I slammed the door behind me I called out " DIAMOND?" "PIPPIN!" I heard her scream from the library. She was sprawled on the floor with many women in chaos swarming about her, trying to pick her up and move her to the bed. It was an easy job for me, since I was almost twice a normal hobbits stature thanks to the enthouse water. I laid her gently on the bed and finally, my uncomfortable chair came of use as I sat by the bedside and held her hand tightly.
DIAMOND I knew I would make it, as long as Pippin were there, but the older women shooed him out, telling him that he was distracting me, leaving me alone in a hazed and painful realm I had suddenly slipped into. Minutes and hours flew by in a torrent of pain, screams and tears of joy and immense pain. Thirty-six hours of sleepless horror.
PIPPIN
A day and a half I spent outside of our room pacing, sitting, thinking, eating and all the while being anxious when I heard a small cry, that wasn't Diamond's. Poking my head through the door, I watched as they laid a little bundle in Diamond's arms and pulled me into the door. She was smiling even though she looked absolutely terrible. I took my place on the wicker chair. " It's a boy " she said happily and laid him in my arms. For those few moments my heart stopped in pure joy and wonder. He looked at me with my eyes and my grin, but when he grabbed my finger with Diamonds delicate hands and strong grip, my heart melted to pieces. " What are we going to name him?" I asked. "Why don't you name him?" she said softly. " We should both name him though," I said, but her eyes slid out of focus. My mind went back to the war, and faramir. " Faramir." I breathed. " We could name him that"I told her. Her eyes were still slid from reality. " That's fine" The little Faramir drifted off to sleep in my arms, which finally confirmed my thoughts. I had fallen in love all over again. One of the midwives took him and put him in a bassinet. Diamond was still lost somewhere in thought, but her eyes were filling with tears. " Are you still in pain?" I asked stroking her hair. " Im dying pippin" she said softly. I was oblivious. " No you're not." I said in complete denial. " The nurses said I lost too much blood. Im going to die" she said woefully. I clutched her shaking, cold hands in mine. " No. NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" I almost shrieked, tears coming. She stifled a sob, and her eyes watered. " I don't want to hurt you anymore" she breathed and began talking about times past. She told me about our wedding, and we laughed about our wedding night, and how miserable we were when she made me sleep in a chair. We recalled the many moonlit picnics, remembered the daytime walks and lamented each and every kiss we had shared for the year and a half we loved. My heart raced when I ran out of stories and memories. It was as though she was hallucinating people, pacing in our room, and she watched them as if they existed in this realm. " DON'T LET GO OF ME PIPPIN! PLEASE!" she screamed, terrified. I held her tighter and wept. " Don't leave me here diamond." I sobbed into her hair. " Im not leaving you Pippin. Not ever. I will always be here." She said putting her hand on my heart as she accepted her fate. I would not accept. " I have nothing to live for. Only you! Don't leave me please!" I said softly kissing her, our tears mixing on her face. " If you cant live for me anymore, live for Faramir. Be strong for him and do not dwell on me Pippin do not dwell on me. Do you hear me? Do not.." Diamond screamed in pain again and her body convulsed. Her breathing became short and rapid, as she forced herself to stay alive. She grabbed my arm. " Write our story Pippin.in my journal. Read my journal and write our story. Promise me you will. PROMISE ME!" " I promise. I promise" I sobbed. Then she pulled me close and gave me what would be our very last kiss. " I love you, " I said. " I love you Pippin. Don't let go of me!" So I held her close as her body shuddered, as she drew her last breath and vanished from my midst forever. I sobbed over her cold limp form for what seemed eternity, until I ran over her words once more, our last conversation that echoed in my head. ' Live for Faramir. Do not dwell on me.' She said. I carried her in my arms, up to that hill, with the wildflowers that grew in patches, where I had first kissed her. She had loved to go there in the night. So I buried her where we had had many picnics and memories stained there forevermore. Trudging back to the empty, cold cottage, through my misery, I heard Faramir whimpering. Picking him up in my arms, he quieted once more, I stared at him with tears. He stared back with matching, curious eyes. I then realized it would be nearly impossible to raise a child on my own. In my own fairy tale, I would have told you that Diamond had lived, that we were in love until our dying day. The truth is, we were. Diamond bade me to write the gory truth. The heart wretching reality that, not everything is like a fairy tale. I bid you now, to always live in your Fairy tale. The best way to live is to imagine. Imagine. In a fairy tale I would tell you I got to live. I would tell you that the ring never existed, that I never left the Shire, that Diamond and I were in love on our wedding day, and that we had many more children. This is not a fairy tale, and Diamond would have wanted us all to accept that.
Written by Peregrin Took
A/N: I DON'T EXPECT YOU TO BE PLEASED. IN FACT, I ONLY EXPECT OUTRAGED FANS TO BE CHARGING DOWN MY DOOR IN THE DURATION OF THE NEXT FEW WEEKS. IF, FOR SOME REASON, YOU THOUGHT THE STORY WAS GOOD, WELL WRITTEN OR PLEASANT IN ANY WAY, THE SEQUELS NAME WILL BE 'Raising the child of a Diamond,' AND IT WILL BE POSTED BY TUEDAY AT THE MOST, PROBABLY SOONER THOUGH. I AM SO SORRY MY DEAREST PIPPIN FANS. YOU ARE FREE TO HUNT ME DOWN AND STRANGLE ME.
PLEASE R/R