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Chapter 2: With Pippin and Daydreaming
"So... how exactly do you know who I am?" Pippin asked.
"Oh, well...." I started, and then Ali nudged me. I turned to her and whispered, "What?"
Ali cleared her throat and said to Pippin, "We just do, don't ask. Let's just say we're from the future... and in the future there is a book made about you and the whole Fellowship."
Pippin looked confused, but said, "Okay, so you know about everything? Why I'm here and what's happening to Frodo, Sam, and..." he sighed wistfully, "Merry?"
"Yes, we do, but according to Rule 678 in the Mary-Sue handbook, we're not allowed to tell you what is happening or what WILL happen," I replied.
Pippin started to say something, but just then, the door we had come through to get to the garden opened and Gandalf stepped through. He looked at us and blinked.
"If my eyes do not deceive me, I see two ladies... wearing pants! My my, the things some ladies these days do..." Gandalf said.
"Oh, shut up, you great oaf of a wizard," Ali said.
"Calm down, Ali, remember, this is Middle Earth and its centuries ago, before the dinosaurs! Women didn't wear pants then," I said.
"Oh, spare the Social Studies lesson," Ali said, rolling her eyes.
Gandalf blinked again and proclaimed, "A language I have yet to learn! You must teach me, young ladies."
I sighed. "Umm...so could we get back to the story here?"
Gandalf blinked AGAIN. Then he seemed to refocus. "My mind seems to wander these days. I think old age is getting the better of me. Well, I do believe I came to fetch you, Pippin. The Steward of Gondor wishes to see you."
Pippin looked nervous. "Can they come with me?" he asked, indicating me and Ali.
Gandalf looked into each of our eyes. As he stared into mine, I had the strangest feeling that he was reading my mind, searching my memories. Uh-oh, that meant he would know about the time in kindergarten when I slapped a boy, and all of those crushes I'd had! Horrified, I looked away, but he smiled. "Neither are spies, strange though their thoughts are, it's as if they understand what will happen..." Gandalf murmured. "They may go in with you."
Ali and I looked at each other, and I could see that she was as relieved as I was that we had passed the test. Gandalf opened the door again, and beckoned to us. Pippin, Ali, and I walked in and through the hall we had gone through to get to the garden. We walked up many flights of stairs and we marveled at the pictures on the walls of the Last Alliance (the war when Sauron was defeated a long time ago). There was one picture of a tall blonde elf looking intense who looked strangely enough like... well, let's just say Ali was drooling over the picture and I had to drag her away from it.
We finally reached a set of doors that was heavily guarded by...well, guards. They nodded at Gandalf and opened the doors. We stepped inside, and Ali and I gaped. It was a huge room with large windows that had a beautiful view of the mountains outside. There was a wide aisle down the middle which led up to an altar, where Denethor was sitting on a chair that looked fit for a king. Anyone who didn't know that Aragorn was supposed to be the king would've thought that Denethor was.
Gandalf led us up the aisle, and said to Denethor, "Here is the halfling you wish to speak to."
Denethor looked at us. "Who are the other two?" he asked.
"Friends of the halfling. Do not worry, they are not spies," Gandalf responded.
Denethor nodded. "I will trust them for now." Then he beckoned at Pippin to come closer. "You knew Boromir?" he asked.
Pippin bowed and looked up. "Yes, I knew Boromir. He was one of my company."
At this point, I will not go into detail about the whole story. Basically, Pippin surrendered his service to Denethor and was approved. Denethor asked many questions about Boromir, which Pippin answered patiently. But there was someone who wasn't very patient, and she was standing right next to me.
Ali started to squirm about ten minutes into the conversation. I stared at her and whispered fiercely, "Stop squirming, Ali!"
She glared at me. "I can't help it, I mean, I'm a Leo. Leo's are NOT known for their patience." she said.
I searched my mind for something that would keep her occupied. "Why don't you think about what'll happen when we get to meet good ol' Leggy (aka Legolas)?" I suggested.
She smiled and after that, was quiet. I don't even want to know where her mind went after that. Somewhere very private I'm guessing... maybe including a bed? Alright, let's not go to that Rated R stuff....
The meeting was finally over and we finally left the room, Ali still looking starry eyed. I waved my hand in front of her face and snapped my fingers. She didn't even blink. She was like a robot, she just followed us everywhere but her mind...I had no idea where that was.
Pippin looked more dignified now, not the same as he had been when he'd gone into the room. Strange how meeting one person can change your life forever...
We were just about to go hang out with Pippin and talk to him about what our home town was about, when Gandalf pulled us aside to talk to us. "I know that this is sudden, but what I am about to tell you now is very important. What I saw in your eyes is very interesting, for me it tells the future, yet for you it tells just a little tale told long ago. I fear that with the fall of middle earth, if I am to live to see that day, and I hope I won't, that day were middle earth will become just a tale. For me that will bring hard grief, for I have grief for what I saw in your eyes. I might have a plan that will prevent this from happening, but you both play a leading role in it. I need to know from you if you are willing to help me save middle earth, or watch it crumble before our very eyes. I fear for Aragorn, he has been troubled lately, and I feel grief toward some big decision that he may come across. So, since you two know what will happen to middle earth, I'm sending you to be with Aragorn. He needs your help more than Pippin or I. Alright?"
"What about Frodo and Sam, shouldn't one of us go with them?" I asked.
"I guess you're right, which one of you would like to go with Frodo and Sam?" Gandalf said nodding his head at my comment.
"Her," Ali said as fast as she could, and gave me the evil eye just in case I changed by mind about Frodo (which would never happen).
"Yeah, I'll go." I said, looking back at Gandalf who was shocked at the quickness Ali said "her."
"Alright, goodbye and good luck," Gandalf said.
Suddenly, the earth seemed to shake and Ali screamed, seemingly shocked out of her daydreaming. Her screaming grew fainter and fainter until I could her it no more, and I knew I wouldn't be seeing her for a really long time. I coughed as a mist surrounded me and had the strangest feeling of traveling a long distance in a short time. Then I thudded to the floor.
Chapter 2: With Pippin and Daydreaming
"So... how exactly do you know who I am?" Pippin asked.
"Oh, well...." I started, and then Ali nudged me. I turned to her and whispered, "What?"
Ali cleared her throat and said to Pippin, "We just do, don't ask. Let's just say we're from the future... and in the future there is a book made about you and the whole Fellowship."
Pippin looked confused, but said, "Okay, so you know about everything? Why I'm here and what's happening to Frodo, Sam, and..." he sighed wistfully, "Merry?"
"Yes, we do, but according to Rule 678 in the Mary-Sue handbook, we're not allowed to tell you what is happening or what WILL happen," I replied.
Pippin started to say something, but just then, the door we had come through to get to the garden opened and Gandalf stepped through. He looked at us and blinked.
"If my eyes do not deceive me, I see two ladies... wearing pants! My my, the things some ladies these days do..." Gandalf said.
"Oh, shut up, you great oaf of a wizard," Ali said.
"Calm down, Ali, remember, this is Middle Earth and its centuries ago, before the dinosaurs! Women didn't wear pants then," I said.
"Oh, spare the Social Studies lesson," Ali said, rolling her eyes.
Gandalf blinked again and proclaimed, "A language I have yet to learn! You must teach me, young ladies."
I sighed. "Umm...so could we get back to the story here?"
Gandalf blinked AGAIN. Then he seemed to refocus. "My mind seems to wander these days. I think old age is getting the better of me. Well, I do believe I came to fetch you, Pippin. The Steward of Gondor wishes to see you."
Pippin looked nervous. "Can they come with me?" he asked, indicating me and Ali.
Gandalf looked into each of our eyes. As he stared into mine, I had the strangest feeling that he was reading my mind, searching my memories. Uh-oh, that meant he would know about the time in kindergarten when I slapped a boy, and all of those crushes I'd had! Horrified, I looked away, but he smiled. "Neither are spies, strange though their thoughts are, it's as if they understand what will happen..." Gandalf murmured. "They may go in with you."
Ali and I looked at each other, and I could see that she was as relieved as I was that we had passed the test. Gandalf opened the door again, and beckoned to us. Pippin, Ali, and I walked in and through the hall we had gone through to get to the garden. We walked up many flights of stairs and we marveled at the pictures on the walls of the Last Alliance (the war when Sauron was defeated a long time ago). There was one picture of a tall blonde elf looking intense who looked strangely enough like... well, let's just say Ali was drooling over the picture and I had to drag her away from it.
We finally reached a set of doors that was heavily guarded by...well, guards. They nodded at Gandalf and opened the doors. We stepped inside, and Ali and I gaped. It was a huge room with large windows that had a beautiful view of the mountains outside. There was a wide aisle down the middle which led up to an altar, where Denethor was sitting on a chair that looked fit for a king. Anyone who didn't know that Aragorn was supposed to be the king would've thought that Denethor was.
Gandalf led us up the aisle, and said to Denethor, "Here is the halfling you wish to speak to."
Denethor looked at us. "Who are the other two?" he asked.
"Friends of the halfling. Do not worry, they are not spies," Gandalf responded.
Denethor nodded. "I will trust them for now." Then he beckoned at Pippin to come closer. "You knew Boromir?" he asked.
Pippin bowed and looked up. "Yes, I knew Boromir. He was one of my company."
At this point, I will not go into detail about the whole story. Basically, Pippin surrendered his service to Denethor and was approved. Denethor asked many questions about Boromir, which Pippin answered patiently. But there was someone who wasn't very patient, and she was standing right next to me.
Ali started to squirm about ten minutes into the conversation. I stared at her and whispered fiercely, "Stop squirming, Ali!"
She glared at me. "I can't help it, I mean, I'm a Leo. Leo's are NOT known for their patience." she said.
I searched my mind for something that would keep her occupied. "Why don't you think about what'll happen when we get to meet good ol' Leggy (aka Legolas)?" I suggested.
She smiled and after that, was quiet. I don't even want to know where her mind went after that. Somewhere very private I'm guessing... maybe including a bed? Alright, let's not go to that Rated R stuff....
The meeting was finally over and we finally left the room, Ali still looking starry eyed. I waved my hand in front of her face and snapped my fingers. She didn't even blink. She was like a robot, she just followed us everywhere but her mind...I had no idea where that was.
Pippin looked more dignified now, not the same as he had been when he'd gone into the room. Strange how meeting one person can change your life forever...
We were just about to go hang out with Pippin and talk to him about what our home town was about, when Gandalf pulled us aside to talk to us. "I know that this is sudden, but what I am about to tell you now is very important. What I saw in your eyes is very interesting, for me it tells the future, yet for you it tells just a little tale told long ago. I fear that with the fall of middle earth, if I am to live to see that day, and I hope I won't, that day were middle earth will become just a tale. For me that will bring hard grief, for I have grief for what I saw in your eyes. I might have a plan that will prevent this from happening, but you both play a leading role in it. I need to know from you if you are willing to help me save middle earth, or watch it crumble before our very eyes. I fear for Aragorn, he has been troubled lately, and I feel grief toward some big decision that he may come across. So, since you two know what will happen to middle earth, I'm sending you to be with Aragorn. He needs your help more than Pippin or I. Alright?"
"What about Frodo and Sam, shouldn't one of us go with them?" I asked.
"I guess you're right, which one of you would like to go with Frodo and Sam?" Gandalf said nodding his head at my comment.
"Her," Ali said as fast as she could, and gave me the evil eye just in case I changed by mind about Frodo (which would never happen).
"Yeah, I'll go." I said, looking back at Gandalf who was shocked at the quickness Ali said "her."
"Alright, goodbye and good luck," Gandalf said.
Suddenly, the earth seemed to shake and Ali screamed, seemingly shocked out of her daydreaming. Her screaming grew fainter and fainter until I could her it no more, and I knew I wouldn't be seeing her for a really long time. I coughed as a mist surrounded me and had the strangest feeling of traveling a long distance in a short time. Then I thudded to the floor.