A small ray of hope.
Pippin was healing. It had been just over a week since I'd brought him back. He was certainly on the mend. His bruises were healing and his confidence was growing. I was told to go to the market-we needed a few vegetables for tonight's dinner. I opened Pippin's door slightly and looked in. He was lent over writing something in an old brown note-book.
"Pip?" I asked, stepping in.
Surprised, he looked up, and then quickly closed the book.
"What have you got there?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"Nothing." He replied softly.
I sat down on the bed and tilted my head slightly.
"Oh, come on! I saw you writing. Show me what you've got!" I prompted in a teasing way.
Pippin half-shook his head, but then seemed to have a change of heart.
"Promise you won't laugh." He said.
I nodded.
"I promise I won't laugh." I replied.
He nodded slightly and then paged through until he got to his latest entry. He handed me the book.
"Its something I wrote for you. I wasn't going to let you know of it until after all of this is over. Anyway, you can read it now." He said gently.
I let my eyes scan over what he'd written. It was beautiful. It was titled:
Summer's that have been.
In summers that have been, I can see a different green, A different shade among the glade, When you were there with me.
I saw the clouds of wisp and fair, The light warm breeze upon your hair, A river so clear, a river so free, When you were standing there with me.
A final day there is to last, Before the summer comes to pass, And there's so much that I have seen In the summers that have been.
But still I'm here and I will see, The different shades, the different trees, And as this life and day elopes, You will always give me hope.
You are always here with me. Forever yours-to my Merry.
I felt myself well up. I didn't know Pippin had it in him to write something so -- elegant. This was Pippin! This was the hobbit who bustled through knocking things down in his path and dropping things and falling over things and being so utterly clumsy that it was hard to image any sort of elegance in any sense and form.
"Pippin, it's wonderful." I said.
He seemed to have watched me intently as I was reading. The relief in his eyes was apparent and he smiled widely. He seemed quite proud.
"Really?" He asked.
He sounded like he hadn't been praised ever before. He seemed rather shocked to have someone appreciate his talents.
I nodded. I gently closed the book and handed it back to him. I smiled softly and then gave out a brief sigh.
"I have to go to the market. Do you want to come?"
He nodded and tucked the book safely into his top drawer. He turned to me slightly and stopped.
"What if, what if the others are there?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"They won't be. I told my father. You remember the descriptions I asked you of? My father took that into account. He promised to sort it out."
Pippin nodded a little and then stood up.
"Right. So what do you have to get?" He asked.
I smiled slightly and headed towards the door.
"Mushrooms!" I said rather loudly, as we both made our way outside.
*This was yet another sudden burst of inspiration. My story is nearly completed-and I know I left that review saying I wasn't really sure of what to do next, but I've had a few ideas. I'll think them through over the weekend and then be sure to update next week. Thanks. ~Highland-spring.
Pippin was healing. It had been just over a week since I'd brought him back. He was certainly on the mend. His bruises were healing and his confidence was growing. I was told to go to the market-we needed a few vegetables for tonight's dinner. I opened Pippin's door slightly and looked in. He was lent over writing something in an old brown note-book.
"Pip?" I asked, stepping in.
Surprised, he looked up, and then quickly closed the book.
"What have you got there?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"Nothing." He replied softly.
I sat down on the bed and tilted my head slightly.
"Oh, come on! I saw you writing. Show me what you've got!" I prompted in a teasing way.
Pippin half-shook his head, but then seemed to have a change of heart.
"Promise you won't laugh." He said.
I nodded.
"I promise I won't laugh." I replied.
He nodded slightly and then paged through until he got to his latest entry. He handed me the book.
"Its something I wrote for you. I wasn't going to let you know of it until after all of this is over. Anyway, you can read it now." He said gently.
I let my eyes scan over what he'd written. It was beautiful. It was titled:
Summer's that have been.
In summers that have been, I can see a different green, A different shade among the glade, When you were there with me.
I saw the clouds of wisp and fair, The light warm breeze upon your hair, A river so clear, a river so free, When you were standing there with me.
A final day there is to last, Before the summer comes to pass, And there's so much that I have seen In the summers that have been.
But still I'm here and I will see, The different shades, the different trees, And as this life and day elopes, You will always give me hope.
You are always here with me. Forever yours-to my Merry.
I felt myself well up. I didn't know Pippin had it in him to write something so -- elegant. This was Pippin! This was the hobbit who bustled through knocking things down in his path and dropping things and falling over things and being so utterly clumsy that it was hard to image any sort of elegance in any sense and form.
"Pippin, it's wonderful." I said.
He seemed to have watched me intently as I was reading. The relief in his eyes was apparent and he smiled widely. He seemed quite proud.
"Really?" He asked.
He sounded like he hadn't been praised ever before. He seemed rather shocked to have someone appreciate his talents.
I nodded. I gently closed the book and handed it back to him. I smiled softly and then gave out a brief sigh.
"I have to go to the market. Do you want to come?"
He nodded and tucked the book safely into his top drawer. He turned to me slightly and stopped.
"What if, what if the others are there?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"They won't be. I told my father. You remember the descriptions I asked you of? My father took that into account. He promised to sort it out."
Pippin nodded a little and then stood up.
"Right. So what do you have to get?" He asked.
I smiled slightly and headed towards the door.
"Mushrooms!" I said rather loudly, as we both made our way outside.
*This was yet another sudden burst of inspiration. My story is nearly completed-and I know I left that review saying I wasn't really sure of what to do next, but I've had a few ideas. I'll think them through over the weekend and then be sure to update next week. Thanks. ~Highland-spring.