Peregrin Took's Page
Note: Thanks for all the reviews, everybody! Third in a thirteen-part series.
I was born a Took. The Took family was, by nature, an adventurous family. If you would take a look at the family tree, many were missing on adventures, unaccounted for.
I was a different type of Took, it seemed. I was always close to home. I rarely, if ever, journeyed out of my town into other parts of the Shire. The only time I really ever left was to go see my friend, Frodo. When I left my home for the last time before my journey, I was already aware of 'the conspiracy'. Merry, Sam and I formed it. Sam was very leery about the whole thing, but Merry and I convinced him.
The, the journey started. It was, at best, a difficult one, but in an odd way, I enjoyed it. I think the Took part of me finally started to set in. I enjoyed the bloodless parts of the journey the most: Lothlórien, and meeting Treebeard.
I am sorry I did not get to see the Ring destroyed. I also wanted to see that wretched creature, Gollum, which I had heard so much about. In an odd way, I wanted to be with Frodo and Sam on their path to destroy the Ring. That also must be the Took part in me.
To say the journey was 'fun' would probably be a lie. So many people were killed. It was depressing at times. But, perhaps to say that the journey wasn't fun would also be a lie. There were fun times, as I said. Lothlórien was probably the most 'fun' case. The whole journey was filled with a certain sense of doom.
I want to keep this short, so I suppose it will have to end here. I have no proper way to conclude this, so I guess a poem of Bilbo's will have to do. Or, perhaps it was Frodo's. I never found the truth in that matter.
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some longer way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
-Pippin Took