~*~*~ A/N: All right. *grin* You guys are spoiling me with your excellent reviews. Thank you sooo much! *~*~*~
19 September
Journal,
There are merely three days until Bilbo Baggins' party. Everyone is so excited and, don't get me wrong, I am looking forward to it as well, but... seeing Diamond and Pippin dancing and carrying on will surely be torturous. Oi. What is wrong with me? Why
In the midst of my writing, I heard a knock at the window. I knew that knock well; two knocks, one knock, three knocks - it was Pippin's personal knock. Quickly hiding my journal beneath my covers, I stood, and crossed the room. Throwing open the shutters, I looked outside. Pippin stood there, tears streaming down his cheeks. Oh, Eru.. what had happened now?
I quickly ushered him inside, and he sat on my bed, sniffling.
"What happened?" I asked, and he burst into tears once more.
"Diamond.." was all he could say, and I felt my fists clench with anger. How dare she hurt Pippin. Whatever she had done, it must have been bad. Really bad.
"Oh, Pip," I said ruefully, sitting beside him. "It'll be all right."
He sniffled, shaking his head quickly. "No, it won't!"
Sighing, I glanced away, feeling my heart break at this show of emotions. I wanted to hold him, kiss away all his tears, make everything better for him. I could do nothing but sit by his side and listen to him cry over another.
"She laughed at me," he sobbed, not bothering to wipe away the tears, merely letting them cascade down his cheeks and fall onto his lap. "I kissed her and she laughed, and told me how horrible I was, and said she would go to the party with one of the Cotton boys instead."
I sighed once more, and placed my hand gently upon his, a friendly gesture and nothing more. So it seemed. His touch was tender, his skin delicate and soft. I wanted to touch him everywhere, make him see that I, not Diamond, was the one for him.
"I wish I were dead," he mumbled softly, looking down at his lap.
"Hey now," I said softly, "don't say that. Imagine if you were to die now, your last memory would be of Diamond hurting you. Wouldn't that be a dreadful thing? I know if I were to die, I would want my last memory to be a pleasant one."
He sniffled, smiling softly. "I s'pose you're right again, Daf. How ever did you get so smart?"
I glanced away, shrugging lightly. "Experience, I guess."
"Experience? You're two years younger than I am!"
I smirked, my eyes still not meeting his. "I suppose I've been through more than you have."
Pippin tilted his head, regarding me with concern. "You've changed. Just recently; I feel like I hardly even know you anymore. What has happened?"
I turned back to look at him. He looked up at me, wide-eyed, tears drying upon his cheeks. I was so close to him, but it felt as though we were leagues away.
"I'm here," I said softly, finally removing my hand from his, gently. "I will always be here."
Pippin smiled, and leaned forward to give me a hug. This was a friendly thing, I assured myself, all friends hug. He wrapped his arms about me, and I felt so safe in his arms. I closed my eyes, imagining we were embracing after a night of love, or even a soft, sweet kiss. He pulled away after a moment, and I felt a slight sigh escape me. Already, I felt exposed and vulnerable, out of his arms.
"I had better go," he said softly. "I would not want your father to catch me here after night fall - who knows what he would think."
I nodded slightly, and he stood up, crossing to the window and climbing out.
"G'night Pip," I said, and he responded with a wave. I sat, watching him go down the path, until he was out of sight. Then, I closed the window.
Journal,
Pippin just stopped in, crying over something Diamond said about his kissing skills, or lack thereof. I cannot imagine how such a truly amazing creature could be bad at anything, especially kissing. I don't suppose I will ever get the chance to find out for myself; but Journal, if you only saw how he looked at me; how his eyes and lips and face looked tonight. And he hugged me, and I felt so safe that I might have fallen asleep in his very arms.
I am just a friend; someone he can talk to about girls, who he finds solace in. If only it didn't hurt so badly, Journal, he hurts me so deeply. He cries over the ones who will not love him, but here I am, willing to love him more than anything. But he cannot see.
~*~*~ *sniffle* Poor Daf! *~*~*~
19 September
Journal,
There are merely three days until Bilbo Baggins' party. Everyone is so excited and, don't get me wrong, I am looking forward to it as well, but... seeing Diamond and Pippin dancing and carrying on will surely be torturous. Oi. What is wrong with me? Why
In the midst of my writing, I heard a knock at the window. I knew that knock well; two knocks, one knock, three knocks - it was Pippin's personal knock. Quickly hiding my journal beneath my covers, I stood, and crossed the room. Throwing open the shutters, I looked outside. Pippin stood there, tears streaming down his cheeks. Oh, Eru.. what had happened now?
I quickly ushered him inside, and he sat on my bed, sniffling.
"What happened?" I asked, and he burst into tears once more.
"Diamond.." was all he could say, and I felt my fists clench with anger. How dare she hurt Pippin. Whatever she had done, it must have been bad. Really bad.
"Oh, Pip," I said ruefully, sitting beside him. "It'll be all right."
He sniffled, shaking his head quickly. "No, it won't!"
Sighing, I glanced away, feeling my heart break at this show of emotions. I wanted to hold him, kiss away all his tears, make everything better for him. I could do nothing but sit by his side and listen to him cry over another.
"She laughed at me," he sobbed, not bothering to wipe away the tears, merely letting them cascade down his cheeks and fall onto his lap. "I kissed her and she laughed, and told me how horrible I was, and said she would go to the party with one of the Cotton boys instead."
I sighed once more, and placed my hand gently upon his, a friendly gesture and nothing more. So it seemed. His touch was tender, his skin delicate and soft. I wanted to touch him everywhere, make him see that I, not Diamond, was the one for him.
"I wish I were dead," he mumbled softly, looking down at his lap.
"Hey now," I said softly, "don't say that. Imagine if you were to die now, your last memory would be of Diamond hurting you. Wouldn't that be a dreadful thing? I know if I were to die, I would want my last memory to be a pleasant one."
He sniffled, smiling softly. "I s'pose you're right again, Daf. How ever did you get so smart?"
I glanced away, shrugging lightly. "Experience, I guess."
"Experience? You're two years younger than I am!"
I smirked, my eyes still not meeting his. "I suppose I've been through more than you have."
Pippin tilted his head, regarding me with concern. "You've changed. Just recently; I feel like I hardly even know you anymore. What has happened?"
I turned back to look at him. He looked up at me, wide-eyed, tears drying upon his cheeks. I was so close to him, but it felt as though we were leagues away.
"I'm here," I said softly, finally removing my hand from his, gently. "I will always be here."
Pippin smiled, and leaned forward to give me a hug. This was a friendly thing, I assured myself, all friends hug. He wrapped his arms about me, and I felt so safe in his arms. I closed my eyes, imagining we were embracing after a night of love, or even a soft, sweet kiss. He pulled away after a moment, and I felt a slight sigh escape me. Already, I felt exposed and vulnerable, out of his arms.
"I had better go," he said softly. "I would not want your father to catch me here after night fall - who knows what he would think."
I nodded slightly, and he stood up, crossing to the window and climbing out.
"G'night Pip," I said, and he responded with a wave. I sat, watching him go down the path, until he was out of sight. Then, I closed the window.
Journal,
Pippin just stopped in, crying over something Diamond said about his kissing skills, or lack thereof. I cannot imagine how such a truly amazing creature could be bad at anything, especially kissing. I don't suppose I will ever get the chance to find out for myself; but Journal, if you only saw how he looked at me; how his eyes and lips and face looked tonight. And he hugged me, and I felt so safe that I might have fallen asleep in his very arms.
I am just a friend; someone he can talk to about girls, who he finds solace in. If only it didn't hurt so badly, Journal, he hurts me so deeply. He cries over the ones who will not love him, but here I am, willing to love him more than anything. But he cannot see.
~*~*~ *sniffle* Poor Daf! *~*~*~