"Pippin? Pip, what's wrong?" Merry was roused from his sleep, hearing
soft crying from the body beneath him. Pippin's face was damp with tears,
his arms and legs were thrashing madly, fingers tightly wound Merry's
shirt. He was indeed having a nightmare "Pippin please wake up!" Merry
yelled frantically, shaking the frightened brunette. Pip woke suddenly,
momentarily confused as to where he was. His wet eyes were wide open, face
red and mouth open. He was breathing heavily and still clinging tightly to
Merry.
"Are you all right? You really had be worried," Merry pushed a few stray strands of hair away from Pip's face. "You were having a nightmare you know," he whispered. Pippin stared at him for a moment, almost in complete shock, then broke down into a fresh set of tears and buried his face into Merry's chest.
"I'm so happy you're here," he sobbed, wrapping his arms around his friend's waist.
"Of course I'm here," Merry reassured, returning the loving gesture. Pippin's poor little body was shaking so much in Merry's arms. He was so terrified. Merry thought Pip might have been joking about the bad dreams, but this was obviously no joke. "Hey Pip, tell me about your dream, all right?"
"No, please just hold me Merry."
"All right."
"I'm really scared," Pippin's voice was so weak. Merry began to gently rub his back to help calm his fears.
"I'm here Pip, I'm here," he'd say over and over. "Shhhhhh, you're all right now." And he'd kiss his small friend on the head. "Shhhhhh, I'll always be here to protect you." Merry's soothing voice and rubbing soon lulled Pippin back into sleep from where did not stir the rest of the night. Merry would often wonder what it was Pippin dreamed about, wondering if it mihg thave been something silly like ghost or a gobblin. But what if it was something else. Merry placed a hand on Pip's shoulder and pulled him close.
"Poor guy," he said to himself, "what could have scared him so bad." It was almost morning, yet it was still dark out. The rain was still falling, so light and airy.
"It'll be morning soon Pip."
"Are you all right? You really had be worried," Merry pushed a few stray strands of hair away from Pip's face. "You were having a nightmare you know," he whispered. Pippin stared at him for a moment, almost in complete shock, then broke down into a fresh set of tears and buried his face into Merry's chest.
"I'm so happy you're here," he sobbed, wrapping his arms around his friend's waist.
"Of course I'm here," Merry reassured, returning the loving gesture. Pippin's poor little body was shaking so much in Merry's arms. He was so terrified. Merry thought Pip might have been joking about the bad dreams, but this was obviously no joke. "Hey Pip, tell me about your dream, all right?"
"No, please just hold me Merry."
"All right."
"I'm really scared," Pippin's voice was so weak. Merry began to gently rub his back to help calm his fears.
"I'm here Pip, I'm here," he'd say over and over. "Shhhhhh, you're all right now." And he'd kiss his small friend on the head. "Shhhhhh, I'll always be here to protect you." Merry's soothing voice and rubbing soon lulled Pippin back into sleep from where did not stir the rest of the night. Merry would often wonder what it was Pippin dreamed about, wondering if it mihg thave been something silly like ghost or a gobblin. But what if it was something else. Merry placed a hand on Pip's shoulder and pulled him close.
"Poor guy," he said to himself, "what could have scared him so bad." It was almost morning, yet it was still dark out. The rain was still falling, so light and airy.
"It'll be morning soon Pip."