Pippin's Rivendell
By Jocelyne Pipe
a.k.a
Two Methyloctane


Disclaimer:
As is said in every chapter of every fan fic in existance, I do not own any Lord of the Rings characters or places. They are property of the late, great, J.R.R. Tolkien. The characters I do own, however, are easy to spot because they do not appear in the trilogy. Those are mine, and the story, however unoriginal it may be, is mine as well. Please enjoy!

Chapter Two
The Meeting


Pippin pulled on a shirt and his trousers. He noticed that they had been cleaned and mended, and he was quite happy for it. He saw light flooding in through thin window covers, and discovered that they led to a balcony. He picked up his favourite scarf, which had been cleaned as well, and fussing with it's knot, walked onto the balcony. He stared in awe of the sight that met his eyes.

Rivendell was set into the high foothills of the Misty Mountains, which Pippin could see through the clouds. A tall waterfall stood at one end of the city, it's water sparkling and clear. The hills that encompassed Rivendell were lush, green, and covered in many flowers unknown to Pippin. Sam's always been the gardener, he'd know what those were, thought Pippin as he stared unblinkingly. A river cut through Rivendell, fed by the waterfall, and the sound of the water lightly running was incredibly soothing. Looking at Rivendell itself, Pippin saw that the buildings were built right onto the side of the mountain. There were many windows on the buildings, and the morning light illuminated the large dwellings. A flicker of light caught Pippin's eye, and focusing closer, he noticed that the trim of all the buildings was gold. Looking down at the handrail he was holding, he saw that, indeed, this was true. Fine engravings ran along it. Below him he saw a few Elf-maidens clothed in dresses of pale blue and green silk crossing a golden bridge.

Pippin snapped back from his amazement when a bird chirped in the distance. Wrenching away from the scene, he entered his room again and walked to the door Gandalf had left through. No one had told him how to get to the eating area, so Pippin was very worried about getting lost. Peaking out of the small slit when he opened the door, he saw that finding the main hall would not be hard. His room was on a boardwalk, and raised like an island in the centre was a large table. Pippin walked out of his room, trying to find something to aid him when he wished to return. He noticed a crest with a tree and arrows around it beside his door. There was writing in Elvish below it, but he could not read it, and ignored it.

After walking what felt like an hour, Pippin found the entrance and walked around the table. It was a very large table, Pippin thought, until he realized he was in an elvish city. His head barely saw over the edge of the table. Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder.

Oi! Pippin! You're awake! It was Merry, Pippin's best friend. He was sitting in a chair, his feet poking out from the seat. Hop on up! Here, I'll give you a hand. He pulled Pippin up onto the next chair, and Pippin's eyes feasted on the sight before him.

Food! I have not seen such marvelous a sight since the feast at Mr. Bilbo's birthday. But—, Pippin looked at the food on the table, what is this?

I'm not quite sure. I tried some myself, and it's quite good. Very light, but filling. I've only eaten a little, but already I feel as if I just finished elevensys. Go ahead, try some. Merry pushed a plate of the light bread towards Pippin. He took a piece and bit into it. He was surprised to find that Merry was right. The wafer was light and sweet, and almost seemed to warm Pippin to the very core. Merry laughed at the sight of Pippin.

I told you it was good. Well, Pippin, I've been here for a long time, and am quite full up. I am going to go see Frodo. I saw Sam this morning, he said Frodo's room is the one with the crest of the Sun and Moon beside it. I will see you soon, Pippin. Merry jumped out of the chair and landed with a thud. Pippin bade him good day and he skipped off, softly whistling to himself.

Pippin spent the next hour munching on the various food laid out before him. He was more interested in the people gathered at the table, for he noticed he was not the only non-elf person there. A large group of elves sat at one end laughing and talking in their own tongue. A small number of dwarves sat together. Their less than eloquent speech sounded like an argument. He also saw a few men, huddled close and talking almost in secrecy. Almost right beside their group, Pippin saw Strider deep in conversation with a beautiful elf, dressed in a white silken gown, with a bright silver necklace around her fair neck. They took no notice of Pippin, however, and he continued looking around.

Suddenly, he saw a strange sight. The elves he had seen on the bridge had just entered, but there were more of them. Behind them was what Pippin noticed. A small head of dark brown curly hair bobbed up and down. They sat a few spaces from Pippin, and he saw that the mop of hair belonged to a hobbit! He stared, astonished at this sight, until the hobbit, who Pippin now noticed was female, saw him and climbed onto the seat next to him.

Well! Fancy seeing another hobbit here! I suppose you must be one of the ones that came a few nights ago. Quite an eerie sight, to tell you the truth. One of you was very pale and cold. We thought him dead. The other three were not that bad, but they looked very tired and thin. Are you one of them? This quick blast of speech had caught Pippin by surprise, and it was after a couple seconds that he shook his head and looked at the hobbit.

Yes, I arrived here a while ago. I do not know when, time seems to have blurred during that time. But yes, Frodo was the deathly one. He is not dead. I was told Elrond is caring for him and he should get better. The young hobbit listened to him intently. Beneath her long curling locks, Pippin saw she had large, dark brown eyes. Almost black, but with a light in them that Pippin liked. It made her look very youthful, though he doubted she was much younger than he. She had a fair round face, and like the elves she was with, was pale but bright.

Well, it is good to see that you are doing so well, and that, Frodo? she looked quizzingly at Pippin, and he nodded. Okay, it's good to know that Frodo will be better. My name is Amarantha Smallburrow. She stretched out her hand to him, and he kissed it lightly.

It's a pleasure Amarantha. I am Peregrin Took. I am usually just called Pippin though.

Pippin, then, I shall call you. Most people call me Amy. Pippin nodded again. One thing about her, though, he was still puzzled about.

What are you doing here? he asked. The light in her eyes suddenly dimmed, and she looked at her hands folded in her lap.

Will you walk with me? She hopped lightly off the chair. Pippin followed and she led him out of the hall into the streets of Rivendell.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was kind of long. I didn't mean to include as much detail about Rivendell, but I have a wierd attention to detail called perfectionism. Anyways, please Review. Constructive criticism and ideas are welcome, flames are not. This is my fist fan fic, and the first story I've written in years. I generally prefer essays as I have an amazing ability to be non-creative. Oh well, please review, and the next chapter will be up in a couple days. -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane