Pippin's Rivendell
By Jocelyne Pipe
a.k.a
Two Methyloctane
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, or anything associated with it, other than a few hundred pictures on my computer, the three ticket stubs from the times I saw the movie, and my copy of the books. Anything from The Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, New Line Cinema, and the various publishers of the books.
Chapter Four
The Hobbit Hole of Rivendell
Pippin awoke to find himself sitting on the same log he had been on the entire day. Beside him, Amy also slept, and Pippin's arms were wrapped tightly around her. It was pitch black, save for the lights of Rivendell.
Amy... Amy, he said softly. Amy's eyes twitched and opened. She smiled at Pippin.
What time is it? she asked, yawning.
I don't know. How long ago did we fall asleep?
I can't remember. We should be getting back to the Great Hall, though, or they'll be wondering where we are. She stood up, and stretched out her arms to release the kink in her back. She reached her hands out to Pippin, and helped pull him to his feet.
You'll have to lead the way. I'm afraid I do not know where we are. Pippin was not worried, but ever since the various raids of the Nazgûl, the night had lost it's appeal. Amy took Pippin's hand and led him silently over the paths of Rivendell until at last they reached the familiar Great Hall. It was deserted with the exception of a few restless occupants roaming about in thought. They got onto the boardwalk, and after a short time, came to a door he hadn't seen before.
It is very late. The Hall is hardly ever empty, except late at night. There is also no time to visit Frodo today. Amy spoke in barely a whisper. Pippin nodded as Amy pushed open the door. She led him in and he realized it was her quarters. But it was not decorated like the rest of Rivendell, which was covered in white and gold.
Amy's quarters were obviously made for a hobbit sized person, as was Pippin's, but Amy's looked more like a hobbit hole, though much more elegant. The room was mostly in hues of green and brown from the woodwork, and there was a fair amount of white. Instead of gold lining the doors and walls, emeralds were placed all throughout the room. The doors on the interior and the windows were rounded and small, and the furnishings were all sized for hobbits.
Amy, why is it that your room is different from the others? he asked absentmindedly as he continued scanning the room.
I don't know. I suppose when I was growing up, Elrond wanted to make me as comfortable as possible, so he had this room made. He sent many people to the Shire to examine their architecture, and Bilbo helped a great deal as well. It has been very pleasant here. My room is my sanctuary. When I feel alone, or inadequate because I am not an elf, I come here. It puts me at ease. She went through a door to a side room and Pippin sat on the bed. The sheets on the bed were white silk, and the oak in the room was polished and engraved with fine designs. His eyes were drawn to a large closet on the wall. It was also oak, and the handles were emerald. He found his eyes starting to droop, and lay back on the bed.
Pippin, wake up. You must be going. He heard Amy's voice and opened his eyes. He immediately saw Amy's bright face above him.
Why? It is late, and first thing in the morning I would be coming here anyways. He sat up to face Amy, who had sat down on the bed as well. She smiled and Pippin felt his insides jolt. What was that? he thought, puzzled. He had had a strange feeling in his heart that he had never had before, and it never occurred before he met Amy.
Well, you should go back to your room in any case. People will be worried when they do not find you in your room tomorrow morn— Her words were cut off as Pippin leaned over and kissed her lightly. Then he stood up and started walking towards the door. When he had reached the door, Amy spoke again.
Pippin, wait. I didn't want you to go. It is almost morning anyways. Please stay. Pippin turned to see that her large brown eyes were pleading with him. He noticed for the first time that she had changed into a green silk night gown. He smiled at her and walked back towards the bed. He took off his jacket and scarf and climbed into the bed. He pulled Amy close and kissed her again, this time deeply.
We should get some sleep, he whispered in her ear after they had broken their kiss. She nodded sleepily and curled up next to him and promptly fell asleep. Pippin wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her on the head. Goodnight, my dear Amarantha, he said to her before he himself fell into a pleasant sleep.
A/N: Well, this chapter was unexpected. I had a lot of homework the weekend I wrote this, so I didn't think I'd get anything written. But, instead of my usual routine of procrastination, I actually did my homework on time, and found some time to write. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed. For new readers, you have read it before, but I always appreciate constructive criticism and ideas, but I do not like flames. Telling someone they suck is got going to help them become better writers. Instead, tell a person what you don't like, and suggest how they can improve. Flames are space wasted on the Reviews page, and time wasted both writing them and reading them. But for you guys who have reviewed, you guys are awesome! I'm so glad you like this, and it is motivation to me to write more. Keep reviewing, and be expecting chapter five soon, hopefully. Oh, and another tidbit of info you may be interested in: my screen name on MSN Messenger is Pippin. My friends call me Pipe, and Pippin sounds a lot like Pipe. By the way, anyone can add me to their buddy list on Messenger if they like, just go to my profile for my email address. -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a Two Methyloctane
