Pippin's Rivendell
By Jocelyne Pipe
a.k.a
Two Methyloctane
Disclaimer: I don't know why people, me included, bother putting these things in. Anyone should have enough common sense to realize I don't own anything related to Lord of the Rings except for specially-copyrighted-and-manufactured Lord of the Rings merchandise, and a few hundred pictures saved on my computer. Some people collect stamps, I collect pictures. But that's all I own. The storyline is mine, however, as well as any and all characters that are not mentioned in the trilogy. Simple, simple. Another point to my rant against disclaimers: this site is FanFiction.net, is it not? Therefore one would have to assume that from the title of this site, that the people using this site are completely aware they do not own anything pertaining to the books, and the people reading the stories are not out to sue people. This is for entertainment purposes, so why do we bother with disclaimers? Oh well... one of life's little mysteries, I guess. On with the story.
Chapter Five
At Frodo's Room
The mid-morning light was bright as ever in Rivendell when Amy awoke. The slight pressure she had felt around her waist from Pippin's arms was gone, and glancing to the other side of the bed, she noticed he was gone. Her heart dropped immediately, fearing the worst. But just as frantic thoughts started running through her mind, Amy saw a piece of parchment on her bedside table that had not been there the night before.
Dear Amy, it read. I wanted to leave early this morning as Gandalf had said Frodo would be awake today. I also didn't think it was the best idea if we were seen leaving your room together, as I know Elves have rules against such things. I will be in Mr. Frodo's room today, which has a shield of a Sun and Moon on it. I don't know how to distinguish the room otherwise, so I hope you know of which room I speak.
I love you, and I hope I can see you again, Pippin.
Amy's heart rose immediately after reading the note. Glancing at the sundial, and seeing it was almost 11 o'clock, she sprang out of the bed with a renewed energy and began her usual morning routine. She paid extra attention to her hair. She had always found it unruly, and no matter what she tried, it never did what she wanted it to. Giving up after a lengthy attempt, she took one last look into the polished silver mirror and sighed, and left her room.
She knew exactly which room Frodo was taken to. It was a short distance from her own room, and in the section of the Hall specified for guests requiring medical attention. The Healing Ward, it was called. Finding the Sun and Moon shield beside the door, she knocked quietly and entered the room with an elvish grace. The room was not hobbit sized like Pippin's or the other two hobbits, so everything was quite large to Amy. On the white bed, like an island in the centre of the room, was a tiny hobbit propped up by many cushions. He was pale, his eyes were tired and lifeless, his hair was thick and matted, and his left shoulder had been wrapped in a bandage. He was listening as intently as possible to another three hobbits, talking excitedly, constantly interrupting each other. One of these hobbits was Pippin, and as no one had heard Amy enter save Elrond, who was standing against a wall talking quietly to Gandalf, Amy watched Pippin. He was tired, as Amy could see from the small dark circle forming underneath his eyes, and the fact they were not as lively as the other two hobbits. But still he kept his fatigue at bay, and laughed and talked with his friends.
After a few minutes, Elrond spoke up.
Well, seeing as Mr. Baggins needs his rest, we should not take up too much more time. We have a lot to inform you of. First of all, Pippin, there is someone here to see you. he motioned to Amy.
Amy! I didn't hear you come in! he ran over to her and gave her a hug. Amy saw over his shoulder that the other hobbits, including Frodo, were eyeing them with great suprise. Pippin grasped her hands and led her to his friends. Amy, I would like to present to you Mr. Frodo Baggins, in the bed, Mr. Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Mr. Samwise Gamgee. Merry and Sam. They were the other hobbits who arrived with me. He turned to his friends. This is Amarantha Smallburrow. Called Amy for short. She gave them each a warm smile, and they in turn kissed her small hand as way of greeting. Each of them flashed Pippin a suprised and almost mocking look at him once more before Elrond again spoke.
Now that the introductions have been made, I suppose we should explain some of what is happening.
First of all, Frodo arrived here just in time. Any later and he would have passed into the shadow, and become a Ringwraith, like the ones who had been chasing you. You three yourselves were picked up not too long afterward by our scouts. You were in terrible condition, so we kept you sedated for a few days so that you would get the rest you deserved. The company in the room listened to Elrond patiently as he explained the procedures they had undergone, including Frodo, which took a significantly longer time to explain. When he had stopped talking, Merry piped up.
Gandalf, why did you not meet us in Bree? he asked.
I was... delayed, Gandalf replied, as memories of his imprisonment at the roof of the Orthanc at Isengard came painfully back to his mind. He shook it off, and his eyes regained the light they had lost a few moments before. Only Frodo and Elrond noticed.
Are we now able to go back to the Shire? Sam now spoke up, and Amy saw the hope in his face as he spoke.
I do not know, Samwise. We have yet to decide what becomes of the Ring now. Rest assured, you will be informed as soon as a decision is made. Sam's face faded slightly, but as he was still overjoyed at his master's awakening, he was still smiling broadly. The conversation continued a while longer, and when Elrond and Gandalf told the hobbits to leave, Amy turned to Pippin.
I have some work that I need to complete. Can I meet you in the Dining Hall at dinnertime? Pippin nodded.
That is fine. I wanted to spend some time with Merry and Sam anyways. I have no doubt they will want to ask me questions about you. He gave her a quick wink and a kiss on the cheek. So I will see you at dinner. She smiled, and left the room.
A/N: Okay, I'm sorry this was not the best chapter of this fic. I had an idea in my head, but I couldn't express it as well as I had wanted. Plus, writer's block hit me again. We all know what writer's block is like, I suffer constantly from it. Which makes Art class a bitch: full blown creative (artist's, writer's, general original thought) block. My soccer season is finally over (thank god... I can't stand my team), so I might have some time to write. I finally finished the trilogy a week or so ago, and I'm desperately thinking about seeing Lord of the Rings for a fourth time to get my inspiration back. SWEET!!! I just got an awesome idea right now, sitting here typing. I really hope I remember it, cause it's exactly 1:13:13 AM (mountain time for you American and Canadian folks). I'm in serious need of sleep. Well, please read and review, as always. Constructive criticism and ideas are greatly welcome, but flames are not. You've heard my rant before. Ha ha. Anyways, read, review, enjoy, and sleep! -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane
