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


Disclaimer: I'll try not to write as much as I usually do in this space. You know the drill. Lord of the Rings is not mine, Pippin is not mine (sigh...), and as much as I want Frodo, I don't own him either. J.R.R. Tolkien came up with these beautiful creations, and Lord of the Rings, so he takes full credit for inspiring me to write this story. New Line Cinema, however, takes full credit for finding such brilliant actors to fill the shoes (or foot moulds) of the Lord of the Rings characters. So yeah. If you're reading this chapter, you've probably read the other chapters, so you know my feelings on disclaimers. So I spare you no further ado, and present to you my story. By the way, the title of this chapter has nothing to do with the song, I'm a Wanderer. I just heard that song in my head on my personal mental jukebox, and the hobbits reminded me of it. If there is a band called The Wanderers, it has nothing to do with them either, if they exist. Side note: I'm not crazy, really.

Chapter Six
The Wanderers

A few minutes later, the other three hobbits closed the door on Frodo's room, and started walking around the boardwalk aimlessly. It was silent for the first few steps.

Well, Pippin? Are you going to tell us what that beautiful hobbit is doing in Rivendell, and why she's with you? Merry gave Pippin comically raised eyebrows. Pippin tried to glare at Merry and Sam, who was now laughing, but ended up laughing along with them.

Her name is Amarantha Smallburrow, Amy for short, as I told you before. Her mother died in Rivendell and her father left her in Elrond's care. I met her yesterday at breakfast after Merry left. We spent the entire day walking through the gardens. Pippin purposely left out the fact he had stayed in her room the previous night, fearing an onslaught from Merry.

Sam and Merry suspected something else between Amy and Pippin, but they did not mention it. About the time when Amy and Pippin had awoken in the garden, Sam and Merry had gone to Pippin's room to find him, and, finding the room empty, set out to search for him. After a short while, they saw Pippin entering a room with Amy that was off the main boardwalk in a hallway they had only seen elves enter before.

They continued walking in silence which was unusual for the typically talkative hobbits, but after a while resumed conversation on other topics, ranging from the lodging, to the food, to Rivendell, to Frodo. The day past slowly, and though Pippin's thoughts were constantly on Amy, he was happy to spend some time with his friends.

That night, Pippin found Amy in the same spot she had been when they met, and Pippin's seat was empty. He happily climbed into the chair, and kissed Amy.

Did you finish what you needed to?

Yes. I had to mend some tunics of the workers. How was your day?

It was good. They didn't ask as many questions as I had expected them to, though. That doesn't matter though. Let us eat! Pippin and Amy sat talking most of the night through their meals.

There were many people still about when Pippin and Amy left the dining hall. Not wanting to risk getting caught entering Amy's room, they went to Pippin's. They fell asleep quite the same as the previous night, after talking a long while.

The next few days passed slowly and comfortably. Amy spent most of her time with Pippin and the other hobbits, and learned a lot about the Shire and the outside world.

Frodo was up and about now. He often went off with Gandalf or Bilbo, and talked long hours during the day. The evenings, however, he spent with his friends, including Amy, and recovered to his usual lively, happy self. Amy was amazed at the change in him, from the old, weak hobbit, to the youthful, vibrant hobbit he was now.

The five of them spent a lot of time in the garden, and Amy was accepted as one of them. Merry especially made jokes about her and Pippin, but they laughed them off.

Pippin was having the time of his life. Him and Amy spent every night together, and he was especially surprised when no one talked to him about the courting rules of Rivendell. He was sure that folk were not allowed to be in another's room after dinner, unless with permission, so it struck him as odd, seeing as how it was almost impossible to not be seen entering a room behind someone else. There Amy and Pippin talked away the night, falling asleep and waking up in each others arms.

A/N: Sorry, another short chapter. The next one should be better. Sorry if there are some words stuck together. My space bar is being a gimp right now. But yeah, next chapter is called The Council, so you can all guess what it's about. Thanks to all of you for your reviews, they are much appreciated. As I always state in my Author's Notes, constructive criticism and ideas are always welcome, flames are not. You know the drill and you know my thoughts. For people who may be wondering, this story is not planned. I don't plan anything I write. I have a loose idea of what the story is about, but there is no real plan. For me, this story plays out in my head as a Choose Your Own Adventure story, and I go through the various options until I'm satisfied. Or else I just sit at my iMac and type, and review the results. Anyways, Chapter seven has not been written yet, but I don't think it'll take too long to do. While you're waiting for it, I suggest you pass the time by reviewing! Thanks! -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane