Pippin's Rivendell
By Jocelyne Pipe
a.k.a
Two Methyloctane
Disclaimer: I own everything in this story, as I am J.R.R. Tolkien's reincarnated form. Therefore, as J.R.R. Tolkien, this story, the characters, and the people who play them are all property of Jocelyne Pipe. You must pay her lots of money to use Lord of the Rings in your own stories. Haha. If only that were true. This is the seventh chapter of this fic, so by now you should know that, in truth, I own nothing having any bearings to Lord of the Rings, except for the vast library of pictures saved on my computer, and my copy of the books with custom-made covers. Anyway, you know what I do and do not own, and since you want to read the story instead of me, here it is. Oh, and yes, I know I said this chapter would be called The Council, but an idea came to me. The next chapter will be The Council.
Chapter Seven
The Scheming Ones
A week later Amy came to Pippin with news.
Master Elrond is holding a council tomorrow. People have been arriving from all over the free lands of Middle Earth. Unfortunately, we are not allowed to attend, or even know about it, but if you want, I can get you there. Merry and Sam, too. Amy's dark brown eyes shone with a mischievous light, and at that moment Pippin saw the true nature of a hobbit in her. She had been emotionally scarred, almost as bad as Frodo, yet here she was, scheming against the wishes of Elrond. He smiled inwardly to himself.
If we are not supposed to know, my dear Amy, how did you find out? He smiled and gave her a look very reminiscent of his father when he caught Pippin red-handed stealing carrots. Amy laughed and blushed a light red.
Oh, never you mind, Pippin. Amy has her reasons. But she seemed unable to conceal her methods, so after a few seconds, burst out with excitement at her own cunning.
Well, you see, I saw Master Elrond at breakfast the other day, when you were still sleeping. He looked troubled, so I followed him to Frodo's room. Gandalf and Bilbo were there with Frodo, and as I couldn't hear through the door, and climbed onto the balcony from the room beside it, and hid in the curtains. Master Elrond said that a Council would be held this morning, at ten o'clock, and that a selection of Elves, Dwarves, and Men had arrived. It all seemed very secretive.
You know, Pippin, I reckon this is all your doing. Never, before I met you and your friends had I ever done anything mischievous. It's all your fault. With that, she went to playfully swat him, but Pippin was stronger, and was able to quickly overtake her and wrestle her to the bed. He looked down into her eyes, and they both burst out laughing, before he leaned down and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, and they sank onto the bed. Just then, a light knock was heard at the door.
How convenient, Pippin said quietly to Amy, who laughed. She pushed him off of her, and ran to the door. Pippin smoothed the bed covers, and tried to look nonchalant, sitting on the bed, all the while completely aware that he was in Amy's room, and that rumors had been spreading like grassfire amongst the Hall of Elrond that the two of them had been spending a great deal of time together.
Amy opened the door, and not surprising to them, was Merry and Sam. Merry looked quickly at Sam, and the glint in Sam's eyes flickered in response.
Well hello, dear Amarantha. I see that Pippin is here, though we expected it all the same. He gave Pippin a sly look, clearing telling Pippin that he fooled no one with his seemingly casual, calm composure.
Yes, Pippin is here. Where else would you have expected him to be? She and Merry immediately got into a small bout of trading looks, but after a few seconds, they both burst out laughing.
I trust we weren't interrupting anything, Sam said.
Oh, no. Not at all. Your timing is impeccable. Pippin's voice was very obviously sarcastic, and Sam grinned.
Actually, you guys did happen to show up at a good time. We have news. Rather, Amy has news. We thought you'd be interested. Merry's eyes grew large, and he looked at Amy excitedly.
Well, I guess I was going to tell you two. She went over to the bed and sat beside Pippin, who wrapped his arms around her, and lightly kissed the back of her neck. Merry and Sam sat on the other end of the bed, and Amy continued.
I have heard word that Master Elrond is holding a Council for the Ring. We, of course, are not invited, but I know how we can get in to listen to it. Merry looked at her approvingly. She told them the rest of the story she had told Pippin only minutes earlier.
Excellent. Pippin, you have infiltrated her mind to the very core. She is starting to act just like you.
I think it comes more from you, Meriadoc. Whose brilliant idea was it every week to run into Farmer Maggots crops? Whose idea was it to hide behind that tree and jump out at the children as they went to school? Hmm? It was all your idea. You have corrupted us all. They burst out laughing, and sat there laughing at old memories until Amy jumped up.
It's only fifteen minutes to ten, when the Council starts! We have to go! They quickly stopped laughing and rushed out the door. They ran around the boardwalk until they reached a large golden door, bolted on the front.
This is the door to the Council area. We can't go through it. Amy led them to a door not too far from the Council door. It led to a small terrace which led to the garden. They followed the path halfway until Amy stopped them.
Shh. We have to be very quiet not to be heard. Elves have very good hearing and vision. With that, they crept slowly through the garden. Luckily for them, the trees and shrubs were large, allowing the five hobbits to hide behind them. After a short walk, they heard voices talking softly. They settled into their hiding spot right beside the balcony that was the Council chamber, and listened.
A/N: Well, I attempted a cliffhanger there. I don't particularly like using them in my stories, so therefore this is not exactly a life-or-death, keep-you-on-the-edge-of-your-seat cliffhanger. And besides, we've all seen the movie (some of us, including me, multiple times) so we all know exactly what happens in the next chapter. Which is called The Council. Like this one was supposed to be. Nevermind. So I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I got over my writers block (Woohoo!! We all know what a bitch writers block is.) and I'm currently writing another fic. It's an Elijah fic, probably pretty routine, but somewhat original. I'll post the first chapter in a couple days. My spacebar is working fine again. I managed to pop it off the keyboard and stuff the little poking part with some tin foil easter egg wrapper I had sitting on my desk, so the little button works now. Chocolate: Is there anything it can't do? Haha. As I always say, please review. Constructive criticism and ideas are welcome, flames are not. You know my thoughts on flames. Useless flames. Maybe I'll give you my opinion on slash sometime. But I'll spare you for today. I thrive off reviews. I love reviews. They're good exposure for your stories too, because I read the stories and profiles of all my reviewers. So go ahead, review. You know you want to. Haha. That's all for now. Check back in a couple days. I'll let you know when my next fic is up, in case you're interested. -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a Two Methyloctane
