Pippin's Rivendell
By Jocelyne Pipe
a.k.a
Two Methyloctane
Disclaimer: Well, here is what you've all been waiting for: Chapter Nine! Ooh, aren't you just itching to find out what happens? Since this section is called the Disclaimer, I might as well use it for what it is supposed to be used for. Everything in this story belongs to either JRR Tolkien or New Line Cinemas, except for Amy and the plot. I really wished I owned Pippin and Merry and Frodo, especially the actors who play them, but if I did, I wouldn't be letting you in on my fantasies now, would I? Speaking of fantasies, my other fic, Lonerism actually is my fantasy, so go read it, and review it. But for those who actually like this story, here it is. I promised twenty-two reviews for the next chapter, and I got twenty-two reviews. You guys are awesome!
Chapter Nine
The Reconciliation
That night marked the first that Amy and Pippin had not spent together since they had met. Pippin was unsure of how Amy would react when she saw him, so he quietly went back to his room and immediately fell into an exhausted sleep.
The next morning, Pippin awoke to a soft knocking on his door.
Come in, he said, rubbing his eyes. The door slowly opened, and Amy peeked in.
she said timidly.
Amy! Come in, please, come in. Pippin sat up in bed and Amy sat down beside him. It was obvious she had spent a lot of time crying. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and her face was flushed. They sat there in silence for what seemed like hours.
Amy, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing until it was too late.
I know, Pippin. I know. I'm sorry for running away. I didn't mean to, I was just too shocked. Do you know what you're getting into?
Not really. Pippin admitted this for the first time. He didn't know what he was about to face. Now he clearly understood why Amy was so upset.
Oh, Amy. I am so sorry. He pulled the sheets of the bed up around his face and wept into them. Amy climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of his knees, which were crossed. She wrapped her arms around him as much as she could.
Pippin, please. I know what Frodo and them mean to you. Go with them. Be a part of the Fellowship. Pippin pulled the sheets away and looked into Amy's eyes, which were now filling with tears.
Amy, I can't leave you here. You mean too much to me. I love you, Amy. At this the tears Amy had been trying to keep back poured freely onto the bed.
I love you, too, Pippin. But this Ring means more than all of us. Go with Frodo, destroy the Ring, and come back to me. Promise me you will come back to me. Her deep brown eyes were glassy from the tears, and begged silently for Pippin to not make this harder than it already was.
she said forcefully. If the Ring is not destroyed, nothing else will matter. If the Ring is destroyed, you can come back and we can live the rest of our lives in peace. Now don't argue with me. Go and save the world, Pippin. Pippin's heart was convulsing in his breast. He knew inside that he had to go with Frodo. It was his destiny. But leaving Amy felt like the end of the world.
Alright. I will go for you. And I promise I will come back to you, and we will be happy again. I promise you this from every part of my body and soul. With those words Amy fell onto Pippin crying. He leaned back and wrapped his arms around Amy's shaking body. After a few minutes which seemed like an eternity, Amy looked up into Pippin's eyes, her face tear streaked, and smiled.
You are going to save the world, Pippin.
No. I am not saving the world. I am not the Ringbearer. It is Frodo that will save the world. I will merely help him. I will help save what means most to me in this world: the Shire, my friends, and you.
Then so you shall. Just remember to not get yourself killed, Mr. Took, she said with a playful smile.
Don't worry. That is my top priority. Pippin laughed. He then leaned over and kissed Amy softly. At that moment, exhaustion overtook them both from the late night each had spent worrying, and Amy crawled underneath the blankets and curled up to Pippin. He had his arm around her, and despite the light of the sun shining through the windows, they both fell asleep.
A/N: Now you're wondering why I did that? As one of my reviews, from Ronnie Took said, she should go with them!!! otherwise the stories kinda over..well maybe u got a better idea!! Well, I don't have an idea, yet, but I know the story isn't over. There's still lots to come. Also, I'd like to acknowledge Took-Baggins for her review. I can't believe the last chapter was so sad! It makes me so incredibly proud to know that this simple little story has touched you. As for reviews, I've realized that number of reviews does not necessarily reflect how many readers you have, so I'm not worrying too much about them anymore. I still, however, love reading them. You guys are so amazingly awesome. You like me, you really like me! Haha. Anyways, constructive criticism and ideas are always welcomed, especially now. Actually, since Chapter Ten has not been written yet, give me your ideas for how you think the story should unfold. It'd be interesting to see what you guys think. But anyways, constructive criticism is welcome, yadda, yadda, yadda, but flames are most definitely not welcome. Fortunately, I haven't had to worry about that, cause you guys actually like this fic, but you know I always add that anyways. Flames are a waste of space. For the next chapter, I'd like to see a minimum of 27 - 30 reviews, but I'll update when I get more written. In the meantime, go read my second fic, called Lonerism. From your reviews on this story, I don't think Lonerism is as good, but there's only one way to find out: read and review. Well, thanks again, and stay tuned for more of Pippin's Rivendell. -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane
