Pippin's Rivendell
By Jocelyne Pipe
a.k.a
Two Methyloctane
Disclaimer: Once again, Rivendell is not mine, though it is quite beautiful. None of the hobbits are mine except Amy. You know the routine. We've all read them before. Anyways, a couple notes before the story. The title does not mean what it appears to mean. Read and you'll find out. The events in this chapter were completely unexpected, even by me, and I'm writing the damn thing. Of course, it's not all going to be sunshine, lollipops and rainbows everywhere, though this chapter is quite mushy. But we all know you're suckers for that kind of stuff! Oh, to anyone who has seen The Two Towers preview, it is so awesome, I can't wait until December. For those who have not seen it yet, contribute yet again to Lord of the Rings over $800 million worldwide total, and see the preview. It is worth it. Expanded romance between Eowyn and Aragorn, I know you all want to see that. Damn Tolkien living in a man's world. No romantic stuff. Oh well. Read, review, and enjoy. Oh yeah, stay tuned too.
Chapter Ten
The One Ring
Merry knocked lightly on Pippin's door at suppertime that evening. He was worried about Pippin. He had disappeared after the Council, and no one had seen him since, not even for meals, and Pippin liked food more than the rest of them.
There was no response, so Merry opened the door and peeked in. Pippin was fast asleep in the bed, Amy tucked against him. He closed the door, and went to find Frodo and Sam.
He's sleeping. Amy's there, too.
Well, I guess they got things sorted, then, Frodo said. We'll go check on them after supper. Let's eat first though.
The slight click of the door closing had awoken Pippin. He sat up in his bed and saw Amy laying next to him. He smiled to himself and climbed out of the bed, noting the darkness outside the window in Rivendell as he walked to the next room.
When he returned from washing himself, Amy was sitting on the bed brushing her hair, a basin of water next to her in her attempt to control her hair. He laughed as Amy struggled, and she jumped and turned to face him.
Oh, I suppose you think this is funny? She asked in a playful tone.
It is funny. You worry too much. He leaned over and kissed her. It is just past suppertime. If you want, we can go get some food.
Alright. Give me a minute. She tried brushing her hair again, and ended up throwing the brush onto the bed in exasperation. Oh, I give up. Let's go. They left the room and joined Frodo, Merry, and Sam in the dining hall.
Frodo, do you know when we are leaving? Pippin asked him. Frodo's quick eyes darted imperceptibly to Amy before answering.
We leave in a couple of days. Tomorrow, Elrond is showing us maps of Middle Earth so that we know where we're going. You don't have to come, if you don't want to. This time his eyes lingered longer on Amy.
Well, I shall see. Pippin said no more on the subject and no one asked him anything further. Except for when the topic of Merry and Pippin's adventures in Farmer Maggots crops came up, and it became an instant hit in Rivendell.
After a truly hobbit-sized meal that lasted a good three hours, Amy and Pippin returned to Pippin's room.
Amy, promise me you won't forget me.
Pippin, I could never forget you. Ever. I love you too much, you'll be in my heart forever.
And I love you. I will return. I promise I will. Pippin went around the bed to Amy and took her in his arms. he said, his voice cracking. When I return, will you marry me? Amy looked up at him with a confused look in her large dark eyes. Then her face broke out into a smile.
Of course, Peregrin, of course. She was laughing now, hugging Pippin tightly while he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny golden ring.
I had this made the day you had to work. Pippin slid the ring around Amy's finger, and held her tighter to him.
It is not too late. Why don't we go find the others and tell them the news? Amy was excited, and could hardly contain herself.
Pippin said, happy to see Amy in such a good mood. They ran out into the hall and followed it to Frodo's room in the Healing Ward. As they had suspected, Sam and Merry were there as well.
Kind of late for visitors, don't you think? said Merry.
Well, yes, but Amy thought this couldn't wait.
What couldn't wait? Frodo entered the room, dressed in his night robes.
Amy held out her hand to the three hobbits. Though surprised, none of them looked too shocked at the sight of the ring, but they congratulated them both.
We could tell it was going to happen. We could see it in his eyes. Well, we followed him that day, too, so we knew where he was, Sam explained. It was his idea! He pointed at Merry, who smiled innocently.
How dare you accuse me of that! He tried to keep a straight face, but lost it at the end of his sentence. He burst into a round a laughter that was soon accompanied by the others.
Not long after that, Pippin and Amy returned to his room.
Oh Pippin, I'm so happy. Now I have no doubt that you will retu—, her words were cut off as Pippin pulled her tightly to him and kissed her deeper and more passionate than any of their previous kisses. This caught Amy off guard, but she quickly returned the kiss and it became more desperate every second. By the time they reached the bed, most of their clothes lined the path they had taken.
Sam and Merry were about to leave Frodo's room when they noticed Pippin's scarf laying over the back of a chair in a corner. Merry picked it up.
D'you think we should take it to him? Sam asked.
I don't think tonight would be the best night. Second last night in Rivendell, just asked a beautiful hobbit girl to marry him. Somehow I get the feeling he doesn't want to be interrupted tonight.
Merry! How could you be thinking such a thing, if you follow me. Sam looked aghast at Merry's train of thought.
No, Sam, I think Merry is right. Leave the scarf here. I will give it to him tomorrow. Besides, it is late. We shouldn't disturb them even if they could be disturbed. Frodo took the scarf from Merry and put it back over the chair.
You're right, Mr Frodo. Goodnight then, sir, Merry. Frodo nodded at Sam.
Goodnight Sam. We have a big journey starting tomorrow, Merry said Sam nodded and left, leaving Merry and Frodo in the room. Do you think we will return from this? he asked.
Well, we have to. Do you want to see Pippin's wedding or not? Frodo's eyes held a twinkle. Merry laughed.
I suppose you're right. Can you believe that the youngest of all of us will be married before us? Merry tried to conjure a genuine look of anger, but only came up with a grotesque contorted expression as he held in his laughter. Frodo started laughing along with him.
Well, I should be going, too, I suppose. Goodnight Frodo. Merry opened the door as Frodo climbed into the large bed.
Goodnight Merry. Don't worry about Pippin, he'll be fine. Merry closed the door behind him.
A/N: Okay, I seriously had no intention of doing that, but my fingers had a mind of their own, and it seemed appropriate. On another note, this is a PG-13 story, and I want it to remain that way. Besides, you all know what Pippin and Amy are doing. We've been expecting it for chapters. The reason it was not included earlier was that I wanted to preserve Pippin's youthful innocence (Ha!) and, well, most of you know what it's like. To be shy around your first boyfriend or girlfriend and be afraid to do anything to upset them. Well, that's what I wanted to get across in Pippin. Anyways, Sarah (SapphireMeriadocTook), I will definately have an epilogue to this story of what happens when they finally return to Rivendell. I haven't thought about it though, so it could be interesting. As for Took-Baggins, of course I noticed you! I check my Statistic page first thing when I sign on, and I read all of my reviews, cause you guys are amazing! Thanks for your awesome reviews, and keep them coming! Speaking of reviews, constructive criticism, ideas, and suggestions are always welcomed, and encouraged, but flames are not. You know the speech. Thank you again, and stay tuned for chapter 11 soon! -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane
