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


Disclaimer: Alright. It's been about a week since I last updated, but I promise this chapter is a good one. Hopefully. That's for you to decide though. The only thing in this story that I own is Amy. Everything else belongs to the estate of JRR Tolkien, his family, and New Line Cinema. They don't own the characters, but they do own the movie rights, which is practically the same. While I've got your attention now, cause at the end you're gonna be crying, I might as well tell you that I have a new fic, a Dominic Monaghan fic, called Ringer that you should read and review before it gets deleted from FanFiction.net's stupid actor fic policy. The same goes for my Elijah Wood fic, Lonerism, but that has been saved by Katie Pie and can be found at ejwfanfiction.deep-ice.net. Thanks Katie Pie! Anyways, please read and review this story for now, without further ado...

Chapter Ten
The Last Night


The Fellowship's last day in Rivendell past far too quickly for any of their liking. Most of the day had been spent in the Council area, going over maps and plans and inventory for the journey. Pippin, much to his dismay, was practically pushed to these meetings by Amy.

If you plan on returning, Mr. Took, and I assume you will be because you can't break your promise to me, you will have to be prepared for this sort of mission, quest, thing, she had told him that morning, quoting his line from the Council earlier that week.

Reluctantly, Pippin had agreed and spent the day in council, staring blankly at the maps passed in front of him. Any questions asked of him he only gave an empty nod, pretending to have heard the question. All of his thoughts were on Amy. How could she be so strong when I have to leave on this journey?

Indeed, Amy's encouragement was not what he expected. He had thought she would be upset at his decision to join the Fellowship, instead, he found her more enthusiastic than he.

Amy walked nervously around her room. After she had left the council area after dragging Pippin there, she had returned with the intention of doing some of the work that had been piling up since Pippin had arrived.

But the pile of torn workshirts and trousers of the many elves at Rivendell had been left almost untouched. Amy found it very hard to concentrate on anything else. She hated herself for actually telling Pippin to go. Of course he was going to be killed. A journey to Mordor isn't complete without a death, she thought bitterly. Then she thought of the previous night. She fingered the ring as she remembered what they had shared. Looking back, she realized it was a terrible mistake and, at the same time, a terrible blessing. If Pippin was killed, she would be drowned in a sea of depression at the loss of someone now closer to her than ever before, but also, if he was killed, she had that memory of him. These thoughts were a tempest in her mind, and she left her room in frustration at her conscience and tried to find something to occupy her mind.

The end of the day came too swiftly for either of them. Pippin left the council laden with parchment and returned to his room. He was not surprised not to have found Amy there, and went to her room after leaving the papers in his room and packing his bags.

Pippin pushed open the door to Amy's room, and found it empty. Pippin searched the rooms, and after curiously finding them empty as well, went to the dining hall. Amy was not to be found there either, and so Pippin spent a great deal of time searching the House of Elrond in search of her.

After a few hours of this, Pippin grew worried. He sighed and gave up, and decided to take a walk through the garden him and Amy had walked through the day they met.

Pippin was lost in his thoughts when he heard a soft, staggered sound ahead on the path. Curious, he walked forward and found Amy sobbing on the log they had sat.

Pippin asked hesitantly. No answer came from her. Not even a sign came from her, not a startled jump, not a look, nothing to let him even know she had noticed him. Pippin's heart immediately filled with a great sadness, and to him, felt like it had dropped to the bottom of his stomach. He sat down beside her and took her into his arms, not bothering to ask what was wrong, for they both knew.

After what felt like an eternity to Pippin, Amy turned and looked at him.



Please don't go. Amy's big eyes were filled with such sadness and pleading, that Pippin wanted to stay. But he knew his place.

Amy, you know I can't. I've already given myself to the Fellowship.

You've also given yourself to me. Does this mean nothing to you? She took off the ring he had given her and held it in her hand. What does this mean to you? She had started to get angry, and Pippin was lost for words.

Amy, I– I thought you wanted me to go with the Fellowship. You pushed me into it. I would've stayed here with you forever, but you told me to go.

Pippin, I love you more than anything in this world. You can't just leave me here in safety while you go flitting about Middle Earth on this deadly mission. Pippin, you will be killed. There is no way to get in and out of Mordor and retain either your life or your wits. You will lose one or the other.

I have to go. I promised that I would, and now it is too late. We're leaving tomorrow morning, Amy. Please don't make leaving here any harder than it already has to be. You know I love you Amy. And I will return, with my wits and my life about me. Pippin had had a sudden surge of courage as he said these words, and though this girl meant more to him than life itself, he knew what he had to do. I may not be the brightest, or strongest, or fastest of the Fellowship, but I have to do what I can. Please understand, Amy.

I do understand. This mission means more to you than me. Amy's tears had dried up, though her eyes were still red and puffy as she placed the thin gold ring into Pippin's hand, and gracefully turned and ran away. A short distance away, while Pippin sat staring at the Ring, he heard a pained sob echo through the night. Pippin had heard the pain and suffering contained in this sound, and his courage failed him, and his head fell to his knees as he starting weeping.

A/N: Anyone crying yet? God, I can't believe I'd do that to Pippin. I love Pippin! Next chapter will be the Fellowships departure from Rivendell, so stay tuned for that. Fortunately, this is not an actor fic, so I don't have to worry about the deletion deadline, so please stay with me. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. I'm sorry to throw so much angst and whatnot in at one time, but it was getting too happy-go-lucky. I won't tell you what happens. I don't even really know, cause I don't have much planned, and less written. Which is none, so you can imagine how much I actually have planned for the upcoming chapters. Thank you for all your kind reviews, and keep them coming, because I love reading your comments. They're a tremendous motivator for me. Constructive criticism and ideas are encouraged, welcomed, and considered, but flames are useless space and have no place on anyone's review boards. Also, if you like this, go read my other stories. I've heard they're pretty good, but if you don't like actor fics, they're not for you. Just go to my profile and find them. Thank you and stay tuned for more in a few days. Hopefully. -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane