Pippin's Rivendell
By Jocelyne Pipe
a.k.a
Two Methyloctane
Disclaimer: I'm a sixteen year-old Canadian. Do you really think I own anything important? In this story, only Amy and the plot belong to me. Everything else belongs to whoever owns JRR Tolkiens estate, and New Line Cinema, who owns the movie rights. And we all know the New Line has more to do with this than JRR Tolkien, because if they hadn't made the movie, I wouldn't've read the book, and I wouldn't've started generating ideas in my head. Just a couple quick notes before I begin. The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring DVD comes out in August, I think, and it's supposed to have six additional hours of extra footage, behind the scenes stuff and whatnot. I'm looking forward to it. From what I've read, it'll have expanded scenes from Rivendell (which might ruin this story if it shows what Pippin did), the departure from Lothlorien, and the Beer Song! I love the beer song. Except I'm kind of confused about the last couple of lines, so if anyone knows them, please let me know. Finally, it would be too predictable for this chapter to be happy, so it's not. Please read and review!
Chapter Twelve
The Departure
The weather in Rivendell was a stark contrast to the mood. The day itself was bright, the sky cloudless, and the waterfall and river sparkling. None of this had any effect on the inhabitants and guests of Rivendell. They were all somber as they went through the final preparations for the Fellowships departure.
Equipment was being inventoried, rations were stored as carefully as possible, Bill the pony was being saddled and packed, and Elrond was giving last minute instructions to those who asked, all while the Fellowship did nothing except wait for their impending journey, from which they might not return.
Frodo was as healed as he would get, and could move as well as any of them. This had brought him great joy over the week he had been mobile, but now the light in his eyes had faded, and he almost looked his age. His neck was bent, and he was leaning forward on his knees as he sat, almost as if the weight of the Ring was pulling him down. He watched everything with rapt attention, but said nothing and was not spoken to.
Merry and Sam were no different. Sam puttered around, making sure he had everything, then immediately double-checking, going though mental lists, and packing Bill while grumbling about a lack of room for his pots. Merry was staring into space, his mouth in a frown, which was quite surprising to see considering it was almost always a smile. Though he was still relatively young, the lack of his usual bright eyes and laughing smile aged his features by thirty years.
Legolas was speaking in rapid, eloquent Elvish to Elrond's sons, but despite the pace, the tone was dark, and none could catch it's meaning. Aragorn was engaged in quiet conversation with Arwen, before he turned as she left and started talking to Gandalf. Boromir was also talking to Gandalf, and Gimli was being given a gift, an axe, from his father.
Pippin sat by himself, separated from the group. He held a handkerchief of Amy's that he had taken a few nights before, as a token. The ring he had left at Amy's bedside, with a note.
Dearest Amarantha, it said. I still do not entirely understand your actions, but I hope, with all my heart, that you reconsider. I am sorry for everything I have done to hurt you, but, if you will have me, please accept this ring once again. I promised you I would return to you, and to that I hold true. I will be back, and I sincerely hope that my return will not be in vain. I love you more than you can imagine. With all my heart, Peregrin.
Amy had not shown up at the departure, and Pippin was very depressed. Either she had not found the note, or she did not want his ring. He tried to force these thoughts out of his mind, but to no avail. The others saw his obvious suffering, and kept their distance, not wanting to add to the trouble.
What Pippin didn't know was that Amy was there. She was not at the gate through which the Fellowship would leave, but on a balcony overlooking it. Pippin's downcast eyes and hunched shoulders brought a stab of pain through her heart, but she did nothing. She clutched Pippin's letter and ring in her hand, but only held them. She made no move to put the ring on, or rush down to bid him farewell, she only stood stoically, not really watching anything.
Finally, at ten that morning, the Fellowship said their final goodbyes and left through the gate. The sky had almost sensed their emotions, and within the space of an hour, the sky was dark grey, with deep clouds. Birds had stopped singing, and even the beautiful sound of the waterfall sounded threatening. Amy had not moved from her position, and did not feel tears rush to her eyes as she saw Pippin leave.
Pippin was utterly and completely depressed. He had not said goodbye to anyone save Elrond, because he only knew one other person in Rivendell. He sighed and took one final look at Rivendell before it faded, and could almost see Amy's outline, standing alone at the balcony. He turned, thinking he was imagining, and left Rivendell with a heavy heart.
A/N: I told you it wouldn't be a happy chapter. That would be too easy. I have big plans for this story, but I don't know if it will be included in this or written as a sequel. I know for sure that this will have a few more chapters, because it does get happier. I hate seeing Pippin sad as much as you guys do. I love Pippin! I don't want to hurt him. So don't worry. Pippin will be happy again soon. Stay tuned. I may not be able to update as much as possible. I've started training full time for soccer again, which takes up four nights a week. Pile my homework on top of that, and I'm pretty busy. But I hope to get a s much writing done as possible. Also, read my other two stories before they're deleted, Ringer and Lonerism. Both are actor fics, Ringer starring Dominic Monaghan and Elijah starring Elijah Wood. I'm sending them to www.freewebz.com/cutefaramir as soon as possible, so that's where they'll be from now on. Go read them, I've heard they're pretty good. Lonerism especially has been getting great reviews. But before you do that, review this story, and let me know what you think. This is going nowhere, so you can stay tuned here. Thanks! -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane
