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


Disclaimer:
We've heard it before. Anyone reading this is, no doubt, a fan of Lord of the Rings, and should know that we are only fans. We are very insignificant when it comes to big time movies. Except that we pay a shit load of money in consumer dollars. Well, most of you more than I do, cause I'm Canadian and our dollar is worth less than the American dollar. But anyways. I don't own anything except Amy and everything not in the Lord of the Rings. The plot, which you seem to think is pretty good, is mine, too. Everything else is copyrighted by JRR Tolkien, whoever owns his copyrights now, and New Line Cinema. So go ahead, read, and let me know what you think!

Chapter Thirteen
The Letter


The next few days journey was what Pippin would remember to be the easiest of their journey. The Fellowship covered a lot of ground, and Pippin's mood gradually cheered as his heart healed. Though he thought of Amy continuously, he only thought of the good things they had shared.

Amy was no better in Rivendell. Her thoughts were on Pippin, and she had considered many times writing to him and sending it with one of the birds. Elrond had quickly disallowed this, seeing as it may lead the enemy to their position. So instead she waited. News came slowly and infrequently, which hurt her even more. The stories that did make it back were horrific.

The elves in Rivendell had never seen anyone so distraught. Elves were generally very happy people, not having much to fear or much to worry about. So for them, to see this young hobbit-girl sobbing constantly, sitting on the same log every day, it made them become depressed as well. The mood of Rivendell, which was strained already due to the nature of the Fellowship and the state that Middle-Earth was in, fell to rock bottom.

Finally, a week before it was reported that the Fellowship would reach Caradhras, Elrond summoned Amy to his chambers.

My dear girl. Your suffering runs deep. Please do not despair, and hope for the best.

But I can't, she responded through staggered breaths. He left not knowing how I really felt! I wasn't mad at him for leaving. He'll die, never knowing that I love him!

I'm sure he does know, Amy.

How can he? I never even got to say goodbye! With this, Amy broke down once more in the chair she had hoisted herself into. Elrond knelt in front of the chair, and pulled Amy's hands away from her face. One of her hands was clenched into a tight fist, and gently prying it open, Elrond saw Pippin's gold ring.

Amy, if I allow you to send one letter with one of the birds, will you promise me to cheer up? These times have been hard on everyone, but we must not give up hope. There is time yet. They have not even reached the Pass of Caradhras yet. There is still time to get a letter to him, if the Eagles will consent to carrying it. Amy's sobs stopped, and she looked at him with wide eyes.

Really, Master Elrond? It is alright? Oh I promise you won't regret this decision. Thank you. This has already improved my mood. I must go write! She hugged Elrond tightly, and he set her down on the ground. She ran as fast as her hobbit legs would carry her to her room as she tried to plan out what she wanted to say.

When she actually sat down at her desk, a wave of thoughts came over her and she ended up writing blankly, with no point in mind. In the end, the letter was over two pages long, and when the parchment was folded, thick and heavy. She dropped a small amount of hot wax from her candle onto the paper and stamped it with her ring, which was emblazoned with the crest designed for her. It was a hill with a tree on top, with a ring of herbs around it and two tiny stars on either side. It was simple, yet represented her love of nature, her upbringing in Rivendell, and her roots as a hobbit. She knew Pippin would recognize it.

She walked through the boardwalk of Elrond's Hall, finally getting to his chamber, she knocked lightly on the door.



Lord Elrond? I have the letter. She walked in holding the thick letter tight to her breast. Elrond looked up from some scrolls and smiled warmly at her.

Very well. Leave it with me and I will send it off as soon as I am done with these parchments.

Yes, sir. She turned to leave when Elrond stopped her.





Please cheer up. The letter will get to him, and the bird I am sending will stay with him until he can write a reply. I am sending a note along to Gandalf about their journey, so you can be sure it will reach him. I believe I've let you grieve long enough, but you still have work to do. Can I trust you to get caught up?

Yes, sir.

Good. Smile for me, I want to be sure. His eyes twinkled, and Amy showed the bright smile she was known for.

Very good. Now get to work, he said warmly, but seriously, and Amy, already in a better mood, left Elrond and returned to her room. She gathered up the work shirts that needed repairing, her needles and threads, and went back to the same log and started working.

The elves noticed from this point a significant improvement in her attitude. She would speak and joke with them, occasionally singing with them during meals, and diligently working. There were still times, though, where her eyes contained a great sadness, especially when anything of the Fellowship was mentioned. She quickly regained her composure, excused herself from where ever she happened to be, and went to her room and wept.

Such routine carried on for three weeks, until one day when Amy returned to her room to find a folded piece of parchment on her bed. It was dirty, with spots of blood every now and then, and charred edges. She ripped through the seal which was not marked with anything, and began to read.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update guys. If you've read my other stories, you'll already know that I've been incredibly busy with soccer. Tonight is actually the second night in a week that I've had off from soccer. So I've had no time to write at all. So I hope you enjoyed this. I don't like letting you guys in on things, but seeing as how I don't like cliffhangers at all, I'll tell you that that letter was from Pippin (how subtle...) and next chapter is about Pippin's reaction to her letter and him writing his. So it's kind of a simultaneous thing. The chapters will be on a similar timeline, and we'll read Amy's reaction in a couple chapters. I think. It hasn't been written yet and I don't really have much of a plan. It'll work out. Also, if you do read my other stories, Lonerism and Ringer, you may be interested to know that they HAVE NOT BEEN DELETED. They are still here, and you can still review them. I guess since they were in the section they couldn't be deleted. So, read, enjoy, and review this story. Constructive criticism and ideas are encouraged and welcomed, flames are completely pointless. You know my opinion on flames: telling a person they suck does not make them any better. Anyways, after you're done reviewing this, go read my other stories! Thanks! -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane