Pippin's Rivendell
By Jocelyne Pipe
a.k.a
Two Methyloctane
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I'm 16, in high school, getting prepared to go to university in a year. Therefore, I have no money. Therefore, I don't own anything of any significant value other than my iMac. Besides, would we like to own something of Lord of the Rings' importance? That's too much of a responsibility for me. That being said, you should know that I own nothing of this, except the plot and all characters not in the original Lord of the Rings, which is owned in some form by JRR Tolkien, and New Line Cinemas own the visuals. But enough of this crap. You people wanted the story, so here's the story. Read, enjoy, and review!
Chapter Fourteen
Eagle Post
The Fellowship was resting, hidden in a small outcropping of rocks and trees when three large eagles flew overhead. They did not bother to hide, for Gandalf had assured them the Eagles despised Sauron and was a friend.
The largest of the three landed before Gandalf, the other two on either side like guards, and he began to speak to Gandalf in a strange language highlighted by many screeches and chirps. He deposited something into Gandalf's hands before saying a few last words and leaving. Gandalf looked at what Pippin saw was two separate rolls of parchment, and broke the seal on the smaller one. His expression changed, and he glanced at the other parchment.
Gandalf, what is it? Pippin asked of the wizard.
Oh, it is nothing much. Just a letter from Elrond reminding us of our various options when we reach Caradhras in a couple days.
Then what is that second parchment?
That, my dear Took, is for you. Pippin's eyes shot open in surprise, and he rushed to Gandalf in order to receive his mail. Turning the folded parchment in his in fingers, and saw a green seal on the back. He stared at it curiously before he remembered it was the same seal beside the door of Amy's room. At that moment, all the memories of their fight, her giving his ring back, all that came back to him, and with a trembling hand broke the seal.
The letter itself was over two sheets of parchment long, and the ink had run in spots. Pippin supposed Amy must have been crying while she wrote. He read through it slowly so that he didn't miss anything. It was hard to follow because Amy obviously was just writing as she thought of things, but it made Pippin concentrate on what she was saying. By the end, he himself had tears in his eyes.
Dearest Pippin, Please forgive me for how I acted towards you. I never meant to act the way I did, I was just so worried about you. I'm also sorry that I could not say goodbye to you. I was there when you left, and I wanted very much to say goodbye. It has been terrible here knowing that you left without knowing how I truly feel. I love you, Pippin, and I accept your ring again, and when you return, I expect the largest wedding the Shire has ever seen! Elrond said the Eagles will stay until you get a chance to write back, and I want to know how you are. I need to know you are still safe. I love you, Pippin, and I wish you luck, where ever you end up. With all my heart, Amy.
This of course was not the entire letter. Amy spent a great deal of the letter telling about what had been happening in Rivendell and how things had changed since the Fellowship left. She also spent a lot of time telling Pippin how worried she had been, but a lot of it was incomprehensible amongst the tear stains and jumping around from topic to topic.
Sam and Merry had been practicing sword fighting when they saw Pippin get the letter. They watched as his face went from a look of astonishment, to realization, and a montage of unconscious emotions as he read the letter. They kept their distance until they saw him drop the letter and break down, sobbing. Then they went over to him intending to comfort him, but when Pippin looked at them, they saw his tears were not tears of despair, but tears of joy.
She loves me! She said she'd marry me! She's not angry at me! He started laughing, tears still streaming down his face. Sam and Merry both burst out laughing at their young friend, and exchanged a look of I told you so.
You fool of a Took! Of course she still loves you! With that irresistible Tookish charm, how could she not? Merry winked at Pippin, which caused him to back up in mock terror before laughing.
You see Pippin, Sam was more of the calming type, all she needed was some time to realize that she wasn't thinking rationally. We were all starting to lose it by the end, if you follow me, and I doubt that is the worst of it. They ended up talking for a long time, and Sam and Merry were happy to see Pippin acting his usual, talkative self, until an annoyed click came from one of the eagle guards.
Oh! I must write back to Amy! Please forgive me. With that he brought out a small bottle of ink and a quill from his pack and found the flattest rock in the area.
Pippin wrote as fast as he could, and after filling up a sheet of paper, folded it and quickly sealed it with one of the candles. He pushed his ring, which had his family emblem engraved on it, into the quickly cooling wax and handed it to the eagle, who clicked his beak again and left. Pippin followed the bird until it became a speck, and Aragorn's voice pierced the sky.
A/N: Well, there you go. Another chapter in this fic. Sorry it's taken so long to update. The dreaded little insect known as reality caught up with me, and I've been tied down every single night with either soccer or homework. On the plus side, my team did win our first game against the team I used to play for, which is a good revenge victory. Anyways, if you liked this chapter, let me know! I write for you guys, and if I don't know what you want, or how you feel, then I can't write as well. So let me know and I'll have an easier time writing, which means more updates! Constructive criticism, ideas, and suggestions are always welcomed, flames are unwanted and stupid in their very nature. On a quick note, if any of you are fans of my Domific Ringer, well, it's the first of my two actor fics to be extinguished by FanFiction.net. If you want to stay updated with this story, email at two_methyloctane@hotmail.com, and I'll send you additional chapters. It's also posted on Out of Middle Earth (www.freewebz.com/cutefaramir). Anyways, let me know what you think, and I'll get a new chapter up as soon as I can. -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane
