Sorry it took so long to update, but here's the next chapter.
Pippin took the letter, and the Gondorian left, mounting his horse as several hobbits stopped to stare. Pippin read the letter quietly, but when he was done, he didn't look too pleased.
"I'm leaving," he told everyone that night during dinner, "King Elessar, Strider, has gone missing."
No one said anything. Then -"I'm coming." Said Tiru suddenly. "I knew about this. I am meant to go."
Only Pippin knew what this meant-the elves thought she should go.
"I can't allow you too. You're too young, and.." Pippin stopped suddenly, "you're a girl."
Tiru stood up angrily. "So what? That has nothing to do with it! And I'll bet I'm more skilled with weapons than you yourself are!"
In a quiet, final tone, Pippin, though he knew he was breaking her heart, said, "No. You are not coming."
The rest of the family said nothing.
The next morning, Tuliere went to the elves and told them what had happened.
"You will disguise yourself and go along." Said one of them. And that was that.
The next day, Pippin left for Rivendell. He was to meet Merry at the inn. When he arrived, Merry was already there, and across from him, sat another figure, too heavily hooded to see their features. The hobbit was wearing rather odd clothing-a long sleeved silk shirt buttoned down the middle and pants, both easy to move around in. Around his face (for he had introduced himself to Merry already) was a scarf, covering half his face. He had, under the cloak he wore, several weapons neither of the hobbits had ever seen.
"Who's your friend 'ere Merry?" Pippin asked upon arrival.
"I am Arvarad." The scarf muffled the voice somewhat.
"Hello, then Arv-Ava-um, can I call you something easier?" Pippin said, after stumbling over the name.
"Varad, then." He answered.
"Varad, I am Peregrin Took, though I am generally called Pippin."
"Yes, so I have heard from your friend Merry."
As Arvarad contented himself with his drink, Pippin leaned closer to Merry and whispered.
"Merry, how do you know you can trust this Varad?" Pippin whispered silently.
"The elves introduced him to me. You can trust the elves I believe. They wanted me to take him along."
Varad suddenly spoke up. "I think it is time we left." As Varad stood, Pippin suddenly realized how childlike his stature was. But he said nothing, as he trusted the elves very much. "We are going to Gondor, and are you aware there are still orcs in existence?"
"Yes. I am." Must trust the elves, Pippin thought. The muffled voice sounded familiar.
"Good. I have brought horses." Varad said.
"Horses?!" said Pippin, "You've got to be crazy! We're hobbits! How can we ride a horse?"
"You'll learn." Varad answered.
"Yeah..sure." Pip shook his head in doubt.
Outside, three grand horses stood ready. Varad easily climbed into the saddle of a black, graceful mare. He grabbed on to the reins and with great skill, managed to use it as ladder to climb into the saddle.
Neither Merry or Pippin thought they could complete this feat, but Merry stood atop a crate and from there managed to get atop the horse. Pip doing the same.
As the horses suddenly lurched forward, Pippin toppled off, landing in the mud. Things were not going well.
"Darn beast..." muttered Pippin.
Well, if I get enough reviews, I should be posting the next chapter soon. I've hoped by now everyone has figured out that Arvarad is Tuilere.
Pippin took the letter, and the Gondorian left, mounting his horse as several hobbits stopped to stare. Pippin read the letter quietly, but when he was done, he didn't look too pleased.
"I'm leaving," he told everyone that night during dinner, "King Elessar, Strider, has gone missing."
No one said anything. Then -"I'm coming." Said Tiru suddenly. "I knew about this. I am meant to go."
Only Pippin knew what this meant-the elves thought she should go.
"I can't allow you too. You're too young, and.." Pippin stopped suddenly, "you're a girl."
Tiru stood up angrily. "So what? That has nothing to do with it! And I'll bet I'm more skilled with weapons than you yourself are!"
In a quiet, final tone, Pippin, though he knew he was breaking her heart, said, "No. You are not coming."
The rest of the family said nothing.
The next morning, Tuliere went to the elves and told them what had happened.
"You will disguise yourself and go along." Said one of them. And that was that.
The next day, Pippin left for Rivendell. He was to meet Merry at the inn. When he arrived, Merry was already there, and across from him, sat another figure, too heavily hooded to see their features. The hobbit was wearing rather odd clothing-a long sleeved silk shirt buttoned down the middle and pants, both easy to move around in. Around his face (for he had introduced himself to Merry already) was a scarf, covering half his face. He had, under the cloak he wore, several weapons neither of the hobbits had ever seen.
"Who's your friend 'ere Merry?" Pippin asked upon arrival.
"I am Arvarad." The scarf muffled the voice somewhat.
"Hello, then Arv-Ava-um, can I call you something easier?" Pippin said, after stumbling over the name.
"Varad, then." He answered.
"Varad, I am Peregrin Took, though I am generally called Pippin."
"Yes, so I have heard from your friend Merry."
As Arvarad contented himself with his drink, Pippin leaned closer to Merry and whispered.
"Merry, how do you know you can trust this Varad?" Pippin whispered silently.
"The elves introduced him to me. You can trust the elves I believe. They wanted me to take him along."
Varad suddenly spoke up. "I think it is time we left." As Varad stood, Pippin suddenly realized how childlike his stature was. But he said nothing, as he trusted the elves very much. "We are going to Gondor, and are you aware there are still orcs in existence?"
"Yes. I am." Must trust the elves, Pippin thought. The muffled voice sounded familiar.
"Good. I have brought horses." Varad said.
"Horses?!" said Pippin, "You've got to be crazy! We're hobbits! How can we ride a horse?"
"You'll learn." Varad answered.
"Yeah..sure." Pip shook his head in doubt.
Outside, three grand horses stood ready. Varad easily climbed into the saddle of a black, graceful mare. He grabbed on to the reins and with great skill, managed to use it as ladder to climb into the saddle.
Neither Merry or Pippin thought they could complete this feat, but Merry stood atop a crate and from there managed to get atop the horse. Pip doing the same.
As the horses suddenly lurched forward, Pippin toppled off, landing in the mud. Things were not going well.
"Darn beast..." muttered Pippin.
Well, if I get enough reviews, I should be posting the next chapter soon. I've hoped by now everyone has figured out that Arvarad is Tuilere.