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And sorry about taking so long! I originally had four pages written, but I completely started over, with this idea that I liked better.
This one is purely Pippin and Diamond bonding. It's a bunch of wholesome Hobbit love, but nothing over PG, and nothing explicit or overly romantic. (only PG because Pippin has a nightmare, and he remembers some scary stuff.) I have to dedicate this to Orlisgothelf, who has been a wonderful reviewer, and gave me the idea for this chapter. So this one's for you, Orlisgothelf!
SPOILER ALERT!!!! When Diamond starts talking to Pippin, there are some spoilers, so watch out please, if you haven't read Return of the King, or Two Towers (there are book references to things that weren't in the movie) _____________________________________
I was sound asleep in my bedroom, dreaming of flower beds and pristine streams, and of elves, lots of elves. I had such a fascination with elves, and the Fair Folk, and since Pippin regrettably told me that I probably would never meet one (he said most had gone into the West) I satisfied my desire subconsciously, in dreams.
A beautiful maiden clad in glimmering robes of blue and silver had just put a large orchid in my hair, when an ear-splitting scream tore me from my slumber. I recognized the voice, no matter how frightened, to be Pippin's, but what could have possessed him to be so startled I didn't understand. I prayed that Pippin was alright, and that no harm had come to him.
Slipping out of bed, and running silently down the halls of the Great Smials, clad in naught but a woolen nightgown, I found my way to Pippin's room, where he was sitting bolt-upright in bed. His skin looked as pale as the Moon herself, and his eyes were rounder and larger than I had ever seen before. But when he saw me, he grinned weakly, as if trying to convince me that he was okay.
"Oh Diamond, sorry I woke you. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine, thank you. If you want, you can go back to sleep." Seeing that I was still upset, he added "but only if you want to". Instead of taking his offer, I sat down on the edge of his bed.
I had never seen Pippin without the both of us having had what some called "groom-time" and we must have both been a sight. Pippin's curls, which were normally unruly, were absolutely insubordinate, and my hair kept falling in my eyes and face, despite my attempts to tie it back.
"Pippin, what's wrong? You aren't fine, I can tell. I won't go back to sleep until you tell me why you screamed," I folded my arms across my chest stubbornly, "Besides, I am not tired anymore."
Pippin looked at his lap, and back at me. "I haven't told anyone this before, not Mum, not Da, not even Merry or Frodo. Especially not Merry." I started to say something, but he needed no coaxing.
"Diamond, I dreamt that I was back at the Black Gate of Mordor, with Strider, Legolas, Gimli. The only real battle I ever fought in, and I was almost killed. I know there were the skirmishes with orcs in Moria, and I witnessed the battle of the Pelennor Fields, but I was never really in a battle. I dreamt that I was crushed by a giant mountain troll, who suffocated me. All I could hear was Merry calling out "Bilbo's Eagles!" and Frodo was calling my name, but I couldn't see out of the blackness in which I was surrounded. Then I saw Gandalf, who came up to me. He called me a Fool of a Took, and disappeared down a narrow well. That's when I woke up and found myself sitting upright in bed. I suppose I was screaming in my sleep.
"The worst feeling possible, for anyone to have ever felt, was when I thought I killed Gandalf. Gandalf, wise, powerful strong Gandalf. No one could ever kill him, except for the Fool of a Took who couldn't keep his hands off a simple little stone. If I hadn't made so much noise, maybe Gandalf wouldn't have fallen off the bridge." Pippin sighed the sigh of one who was fighting off tears. He put his head in his hands and closed his eyes.
"But Gandalf didn't die," I protested. I couldn't understand why he was so upset.
"So you've heard the story of the Quest?" Pippin asked, peeking through moist eyelids. I grinned.
"There's no one that I know who hasn't heard of Nine-Fingered Frodo and the Ring of Doom. Or of the Fellowship of the Ring, as some choose to call it. Or the War of the Ring, or of the Quest of the Ring. It's all one and the same, isn't it?" Pippin nodded slowly.
"I suppose. When we left Rivendell, I told myself 'Pippin, if anything should ever chance to happen to Merry, Sam, or more importantly Frodo, you need to protect them as best that you can, you hear? You know very well that if anything should happen to Merry especially, that you wouldn't be able to go on.' I stuck by that as much as I could, the whole time.
"When I looked at that palantir, I never reckoned that I would have to leave Merry. I knew I shouldn't have looked, that naught but bad could come out of such an evil thing, but never in my wildest imaginations would I have dreamed that Gandalf would have taken me from Merry. When I saw the look on Merry's face the day afterwards, when Gandalf found me frozen over the palantir, I knew that Merry understood what would happen because of my foolishness." Pippin paused.
"Sometimes, Diamond, I have dreams. About what I saw, looking into the palantir. I dream that the eye of Sauron is looking at me. He asks me where the Ringbearer is, and I tell him I do not know. Then the eye flares out, as if in anger, and he asks again.(AN- I know this is different from the book, but I am taking "literary liberties") I say 'NO! NO!' and I hear Frodo tell me not to say where he and Sam are. The eye knows that I know, and he tells me again. Everything around me is black and desolate, and I find myself standing on the Tower of Mordor. When I don't tell anything, the Eye pushes me back somehow and I fall down towards the ground. I always wake up before I hit the ground, though."
"Pippin, what you went through, Lor (AN- I am not using the Lord's name in vain!) help us, no hobbit should have ever dreamed of. While you were suffering unspeakable torments and seeing things that the eyes of no other hobbit, save Merry, have seen, I was reveling my childhood away, in the meadows and forests of the Shire, with Estel and Ruby." I put my hand to his shoulder, in comfort to a pain he had not expressed in words, but through his eyes.
I looked out of the round window in Pippin's bedroom, to see light cascade in through the glass.
"Either we talked for much longer than I remember, or you woke me up much later than I remember," I said, smiling. Pippin, however, couldn't.
"Diamond, you don't think less of me now, do you?" Pippin looked almost scared, and I wondered where he could have gotten such an idea.
"No Pippin, of course not. I think the world of you, for having been such an important part of the Quest. Now, before you try and disclaim what I have said, I want you to hear me good, Mr Took. You cared nothing for yourself, but you cared the world for Merry, and Gandalf, I would presume. (Oh how I wish he hadn't gone into the West!) You, Peregrin Took, have the biggest heart of anyone I know."
"Oh Diamond, you don't know how relieved I am to hear you say that!" Pippin threw his arms around me, in rather bad timing, because at that precise moment, Pim decided to open the door. I heard a suggestive cough, and I turned out of Pippin's embrace to face a smiling Pim.
"If you want me to leave you two by yourselves for a moment, that is good and well. Mama just wanted me to tell you that first breakfast is ready, and that she expects you in the main eating-parlor at precisely eight o' clock," Pim giggled happily and skipped out of the room.
I leapt off of the bed, and grinned at Pippin.
"I'll race you to the parlor!" Pippin scrambled over to his chest-of- drawers (AN-Isn't that what a dresser is called?) and was already pulling on his day clothes as I bolted down the hall into my room, and tried to get dressed as fast as possible. I pulled on my camisole, underskirts, and then my white blouse, which reached my mid-thigh. I tied my yellow skirt on around my waist, which reached my shins, at the same time that I tied my apron on. I was still brushing my hair as I ran into the parlor, and found Pippin waiting for me.
"Glad you could show up, Diamond." Pippin grinned, and I rolled my eyes. He was still in his nightclothes, and his hair wasn't even brushed.
Sometimes, I didn't know what I was going to do with that boy.
And sorry about taking so long! I originally had four pages written, but I completely started over, with this idea that I liked better.
This one is purely Pippin and Diamond bonding. It's a bunch of wholesome Hobbit love, but nothing over PG, and nothing explicit or overly romantic. (only PG because Pippin has a nightmare, and he remembers some scary stuff.) I have to dedicate this to Orlisgothelf, who has been a wonderful reviewer, and gave me the idea for this chapter. So this one's for you, Orlisgothelf!
SPOILER ALERT!!!! When Diamond starts talking to Pippin, there are some spoilers, so watch out please, if you haven't read Return of the King, or Two Towers (there are book references to things that weren't in the movie) _____________________________________
I was sound asleep in my bedroom, dreaming of flower beds and pristine streams, and of elves, lots of elves. I had such a fascination with elves, and the Fair Folk, and since Pippin regrettably told me that I probably would never meet one (he said most had gone into the West) I satisfied my desire subconsciously, in dreams.
A beautiful maiden clad in glimmering robes of blue and silver had just put a large orchid in my hair, when an ear-splitting scream tore me from my slumber. I recognized the voice, no matter how frightened, to be Pippin's, but what could have possessed him to be so startled I didn't understand. I prayed that Pippin was alright, and that no harm had come to him.
Slipping out of bed, and running silently down the halls of the Great Smials, clad in naught but a woolen nightgown, I found my way to Pippin's room, where he was sitting bolt-upright in bed. His skin looked as pale as the Moon herself, and his eyes were rounder and larger than I had ever seen before. But when he saw me, he grinned weakly, as if trying to convince me that he was okay.
"Oh Diamond, sorry I woke you. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine, thank you. If you want, you can go back to sleep." Seeing that I was still upset, he added "but only if you want to". Instead of taking his offer, I sat down on the edge of his bed.
I had never seen Pippin without the both of us having had what some called "groom-time" and we must have both been a sight. Pippin's curls, which were normally unruly, were absolutely insubordinate, and my hair kept falling in my eyes and face, despite my attempts to tie it back.
"Pippin, what's wrong? You aren't fine, I can tell. I won't go back to sleep until you tell me why you screamed," I folded my arms across my chest stubbornly, "Besides, I am not tired anymore."
Pippin looked at his lap, and back at me. "I haven't told anyone this before, not Mum, not Da, not even Merry or Frodo. Especially not Merry." I started to say something, but he needed no coaxing.
"Diamond, I dreamt that I was back at the Black Gate of Mordor, with Strider, Legolas, Gimli. The only real battle I ever fought in, and I was almost killed. I know there were the skirmishes with orcs in Moria, and I witnessed the battle of the Pelennor Fields, but I was never really in a battle. I dreamt that I was crushed by a giant mountain troll, who suffocated me. All I could hear was Merry calling out "Bilbo's Eagles!" and Frodo was calling my name, but I couldn't see out of the blackness in which I was surrounded. Then I saw Gandalf, who came up to me. He called me a Fool of a Took, and disappeared down a narrow well. That's when I woke up and found myself sitting upright in bed. I suppose I was screaming in my sleep.
"The worst feeling possible, for anyone to have ever felt, was when I thought I killed Gandalf. Gandalf, wise, powerful strong Gandalf. No one could ever kill him, except for the Fool of a Took who couldn't keep his hands off a simple little stone. If I hadn't made so much noise, maybe Gandalf wouldn't have fallen off the bridge." Pippin sighed the sigh of one who was fighting off tears. He put his head in his hands and closed his eyes.
"But Gandalf didn't die," I protested. I couldn't understand why he was so upset.
"So you've heard the story of the Quest?" Pippin asked, peeking through moist eyelids. I grinned.
"There's no one that I know who hasn't heard of Nine-Fingered Frodo and the Ring of Doom. Or of the Fellowship of the Ring, as some choose to call it. Or the War of the Ring, or of the Quest of the Ring. It's all one and the same, isn't it?" Pippin nodded slowly.
"I suppose. When we left Rivendell, I told myself 'Pippin, if anything should ever chance to happen to Merry, Sam, or more importantly Frodo, you need to protect them as best that you can, you hear? You know very well that if anything should happen to Merry especially, that you wouldn't be able to go on.' I stuck by that as much as I could, the whole time.
"When I looked at that palantir, I never reckoned that I would have to leave Merry. I knew I shouldn't have looked, that naught but bad could come out of such an evil thing, but never in my wildest imaginations would I have dreamed that Gandalf would have taken me from Merry. When I saw the look on Merry's face the day afterwards, when Gandalf found me frozen over the palantir, I knew that Merry understood what would happen because of my foolishness." Pippin paused.
"Sometimes, Diamond, I have dreams. About what I saw, looking into the palantir. I dream that the eye of Sauron is looking at me. He asks me where the Ringbearer is, and I tell him I do not know. Then the eye flares out, as if in anger, and he asks again.(AN- I know this is different from the book, but I am taking "literary liberties") I say 'NO! NO!' and I hear Frodo tell me not to say where he and Sam are. The eye knows that I know, and he tells me again. Everything around me is black and desolate, and I find myself standing on the Tower of Mordor. When I don't tell anything, the Eye pushes me back somehow and I fall down towards the ground. I always wake up before I hit the ground, though."
"Pippin, what you went through, Lor (AN- I am not using the Lord's name in vain!) help us, no hobbit should have ever dreamed of. While you were suffering unspeakable torments and seeing things that the eyes of no other hobbit, save Merry, have seen, I was reveling my childhood away, in the meadows and forests of the Shire, with Estel and Ruby." I put my hand to his shoulder, in comfort to a pain he had not expressed in words, but through his eyes.
I looked out of the round window in Pippin's bedroom, to see light cascade in through the glass.
"Either we talked for much longer than I remember, or you woke me up much later than I remember," I said, smiling. Pippin, however, couldn't.
"Diamond, you don't think less of me now, do you?" Pippin looked almost scared, and I wondered where he could have gotten such an idea.
"No Pippin, of course not. I think the world of you, for having been such an important part of the Quest. Now, before you try and disclaim what I have said, I want you to hear me good, Mr Took. You cared nothing for yourself, but you cared the world for Merry, and Gandalf, I would presume. (Oh how I wish he hadn't gone into the West!) You, Peregrin Took, have the biggest heart of anyone I know."
"Oh Diamond, you don't know how relieved I am to hear you say that!" Pippin threw his arms around me, in rather bad timing, because at that precise moment, Pim decided to open the door. I heard a suggestive cough, and I turned out of Pippin's embrace to face a smiling Pim.
"If you want me to leave you two by yourselves for a moment, that is good and well. Mama just wanted me to tell you that first breakfast is ready, and that she expects you in the main eating-parlor at precisely eight o' clock," Pim giggled happily and skipped out of the room.
I leapt off of the bed, and grinned at Pippin.
"I'll race you to the parlor!" Pippin scrambled over to his chest-of- drawers (AN-Isn't that what a dresser is called?) and was already pulling on his day clothes as I bolted down the hall into my room, and tried to get dressed as fast as possible. I pulled on my camisole, underskirts, and then my white blouse, which reached my mid-thigh. I tied my yellow skirt on around my waist, which reached my shins, at the same time that I tied my apron on. I was still brushing my hair as I ran into the parlor, and found Pippin waiting for me.
"Glad you could show up, Diamond." Pippin grinned, and I rolled my eyes. He was still in his nightclothes, and his hair wasn't even brushed.
Sometimes, I didn't know what I was going to do with that boy.