Part Three: Pippin Took
I heard Merry leave a few minutes ago. I figure he wants to be alone, so I leave him be. Instead, I sit in front of the fireplace, where he was minutes ago, and warm myself up.
I've never dealt with death like this before. I've seen many old relatives pass along, of course, but they were past one hundred years. they'd had long lives, long, wonderful lives. Frodo wasn't exactly a young sprout, as my dear mother would say, but he was much too young to go through any of that.
I think Gandalf thinks that I'm still young and naïve and will have trouble dealing with it. I could see it in his looks before he left - pity. I don't need pity. I'm not naïve, and as much as I don't like admitting it, I think that maybe it was for the best.
Frodo never would have been able to fully enjoy life as he had before. He had nightmares, he was always sick. that's not living. That's just being.
I don't think anyone else really understands that I get that, though. I don't even think Merry thinks I can handle things like this, I don't think he thinks that I get stuff like this. I do. I've had great friends to look up to. I've had great teachers in life.
I wish I would have been able to say good bye to him, though. I wish I could have been there, and told him what it meant to me to be able to travel with him in the Fellowship. to learn from his example. and to thank him for always thinking me fit when no one else would believe in me.
The fire hisses and crackles, casting dark shadows all over the room. It sends shudder up my spine. no one knew shadows like Frodo Baggins knew shadows. It's an odd way to remember a person, by shadows, but it seems oddly right for Frodo. I
I realize my eyes are wet again, and I wipe away at them. I don't want to cry over Frodo anymore. I just want to remember him with happiness and love, not sadness.
No more tears.
I think I can hear someone approaching. must be Merry, back from his walk. I straighten up in my chair and wipe my eyes one last time.
Farewell, cousin Frodo..
END
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A/N: Originally, I had plotted this out for all the main characters, but I think, now that I've (FINALLY) wrote Pippin's POV, that I'm going to leave it at the three hobbits. It feels right to me to end it here, and that's what I'm doing.
Wow, it's been over a year since I wrote the first two chapters. I'm sure this third chapter wasn't worth the wait, but I needed to find closure with this long-unfinished story. --Liz
I heard Merry leave a few minutes ago. I figure he wants to be alone, so I leave him be. Instead, I sit in front of the fireplace, where he was minutes ago, and warm myself up.
I've never dealt with death like this before. I've seen many old relatives pass along, of course, but they were past one hundred years. they'd had long lives, long, wonderful lives. Frodo wasn't exactly a young sprout, as my dear mother would say, but he was much too young to go through any of that.
I think Gandalf thinks that I'm still young and naïve and will have trouble dealing with it. I could see it in his looks before he left - pity. I don't need pity. I'm not naïve, and as much as I don't like admitting it, I think that maybe it was for the best.
Frodo never would have been able to fully enjoy life as he had before. He had nightmares, he was always sick. that's not living. That's just being.
I don't think anyone else really understands that I get that, though. I don't even think Merry thinks I can handle things like this, I don't think he thinks that I get stuff like this. I do. I've had great friends to look up to. I've had great teachers in life.
I wish I would have been able to say good bye to him, though. I wish I could have been there, and told him what it meant to me to be able to travel with him in the Fellowship. to learn from his example. and to thank him for always thinking me fit when no one else would believe in me.
The fire hisses and crackles, casting dark shadows all over the room. It sends shudder up my spine. no one knew shadows like Frodo Baggins knew shadows. It's an odd way to remember a person, by shadows, but it seems oddly right for Frodo. I
I realize my eyes are wet again, and I wipe away at them. I don't want to cry over Frodo anymore. I just want to remember him with happiness and love, not sadness.
No more tears.
I think I can hear someone approaching. must be Merry, back from his walk. I straighten up in my chair and wipe my eyes one last time.
Farewell, cousin Frodo..
END
.
A/N: Originally, I had plotted this out for all the main characters, but I think, now that I've (FINALLY) wrote Pippin's POV, that I'm going to leave it at the three hobbits. It feels right to me to end it here, and that's what I'm doing.
Wow, it's been over a year since I wrote the first two chapters. I'm sure this third chapter wasn't worth the wait, but I needed to find closure with this long-unfinished story. --Liz
