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Pippin lay his head upon Merry's chest. The only sounds that could now be heard in the room were Pippins harsh sobs. He knew he had to be brave, but he didn't know how he would be able to do it without the help of his older cousin, best friend, nearly brother. He felt Merry's chest move up and down as he breathed and it helped Pip calm down a little, but he continued to cry. Somehow, it made everything horrible in his life better and less confusing for those few blissful moments.
The world was spinning for Pippin. Nothing that had happened in the last 24 hours, maybe the last year, had made much sense for such a young hobbit. The main things that kept him going were to prove himself, knowing that he had to help Frodo in the quest that he was so inhumanely chosen to complete, and the help of his mentor Meriadoc.
A knock came at the door, and Pippin straightened up, still sniffing, trying to stop himself from breaking into sobs again.
"Wh-who is it?" he asked, his voice deeply weighed down with the sadness unfairly brought upon him.
"It is I Peregrin, may I come in?" he asked politely, and without the usual tenseness in his voice.
"Yes, just a minute," Pippin muttered, wiping away the signs of his crying upon his face, his eyes still pink.
Gandalf walked through the door, and took in the site in the room he had just entered. Meriadoc was set upon a rather large bed for a Hobbit and he looked quite small and feeble in the bed. Pippin was sitting on a chair, large for the young hobbit, just high enough so he could look upon his cousin's face and hold his one good hand. He could not see Pippin's face but he knew he had been crying, the traces of his tears on Merry's shirt and the sniffing he had heard outside the door. He felt a pang of guilt for this sad scene. Not to long ago had these two been creating average mischief together in the Shire, unknown to how horrible the world outside could really be.
"How are you Gandalf?" Pippin asked quietly, not tearing his eyes away from Merry's calm face.
"How could he ask me how I was when I should be asking him the same, he has been through so much in the last 24 hours!" Gandalf thought, but only replied "Fine, my dear Hobbit, and you?"
"I'm alright." Pippin mumbled, not sure if Gandalf heard him in his moment of weakness a little ago.
"How is he?" asked Gandalf, motioning toward Merry. He had an idea that he wouldn't have changed at all, maybe gone a little further away from them but he thought that he would ask anyway, trying to get Pippin to talk a little more. It wasn't too long ago when nobody could get Pippin to stop talking.
"No better, no worse," Pippin replied, eyes tearing again. He couldn't cry in front of Gandalf, he had to act more mature!
Gandalf walked up next to Pippin and took a look at Merry. He was getting paler and paler, falling into shadow more. They had to do something soon, or he surely would die. He couldn't tell Pippin that though, he could never know how close his cousin was to death. It would probably break the small hobbits fragile soul.
"What if he did die?" Gandalf thought to himself, not daring to mention the thought out loud. Would Pippin be long to follow? I've never seen the two apart from one another before we ended leaving Merry and the others behind. If Merry were to pass on, Pippin may die and Frodo and Sam may not be able to pull him out of the sadness he was drowning himself in.
Gandalf pulled himself back into reality, and set his large hand upon Pippins small shoulder, though he had gotten bigger in the last months, very large for a hobbit indeed.
He could feel Pippin start with the touch of his hand, which made Gandalf a little uneasy. How on edge was Pippin since this happened? Had he gotten any sleep at all for a few days? Gandalf could feel that Pippin was on the verge of tears once again, and he pitied the poor hobbit. Nobody should have to go for this, and this was probably the hardest year in his young life.
Pippin was trying so incredibly hard to hold in the tears, desperately trying to seep out of his closed eyelids, but he couldn't. His face turned into two miniature waterfalls, starting at his eyes and going down to his chin and dripping onto the bed. Gandalf could feel his body shake as the sobs over took him.
Pippin stood up from the chair he was in and welcomed Gandalf's hug. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but it couldn't be helped, he was so miserable that his body hurt with the pain inside him. His body racked with sobs, he dug his face into Gandalf's large robes and let the tears fall.
Gandalf held him in his arms, rocking him slightly. Every now and then whispering kind phrases, like, "Don't worry, it will all be okay." and "Its all right, Merry will be fine." His pity for Peregrin grew as he felt how tense and scared the small hobbit was.
"I'm, I'm so sc-scared f-for him Gandalf!" Pippin whispered just loudly enough for Gandalf's ears to pick it up.
"It will all be fine," Gandalf announced, closing his eyes.
Pippin's sobs quieted down, and became a small whimper every now and again. His breathing slowed from quick sharp breaths so slow and sleepy. He let Gandalf rock him back and forth slowly till the motion put him into a quiet and uneasy sleep.
Gandalf set him in the chair beside Merry's bed, took one last look at the scene of the two hobbits, and walked out of the room, his robe blowing behind him.
Pippin lay his head upon Merry's chest. The only sounds that could now be heard in the room were Pippins harsh sobs. He knew he had to be brave, but he didn't know how he would be able to do it without the help of his older cousin, best friend, nearly brother. He felt Merry's chest move up and down as he breathed and it helped Pip calm down a little, but he continued to cry. Somehow, it made everything horrible in his life better and less confusing for those few blissful moments.
The world was spinning for Pippin. Nothing that had happened in the last 24 hours, maybe the last year, had made much sense for such a young hobbit. The main things that kept him going were to prove himself, knowing that he had to help Frodo in the quest that he was so inhumanely chosen to complete, and the help of his mentor Meriadoc.
A knock came at the door, and Pippin straightened up, still sniffing, trying to stop himself from breaking into sobs again.
"Wh-who is it?" he asked, his voice deeply weighed down with the sadness unfairly brought upon him.
"It is I Peregrin, may I come in?" he asked politely, and without the usual tenseness in his voice.
"Yes, just a minute," Pippin muttered, wiping away the signs of his crying upon his face, his eyes still pink.
Gandalf walked through the door, and took in the site in the room he had just entered. Meriadoc was set upon a rather large bed for a Hobbit and he looked quite small and feeble in the bed. Pippin was sitting on a chair, large for the young hobbit, just high enough so he could look upon his cousin's face and hold his one good hand. He could not see Pippin's face but he knew he had been crying, the traces of his tears on Merry's shirt and the sniffing he had heard outside the door. He felt a pang of guilt for this sad scene. Not to long ago had these two been creating average mischief together in the Shire, unknown to how horrible the world outside could really be.
"How are you Gandalf?" Pippin asked quietly, not tearing his eyes away from Merry's calm face.
"How could he ask me how I was when I should be asking him the same, he has been through so much in the last 24 hours!" Gandalf thought, but only replied "Fine, my dear Hobbit, and you?"
"I'm alright." Pippin mumbled, not sure if Gandalf heard him in his moment of weakness a little ago.
"How is he?" asked Gandalf, motioning toward Merry. He had an idea that he wouldn't have changed at all, maybe gone a little further away from them but he thought that he would ask anyway, trying to get Pippin to talk a little more. It wasn't too long ago when nobody could get Pippin to stop talking.
"No better, no worse," Pippin replied, eyes tearing again. He couldn't cry in front of Gandalf, he had to act more mature!
Gandalf walked up next to Pippin and took a look at Merry. He was getting paler and paler, falling into shadow more. They had to do something soon, or he surely would die. He couldn't tell Pippin that though, he could never know how close his cousin was to death. It would probably break the small hobbits fragile soul.
"What if he did die?" Gandalf thought to himself, not daring to mention the thought out loud. Would Pippin be long to follow? I've never seen the two apart from one another before we ended leaving Merry and the others behind. If Merry were to pass on, Pippin may die and Frodo and Sam may not be able to pull him out of the sadness he was drowning himself in.
Gandalf pulled himself back into reality, and set his large hand upon Pippins small shoulder, though he had gotten bigger in the last months, very large for a hobbit indeed.
He could feel Pippin start with the touch of his hand, which made Gandalf a little uneasy. How on edge was Pippin since this happened? Had he gotten any sleep at all for a few days? Gandalf could feel that Pippin was on the verge of tears once again, and he pitied the poor hobbit. Nobody should have to go for this, and this was probably the hardest year in his young life.
Pippin was trying so incredibly hard to hold in the tears, desperately trying to seep out of his closed eyelids, but he couldn't. His face turned into two miniature waterfalls, starting at his eyes and going down to his chin and dripping onto the bed. Gandalf could feel his body shake as the sobs over took him.
Pippin stood up from the chair he was in and welcomed Gandalf's hug. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but it couldn't be helped, he was so miserable that his body hurt with the pain inside him. His body racked with sobs, he dug his face into Gandalf's large robes and let the tears fall.
Gandalf held him in his arms, rocking him slightly. Every now and then whispering kind phrases, like, "Don't worry, it will all be okay." and "Its all right, Merry will be fine." His pity for Peregrin grew as he felt how tense and scared the small hobbit was.
"I'm, I'm so sc-scared f-for him Gandalf!" Pippin whispered just loudly enough for Gandalf's ears to pick it up.
"It will all be fine," Gandalf announced, closing his eyes.
Pippin's sobs quieted down, and became a small whimper every now and again. His breathing slowed from quick sharp breaths so slow and sleepy. He let Gandalf rock him back and forth slowly till the motion put him into a quiet and uneasy sleep.
Gandalf set him in the chair beside Merry's bed, took one last look at the scene of the two hobbits, and walked out of the room, his robe blowing behind him.
