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Dolenandúnêion.
A/N: Well, I thought of something, but you won't like it. But I don't care. Read and review anyway.
He went to the front hall. "Dolen?"
"Oh, hello," Dolenandúnêion said. "How are you, Master, uh, what was your name again? Peregrin?"
"Yes, but please call me Pippin. All my friends do."
"All right." Dolenandúnêion led the Hobbit to the kitchen. "I heard you were in charge of the food and I was to escort you to your domain."
"How did you know that? That wasn't decided until just a little while ago."
"I'm smart," Dolenandúnêion replied with a smile. "Actually, it was decided before that. You just happened to be thinking the same thing that Aragorn was earlier this morning."
*That night*
Pippin sat with the Elves, eating everything that was put in front of him. Merry and the Men were over by Gandalf, watching the fireworks. Galadriel sat by Pippin. "You know, Peregrin, these fireworks are nothing compared to the ones in Valinor," she said.
"Really? When did you see the fireworks of Valinor? What is Valinor?" Pippin replied.
"The land over the sea," she explained. "I lived there once, long ago. Then my brothers attacked a group of Elves. We were exiled from Valinor. Most of my kin have returned already to Valinor. I am on my way home now."
"Oh, I'm sorry. So you were exiled for something your brothers did?"
"Oh, no. I was just as guilty as they were. The Valar never wrongly punish anyone."
"Oh. Have some ale?" Pippin replied.
"N-" she began, then stopped. "I would be delighted. I have never had any before. I will try some now."
"Really? Wow, you've never had any ale ever? That's weird."
They talked long into the night. Before Pippin realized what was happening, he was being shook awake. His face felt cold and wet. "Pippin, you fool! You fell asleep and now you've got ice cream all over your face!" Merry said.
"Sorry," Pippin muttered.
A/N: Well, I thought of something, but you won't like it. But I don't care. Read and review anyway.
He went to the front hall. "Dolen?"
"Oh, hello," Dolenandúnêion said. "How are you, Master, uh, what was your name again? Peregrin?"
"Yes, but please call me Pippin. All my friends do."
"All right." Dolenandúnêion led the Hobbit to the kitchen. "I heard you were in charge of the food and I was to escort you to your domain."
"How did you know that? That wasn't decided until just a little while ago."
"I'm smart," Dolenandúnêion replied with a smile. "Actually, it was decided before that. You just happened to be thinking the same thing that Aragorn was earlier this morning."
*That night*
Pippin sat with the Elves, eating everything that was put in front of him. Merry and the Men were over by Gandalf, watching the fireworks. Galadriel sat by Pippin. "You know, Peregrin, these fireworks are nothing compared to the ones in Valinor," she said.
"Really? When did you see the fireworks of Valinor? What is Valinor?" Pippin replied.
"The land over the sea," she explained. "I lived there once, long ago. Then my brothers attacked a group of Elves. We were exiled from Valinor. Most of my kin have returned already to Valinor. I am on my way home now."
"Oh, I'm sorry. So you were exiled for something your brothers did?"
"Oh, no. I was just as guilty as they were. The Valar never wrongly punish anyone."
"Oh. Have some ale?" Pippin replied.
"N-" she began, then stopped. "I would be delighted. I have never had any before. I will try some now."
"Really? Wow, you've never had any ale ever? That's weird."
They talked long into the night. Before Pippin realized what was happening, he was being shook awake. His face felt cold and wet. "Pippin, you fool! You fell asleep and now you've got ice cream all over your face!" Merry said.
"Sorry," Pippin muttered.