Outcast
Disclaimer: It's all Tolkien's ... but maybe I WAS Tolkien in a previous life and so it's still all mine ...
A/N: -
1 Chapter 7
Merry was crying.
His father had never done this to him before. How could he? Saradoc was almost in tears himself. His only child ... He loved Merry so much and he just wanted him to be all right, but Merry wasn't supposed to run away with Pippin all the time. The Tooks were still too strong ... The Brandybucks couldn't stand up to them.
He sighed ... his life was changed. It was the first time that he completely realized that he couldn't help, that he was supposed to sit and watch. The time of the great Brandybuck's was over ...
Eglantine Took was stone faced as she walked down the hall way to her son's room. Her husband had come out about two hours ago, but hadn't allowed her to go in. Now he was drunk and asleep and she could finally look after her son.
She opened the door, but she wished she hadn't. There he was. Her youngest child, once beautiful and carefree and now broken in every way possible.
His trousers were still pulled down and Eglantine could see the blood that was still pouring out of her child. Fury arose inside her once gentle and loving heart.
"That bastard.", she muttered. "BASTARD!"
She ran back to the bed room and pulled her husband up. She didn't care about the consequence this would cause; she wanted revenge for what happened to Pippin. She wanted her husband to suffer the same way she and her whole family had through all these years. But especially Pippin of course who had gone through hell.
"Eglantine ... what is it?", Paladin mumured.
"What did you do to Peregrin?",Eglantine replied, as calmly as possible.
"Nothing ... the little bastard got what he deserved ... What's wrong with that? Don't you dare help him. Get in bed!"
Eglantine shook her head. Beside her fury she felt ... fear, pain, but also love. Once she had loved Paladin and she wasn't able to stand up to the man she had loved.
"Pippin ... may somebody greater than this man save you. And please forgive me one day.", she whispered as she settled down beside her husband.
Pippin woke up in complete darkness. He had had the dream ... the dream ... He looked down his own body and winced in pain.
"Mama?", he asked.
No reply.
"Mama?!"
Tears started to roll down his soft cheeks and he tried to curl up. But he couldn't. His broken body wouldn't do what he wanted.
He sobbed harder now, shaking. What had he done? Why couldn't his father love him?
The innocent young hobbit never thought that it could be his father's fault. It had to be his. It had to be ...
After a while he fell asleep, but his dreams were haunted from images of his father.
Merry was sitting on his bed, looking out of the window. The sun was shining, but he didn't care. His life was wasted. He hadn't been able to protect Pippin ... or himself for that matter. He could still feel the pain ... inside of him. How could his father do that? How? A single tear trickled down his face.
"How great must your pain be, Pippin? You live in hell with nobody to help you. We are weak, you know. Weak cowards and that's what we'll always be. We'll be a nation of cruel men one day ... when we're older. If we get older ..." Merry was crying by the time he had finished expressing his dark thoughts.
He hid his face in his hands, not able to face the world. He allowed himself to break and fall. He wouldn't be able to live on. No ... and it wasn't really important, was it?
Suddenly he felt strong arms that lifted him up. He kept his eyes shut and snuggled into the person. He felt so good there ... everything was warm and familiar.
"Oh Merry ...", Saradoc said, silently.
"Daddy? Y-you're not angry?", Merry asked, shyly.
"Of course not." Tears started to form in Saradoc's eyes, but he blinked them away. "You, my beloved child, you're the greatest gift I ever got and I could never be angry with you."
"Daddy ..." Merry buried his face in Saradoc's chest and kept crying. Soon his mother joined them and she, too, cried. For her son, her husband and her little nephew.
Dispair washed over them. There was no way out of this, but maybe death.
Disclaimer: It's all Tolkien's ... but maybe I WAS Tolkien in a previous life and so it's still all mine ...
A/N: -
1 Chapter 7
Merry was crying.
His father had never done this to him before. How could he? Saradoc was almost in tears himself. His only child ... He loved Merry so much and he just wanted him to be all right, but Merry wasn't supposed to run away with Pippin all the time. The Tooks were still too strong ... The Brandybucks couldn't stand up to them.
He sighed ... his life was changed. It was the first time that he completely realized that he couldn't help, that he was supposed to sit and watch. The time of the great Brandybuck's was over ...
Eglantine Took was stone faced as she walked down the hall way to her son's room. Her husband had come out about two hours ago, but hadn't allowed her to go in. Now he was drunk and asleep and she could finally look after her son.
She opened the door, but she wished she hadn't. There he was. Her youngest child, once beautiful and carefree and now broken in every way possible.
His trousers were still pulled down and Eglantine could see the blood that was still pouring out of her child. Fury arose inside her once gentle and loving heart.
"That bastard.", she muttered. "BASTARD!"
She ran back to the bed room and pulled her husband up. She didn't care about the consequence this would cause; she wanted revenge for what happened to Pippin. She wanted her husband to suffer the same way she and her whole family had through all these years. But especially Pippin of course who had gone through hell.
"Eglantine ... what is it?", Paladin mumured.
"What did you do to Peregrin?",Eglantine replied, as calmly as possible.
"Nothing ... the little bastard got what he deserved ... What's wrong with that? Don't you dare help him. Get in bed!"
Eglantine shook her head. Beside her fury she felt ... fear, pain, but also love. Once she had loved Paladin and she wasn't able to stand up to the man she had loved.
"Pippin ... may somebody greater than this man save you. And please forgive me one day.", she whispered as she settled down beside her husband.
Pippin woke up in complete darkness. He had had the dream ... the dream ... He looked down his own body and winced in pain.
"Mama?", he asked.
No reply.
"Mama?!"
Tears started to roll down his soft cheeks and he tried to curl up. But he couldn't. His broken body wouldn't do what he wanted.
He sobbed harder now, shaking. What had he done? Why couldn't his father love him?
The innocent young hobbit never thought that it could be his father's fault. It had to be his. It had to be ...
After a while he fell asleep, but his dreams were haunted from images of his father.
Merry was sitting on his bed, looking out of the window. The sun was shining, but he didn't care. His life was wasted. He hadn't been able to protect Pippin ... or himself for that matter. He could still feel the pain ... inside of him. How could his father do that? How? A single tear trickled down his face.
"How great must your pain be, Pippin? You live in hell with nobody to help you. We are weak, you know. Weak cowards and that's what we'll always be. We'll be a nation of cruel men one day ... when we're older. If we get older ..." Merry was crying by the time he had finished expressing his dark thoughts.
He hid his face in his hands, not able to face the world. He allowed himself to break and fall. He wouldn't be able to live on. No ... and it wasn't really important, was it?
Suddenly he felt strong arms that lifted him up. He kept his eyes shut and snuggled into the person. He felt so good there ... everything was warm and familiar.
"Oh Merry ...", Saradoc said, silently.
"Daddy? Y-you're not angry?", Merry asked, shyly.
"Of course not." Tears started to form in Saradoc's eyes, but he blinked them away. "You, my beloved child, you're the greatest gift I ever got and I could never be angry with you."
"Daddy ..." Merry buried his face in Saradoc's chest and kept crying. Soon his mother joined them and she, too, cried. For her son, her husband and her little nephew.
Dispair washed over them. There was no way out of this, but maybe death.