Outcast
Disclaimer: I'm not Tolkien, I'm not his wife or one of his children. I'm just a lil girl whose first language isn't English who loves Pippin. Not Billy, but Pippers.
A/N: Sorry!!! I should update more often, but my life is crazy, ya know ... I made up most of the stuff concerning Pearl.
Chapter 8
Darkness ...
Pain ...
Why ...?
Pippin tried to get up. His little bruised body wouldn't support him though and he collapsed several times until he managed to get up and in a sitting position. Somebody was sitting beside his bed.
"Pippin.", a soft voice said.
"P-pearl?"
"Yes, it's me.", his sister replied.
She wasn't living with the Took's anymore. She was married and lived about fifty miles down the river. Pippin had always loved her; her soft voice, her long black curls and dark green eyes. She had lost her first baby two years ago in an accident. The midwife had said she wouldn't be able to have children anymore and so she gave all her love to her sisters and especially her younger brother.
"I'm here to take you home."
"Home?"
"My home." She sighed, deeply.
"I'm not going to leave you here ... with father."
"It's not daddy's fault ... it's mine ... I'm sure it's mine ..."
And once again the little Took fainted. Pearl picked him up and carried him out.
Merry was sitting at the kitchen table, eating an apple. His mother was watching over him to make sure he was eating. He hadn't had much food in the last few days. He was pale and miserable. Too tired to move, too tired to sleep.
"Mama?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Why is life that unfair?" Mistress Brandybuck didn't reply. She was thinking of a good answer.
"You remember when it was raining last year and all the water left the river and your pony was killed? Well, in spring our other pony gave birth to a beautiful new baby and you loved it really much. That can be life, too; life is cruel, but that's no reason to stop living. We always have to go on and embrace every new day."
Merry nodded, slowly. He wasn't sure what to say.
"But what if life is just dull and sad and painful?"
"It never is. Not even Pippin's life. In fact he's dealing with this much better than you! He's the one who is going through this, but he's still smiling and taking it."
"I know, Mama, I know."
After that they both stared out of the window, looking at the rain that washed Middle Earth's wounds clean.
Disclaimer: I'm not Tolkien, I'm not his wife or one of his children. I'm just a lil girl whose first language isn't English who loves Pippin. Not Billy, but Pippers.
A/N: Sorry!!! I should update more often, but my life is crazy, ya know ... I made up most of the stuff concerning Pearl.
Chapter 8
Darkness ...
Pain ...
Why ...?
Pippin tried to get up. His little bruised body wouldn't support him though and he collapsed several times until he managed to get up and in a sitting position. Somebody was sitting beside his bed.
"Pippin.", a soft voice said.
"P-pearl?"
"Yes, it's me.", his sister replied.
She wasn't living with the Took's anymore. She was married and lived about fifty miles down the river. Pippin had always loved her; her soft voice, her long black curls and dark green eyes. She had lost her first baby two years ago in an accident. The midwife had said she wouldn't be able to have children anymore and so she gave all her love to her sisters and especially her younger brother.
"I'm here to take you home."
"Home?"
"My home." She sighed, deeply.
"I'm not going to leave you here ... with father."
"It's not daddy's fault ... it's mine ... I'm sure it's mine ..."
And once again the little Took fainted. Pearl picked him up and carried him out.
Merry was sitting at the kitchen table, eating an apple. His mother was watching over him to make sure he was eating. He hadn't had much food in the last few days. He was pale and miserable. Too tired to move, too tired to sleep.
"Mama?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Why is life that unfair?" Mistress Brandybuck didn't reply. She was thinking of a good answer.
"You remember when it was raining last year and all the water left the river and your pony was killed? Well, in spring our other pony gave birth to a beautiful new baby and you loved it really much. That can be life, too; life is cruel, but that's no reason to stop living. We always have to go on and embrace every new day."
Merry nodded, slowly. He wasn't sure what to say.
"But what if life is just dull and sad and painful?"
"It never is. Not even Pippin's life. In fact he's dealing with this much better than you! He's the one who is going through this, but he's still smiling and taking it."
"I know, Mama, I know."
After that they both stared out of the window, looking at the rain that washed Middle Earth's wounds clean.