Chapter 4: The Truth starts to Unravel
Recap: Pippin and Merry are reunited, and about to find out who Isabella really is….
By now it was night fall. The moon shone through the trees, and the crickets chirped in a night song. Pippin, Merry, Blue-wattle and Isabella were sitting in a large clearing, talking about the past event. Merry and Pippin are just discovering that maybe this mystery girl is really not what she seems to be.
"Taught by who?" Pippin and Merry asked simultaneously.
"Well, I don't know if you know him … it was… Gandalf the Grey" Isabella looked at the two Hobbits staring at her in amazement. Both Merry and Pippin were in shock…
"But how could that be…?" Pippin answered, his eyes wide and his mouth open. "we saw him fall… into darkness!" tears started to fill in Pippin's green eyes. Merry nodded, slowly.
"Ah, that maybe true, but he's alive and well" Isabella sitting up straight, smiling.
"I don't understand! He's gone!" Pippin objected!
"yes, but listen! He is alive and stronger than ever!! He is no longer known as Gandalf the Grey, but… Gandalf the White!!" Her voice ringed in the air, she was excited, and proud of her teacher! Shock had over come the Hobbits.. Gandalf had never said anything about a student of his??
Pippin's eyes were watery, and his voice trembled, "When did this happen? Gandalf never said anything about a student!" he stared at Isabella.
"please, let me explain in the morning, both of you need rest, and now is not the time to talk about this sort of stuff" she said calmly, and pointed to the blankets where the Hobbits had been sleeping. "I'll keep watch tonight. And Blue-wattle, you can have the night off" she smiled and winked at the gazed Ent. He bowed and walked slowly away.
Unable to argue with Isabella, they agreed, and crawled into bed. Isabella got up and wondered around the camp site.
Pippin could here her footsteps on the grass, he did know whether he could trust this intruder. But she WAS trained by Gandalf, and she seemed harmless. Or was it the fact that maybe Pippin could feel something for Isabella? He was too confused to make any sense out of this situation, so he forced himself to sleep. But he was too troubled to rest. "damn Merry and his deep sleep!" Pippin thought to himself.
In fact Merry wasn't in a deep sleep. He himself was troubled with thought. And again, it was Isabella on his mind. Had she bewitched his heart? every time he had thought of her, a lump would enter it's way into his throat. All he wanted was to be in her arms once again. She was beautiful, and a light would shine onto her face, and you couldn't help but to stare into her eyes and touch her soft, gentle face. Her origin was strange… she looked like a Hobbit, but she can use magic. Merry thought about her and every single detail came into his head. She had blonde hair, at least shoulder length, it was straight and kicks up at the ends. Her eyes are a pale blue, which made her mysterious and intriguing at the same time. She was short, around Pippin's height, small around the waist and small breasts. Her dress was fitted to her tiny figure and she wore leather cuffs around her wrists. He even remembers what she was equipped with, a small dagger tied to her thigh and a necklace she was wearing which meant something to her, but he didn't know exactly what. After a few hours, Merry finally dosed off the sleep.
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Hours had passed and the sun was rising, light sunbeams glittered though the trees. Pippin was awake before Merry, and was cooking breakfast with Isabella. Merry could hear the two talking about everything. "…. so where'd you say you had come from?" Pippin asked politely to Isabella. She replied "well… I don't actually know where I came from, but for years I had been living in Rivendel with Gandalf, and the elves." Merry listened closely. "and how did Gandalf find you?" Pippin's voice was concerned. He likes Isabella, and he wants to be her leaning post for this conversation. "As far as I know, I was 5 when he found me." she seemed to be reluctant to reveal any information about herself, and she kept a stern face. Merry found himself deep in this conversation and sat up listening intently. "go on" he said looking into her pale blue eyes. Isabella looked to the side of the camp, just as if she was embarrassed or sad.
There were so many questions that needed to be answered but Merry and Pippin couldn't ask, they were to eager to listen to her story. "so you two really want to know about me?" still looking at the side of the camp. Why was she holding back, when obviously Pippin and Merry wanted to know. Both Pippin and Merry were alert and leaning in to listen.
"Well.. I'll tell you the whole story, from the beginning…." she took a deep breath, looked at the two Hobbits, then proceeded talking. "The reason why I look like a Hobbit, is because I am a half blood. My father was the Hobbit, while my mother was an elf. I'm an orphan. My mother died when I was 3, and my father died a year later, leaving myself to face the dangers of Middle-Earth. I was holding my mothers hand when she passed away." Isabella paused, and looked at her feet. "what happened to her?" pippin asked. Still Isabella looked at her feet, remembering. "she was struck by lightening, I was holding her hand and the bolt killed her. But fortunately for me, it wasn't strong enough, and my mother had taken all the pain." Pippin and Merry were shocked. Nothing like this, have they heard such a tragedy. "So, you have magic in you because of your mother being an elf?" Asked Merry. "Yes, but not only that, it was the bolt of lightening, and Gandalf's teachings to help me along with my powers." she replied. Isabella was starting to loosen up, and talk to them like they have known each other for years. "But do you know what the saddest thing is?" she asked the Hobbits. "What?" they replied together. "I have few memories of them. And it was their deaths, that I remember. One day Mother, Father and I were walking in Halindon, on the coast of Middle-Earth, swinging me, they were both on either side of me. And I can still hear them laughing and singing as we walked…. We did not notice that there was a storm brewing, and before were could find shelter, Mother and I were hit. She died instantly, while I started to burn." she held out her left hand, and there was a scar, a white burn scar, that fitted into the palm of her hand. "every time I use magic it burns, and it sometimes blisters." she pulled her hand back in, and placed it onto her lap. Pippin, Merry and Isabella had been talking until it was noon. And there was still questions that needed to be answered. But for the pain of remembering, Merry and Pippin decided not to ask her at this moment. They were stunned, how could they try and comfort her?
Pippin and Merry did find out who she is… well a small story of her past. Are Pippin and Merry's infatuation with Isabella going to break their friendship? Only time can tell.
Recap: Pippin and Merry are reunited, and about to find out who Isabella really is….
By now it was night fall. The moon shone through the trees, and the crickets chirped in a night song. Pippin, Merry, Blue-wattle and Isabella were sitting in a large clearing, talking about the past event. Merry and Pippin are just discovering that maybe this mystery girl is really not what she seems to be.
"Taught by who?" Pippin and Merry asked simultaneously.
"Well, I don't know if you know him … it was… Gandalf the Grey" Isabella looked at the two Hobbits staring at her in amazement. Both Merry and Pippin were in shock…
"But how could that be…?" Pippin answered, his eyes wide and his mouth open. "we saw him fall… into darkness!" tears started to fill in Pippin's green eyes. Merry nodded, slowly.
"Ah, that maybe true, but he's alive and well" Isabella sitting up straight, smiling.
"I don't understand! He's gone!" Pippin objected!
"yes, but listen! He is alive and stronger than ever!! He is no longer known as Gandalf the Grey, but… Gandalf the White!!" Her voice ringed in the air, she was excited, and proud of her teacher! Shock had over come the Hobbits.. Gandalf had never said anything about a student of his??
Pippin's eyes were watery, and his voice trembled, "When did this happen? Gandalf never said anything about a student!" he stared at Isabella.
"please, let me explain in the morning, both of you need rest, and now is not the time to talk about this sort of stuff" she said calmly, and pointed to the blankets where the Hobbits had been sleeping. "I'll keep watch tonight. And Blue-wattle, you can have the night off" she smiled and winked at the gazed Ent. He bowed and walked slowly away.
Unable to argue with Isabella, they agreed, and crawled into bed. Isabella got up and wondered around the camp site.
Pippin could here her footsteps on the grass, he did know whether he could trust this intruder. But she WAS trained by Gandalf, and she seemed harmless. Or was it the fact that maybe Pippin could feel something for Isabella? He was too confused to make any sense out of this situation, so he forced himself to sleep. But he was too troubled to rest. "damn Merry and his deep sleep!" Pippin thought to himself.
In fact Merry wasn't in a deep sleep. He himself was troubled with thought. And again, it was Isabella on his mind. Had she bewitched his heart? every time he had thought of her, a lump would enter it's way into his throat. All he wanted was to be in her arms once again. She was beautiful, and a light would shine onto her face, and you couldn't help but to stare into her eyes and touch her soft, gentle face. Her origin was strange… she looked like a Hobbit, but she can use magic. Merry thought about her and every single detail came into his head. She had blonde hair, at least shoulder length, it was straight and kicks up at the ends. Her eyes are a pale blue, which made her mysterious and intriguing at the same time. She was short, around Pippin's height, small around the waist and small breasts. Her dress was fitted to her tiny figure and she wore leather cuffs around her wrists. He even remembers what she was equipped with, a small dagger tied to her thigh and a necklace she was wearing which meant something to her, but he didn't know exactly what. After a few hours, Merry finally dosed off the sleep.
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Hours had passed and the sun was rising, light sunbeams glittered though the trees. Pippin was awake before Merry, and was cooking breakfast with Isabella. Merry could hear the two talking about everything. "…. so where'd you say you had come from?" Pippin asked politely to Isabella. She replied "well… I don't actually know where I came from, but for years I had been living in Rivendel with Gandalf, and the elves." Merry listened closely. "and how did Gandalf find you?" Pippin's voice was concerned. He likes Isabella, and he wants to be her leaning post for this conversation. "As far as I know, I was 5 when he found me." she seemed to be reluctant to reveal any information about herself, and she kept a stern face. Merry found himself deep in this conversation and sat up listening intently. "go on" he said looking into her pale blue eyes. Isabella looked to the side of the camp, just as if she was embarrassed or sad.
There were so many questions that needed to be answered but Merry and Pippin couldn't ask, they were to eager to listen to her story. "so you two really want to know about me?" still looking at the side of the camp. Why was she holding back, when obviously Pippin and Merry wanted to know. Both Pippin and Merry were alert and leaning in to listen.
"Well.. I'll tell you the whole story, from the beginning…." she took a deep breath, looked at the two Hobbits, then proceeded talking. "The reason why I look like a Hobbit, is because I am a half blood. My father was the Hobbit, while my mother was an elf. I'm an orphan. My mother died when I was 3, and my father died a year later, leaving myself to face the dangers of Middle-Earth. I was holding my mothers hand when she passed away." Isabella paused, and looked at her feet. "what happened to her?" pippin asked. Still Isabella looked at her feet, remembering. "she was struck by lightening, I was holding her hand and the bolt killed her. But fortunately for me, it wasn't strong enough, and my mother had taken all the pain." Pippin and Merry were shocked. Nothing like this, have they heard such a tragedy. "So, you have magic in you because of your mother being an elf?" Asked Merry. "Yes, but not only that, it was the bolt of lightening, and Gandalf's teachings to help me along with my powers." she replied. Isabella was starting to loosen up, and talk to them like they have known each other for years. "But do you know what the saddest thing is?" she asked the Hobbits. "What?" they replied together. "I have few memories of them. And it was their deaths, that I remember. One day Mother, Father and I were walking in Halindon, on the coast of Middle-Earth, swinging me, they were both on either side of me. And I can still hear them laughing and singing as we walked…. We did not notice that there was a storm brewing, and before were could find shelter, Mother and I were hit. She died instantly, while I started to burn." she held out her left hand, and there was a scar, a white burn scar, that fitted into the palm of her hand. "every time I use magic it burns, and it sometimes blisters." she pulled her hand back in, and placed it onto her lap. Pippin, Merry and Isabella had been talking until it was noon. And there was still questions that needed to be answered. But for the pain of remembering, Merry and Pippin decided not to ask her at this moment. They were stunned, how could they try and comfort her?
Pippin and Merry did find out who she is… well a small story of her past. Are Pippin and Merry's infatuation with Isabella going to break their friendship? Only time can tell.