Notes to Readers:
Announcement: "Runaway" now officially has a co-author. Please extend a warm
welcome to Jodancingtree, author of "The Shaping of Samwise", "Sam's Rose",
"Another Way of Leaving", and "The Drunkard of Bag End", just to name a few.
Even though I name only these stories, there are many more wonderful tales that
have come from her pen. Check them out!
Thank you for the comments! Reviews are very motivating and give me insights
into the stories that make me dig deeper in writing, which I probably wouldn't
do were I the only one reading these stories...
Xena, I used to have migraines on a regular basis, and remember having to lie
down in a darkened room to sleep it off. You poor dear, I sympathise. O, and Jo
thanks you for the warm welcome, by the way.
Hai, I think Farry would leave on his own if he could only get the Bolgers to
look away for an instant.
Bookworm, no, really, it is all weather-related. Big weather changes make for
bigger problems. A severe storm will drop the barometric pressure very low, you
know, and it is the low pressure that is affecting Ferdi's head.
Aemilia Rose, poor Ferdi; if I were Ferdi, I think I'd go to Gondor, at least
there's a king there with healing hands, and no irate Thain.
FantasyFan: I'm afraid Farry
is a realist. He knows if he doesn't make his escape soon, he'll be carried
back to the Smials again. Staying with the Bolgers is not an option for the son
of the Thain. He is too young to be weatherwise, and has probably never been
out in a major storm, so the storm would not be a consideration in his
planning, or if it were, he'd simply consider it an advantage, making it harder
for someone to track him. As to the dream imagery? All the things you
mentioned, probably. Ferdi might be in over his head this time. He doesn't have
the clear head he needs to pull this off, and the situation is about to spin
out of control (as you'll see in the current chapter).
Miriel, welcome back! I know how homework goes. I have a weather ache myself,
in the hand I broke decades ago. As to Farry, yes, I'd imagine he's just
itching to top one of Buckthorn's stories, or brag on something, but instead he
has to listen, which can be very educational and character-building. The trip
to Gondor... I'm not sure where that story originated. Your comment might have
been one of the sparks, but I have the feeling that the kindling was already
laid. I remember having a long conversation with Dana about how much fun it
would be for Ferdi to escort Farry to Gondor, an official visit... but this
would have to take place *after* "At the End of His Rope" since Ferdi
had never been as far as the Brandywine before that story. *** I have noticed
that children can be quite selfish, isn't that astonishing?
Ff.net and other factors permitting, expect to see the next chapter two
days from this posting. If you cannot access ff.net, try www.storiesofarda.com. You can leave
reviews there, as well (thanks Miriel and FantasyFan!), and there is a
"reply" feature where an author can reply to a review right there
rather than within the text of the story. I have also discovered the
"author alert" feature. Amazing place, that SoA.
The next chapter of "Truth" will be added on the morrow, if ffnet
agrees.
Enough admin notes. Let's get to the story.
***
10. Worries and Alarms
At the same time Ferdibrand was composing his letter to Tolly, another note was
being written in the study of the Master of Buckland.
'I cannot believe Farry would be involved in such mischief,' Meriadoc
Brandybuck, Master of Buckland was saying as Thain Peregrin blotted the page.
'He was,' Pippin said, carefully lifting the paper to funnel the glistening
sand back into its well.
'His father did much worse, as I recall,' Berilac, Merry's steward said with a
grin. 'Didn't you nearly burn down the old Thain's stables, Pip?'
'Did I?' Pippin said blandly. 'I thought that was some other Took.'
'In any event, you've decided Farry's been punished long enough, I take it?'
'I think so,' Pippin said. 'I still have a week's visit planned here, and Farry
was hoping to see his friends and cousins in Buckland again. This note will
come as a surprise to him; he thought he wouldn't be allowed to come at all,
this trip, after the stunt he pulled.'
'You're sending it by pony post, I assume,' Merry said, referring to the
service he and Pippin had set up between Brandy Hall and the Great Smials. It
was expensive, maintaining fast ponies at each inn along the Stock Road, but
the pony post had paid for itself on more than one occasion.
'Yes, it ought to reach Tuckborough well before teatime,' Pippin said. 'Why,
they've not even served second breakfast yet.' Just then a tap came at the
door.
'Ah,' Merry said. 'Second breakfast has arrived as we speak.'
'This will still reach the Smials before teatime,' Pippin said equably. He
folded the paper, dripped sealing wax upon the join, and sealed the missive
with his ring. 'There, it's official now. Seal of the Thain and all.'
'When do you expect Farry to arrive?' Merry asked. Seeing Pippin's grin, he
cocked his head to one side. 'What is it?'
'If he leaves fairly soon after the message arrives, he ought to be here by
late supper,' Pippin said.
'You intend to have your son delivered by the pony post, as if he were a
parcel?' Berilac said in amusement.
'Takes no more trouble to saddle two ponies as it does one,' Pippin said. 'If
the messenger tells the innkeepers to have two ponies ready for the return
trip, it ought to make for an exciting ride for a lad of ten.'
'You spoil the lad,' Merry said, shaking his head.
'I do at that,' Pippin replied with a chuckle. He held out the message, and
Berilac rose from his desk to take it.
'I'll give the messenger your orders,' Berilac said. He bowed and left the
study.
Merry cocked an eye out the window. 'Weather's looking a bit chancy,' he said.
Pippin looked out as well. 'I see clouds, is all,' he said, 'typical weather
for this time of year. No sign of an ice storm, at least.'
'Yes,' Merry said thoughtfully, looking at the thin ice edging the River's
banks. 'It's cold enough for snow, but too cold for sleet, I think. The roads
are dry, I'm told, and travel ought to be fast. I don't like the look of the
River, though.'
'What do you mean?' Pippin said. Merry was a worrier, of course. Pippin was in
a good mood, having concluded a satisfactory trading agreement with the
visiting Bree-hobbits, and he didn't mind humouring his cousin.
'It's too calm,' Merry said. 'There's no wind, whatsoever, and that's not usual
for this time of year.'
'Too calm!' Pippin said. 'How could there be such a thing? With the Ferry still
running, you cut twenty miles off the journey to the Smials.'
'I don't like it,' Merry said.
'Ah, well,' Pippin replied. 'It'll speed my message to Tookland, and it'll
speed my son to Buckland, so I've no complaints.' He took the cup poured out
for him by the deferential servant and sipped the strong, hot tea.
'Eat,' Merry said, but Pippin laughed and shook his head.
'Not you, too, Merry,' he said. 'It has been a lovely holiday, not having to
stuff my face to please Diamond. When Farry gets here, I'll have to start up
again, eating more than I can bear, lest he take a tale back to his mother.'
'Eat,' Merry repeated implacably, 'or I'll be the one taking tales back
to Diamond.'
'You wouldn't,' Pippin said in consternation.
'Don't try me,' Merry replied, his face stern.
Reluctantly, Pippin took up a buttered scone and bit into it. 'You're as bad as
Estella,' he sighed.
'No I'm not,' Merry said. 'You eat what's put before you, or I'll set Estella
on you and you'll find out just how bad things can be. She's ten times worse
than Diamond, I'd wager.' He patted his belly in silent testimony to his wife's
obsession with feeding the hobbits near and dear to her.
Pippin shook his head, but Merry was glad to see his cousin clear his plate
like a proper hobbit should.
***
Reginard Took opened the sealed letter and scanned the contents. Seeing his
eyebrows knit themselves together, his brother Everard asked, 'What is it?
What's the matter?'
Reginard looked up at the messenger. 'Go and get something to eat.'
'Yes, sir,' the messenger said, and left the study.
Reginard waited until the door closed behind him, then said slowly, 'Pippin
writes to me to send Faramir to him at Brandy Hall.'
'But Farry's already at Brandy Hall,' Everard said, confused.
'So I was told,' Regi said, his face settling into grim lines. He rose from his
desk, walked over to the door of the Thain's study and jerked it open.
Haldegrim Took, the escort on duty, stiffened to attention. 'I want to see
Tolly,' Regi said abruptly.
'Yes, sir,' Haldegrim replied, and turned on his heel.
'Why would Tolly say that Faramir was in Buckland, if he wasn't?' Everard said.
'He said that Ferdi was taking Faramir to Buckland to join his father,'
Reginard corrected. 'It appears that they never arrived.'
Everard inhaled sharply at the implications of that statement. 'What do we do?'
he asked.
'First, I want to find out exactly what Ferdi told Tolly before he left the
Smials,' Reginard said. 'I assumed he'd take the Stock Road, but perhaps he
planned to stop off somewhere. As soon as we have some idea of the route he'd have
taken, I want to mount a search. We'll tear Tookland apart to find the lad if
we have to.'
'What'll we tell the Thain?' Everard said apprehensively. 'What'll we tell the
Mistress?'
Reginard rounded on his brother fiercely. 'We tell Diamond nothing! Do you want
to upset her, in her condition?'
'Of course not,' Everard said, 'but you know how the talk is... she'll find out
eventually.'
'Send Pimpernel to attend her,' Regi said, 'along with any other sensible Tooks
you can come up with. Pearl... Lavender... and Tansy, for starters. Diamond's
so miserable at the moment, with the all-day-long sickness, that I hope she
won't notice if we limit her visitors to those who have little use for the
talk.'
'What could have happened to Ferdi? It's only a two-day trip to Buckland, after
all.'
'I don't know,' Regi said. 'Perhaps he broke a leg and is lying in a ditch
somewhere.'
'We can only hope,' Everard said. His attempt at humour fell flat, however, as
Regi stared him down.
'How do I tell the Thain his son--his only son--is missing?' Regi said.
'I cannot believe that anything bad could happen to the lad if he's in Ferdi's
keeping,' Everard said, trying to calm his brother.
'If,' Regi grated. 'Anything might have happened. Ruffians...'
'What about the King's edict?' Everard said.
His brother gave him a bleak look. 'Men know that the Thain of the Shire has a
hoard of gold,' he said, 'and Men will do terrible things for gold. If somehow
they had word that the son of the Thain was travelling with a small escort,
only one hobbit, they might—'
'You don't think—' Everard broke in, but Regi was nodding slowly.
'Ferdi could be in a ditch, all right, or somewhere in the woods in a shallow
grave,' he said grimly. 'The next note to arrive could well be a demand for gold
in return for the lad.'
'No,' Everard breathed.
Regi looked at him soberly. 'Pippin told me of such things happening in the
world of Men,' he said. 'He feared it might happen here; that is why he does
not allow his family to travel without some sort of escort, though he scorns
such protection for himself. This kind of thing is one of the reasons for the
King's edict, to protect hobbits from Men's greed, as well as to protect us
from acquiring Men's habits.'
He shook his head. 'I only hope I'm wrong about this,' he said quietly. Everard
nodded soberly. He was in full agreement.
