Ch. 14
"Gandalf, it is me," pleaded 'Bilbo.'
Pippin looked around at everyone's expressions. Frodo was angry, probably because he thought there was no way this could possibly be Bilbo. After all, he had been at his uncle's side at the time of his death, a wound that had clearly not healed.
Rosie was confused. Her brows furrowed and she frowned, not knowing what to believe. Elrond looked amused at the scene, as if he knew something that the others did not.
Because he does! Pippin thought. Lord Elrond has the gift of foresight!
Gandalf looked a bit worried, but after a glance at Elrond, his expression went back to the soft, friendly face he'd shown Pippin earlier. Gimli slowly moved his hand to his belt and put a tight grip on his ax.
With the diversity of opinion throughout the room, Pippin was confused as to what to believe. If Bilbo had died, then how could he be here? A wizard cannot raise the dead, especially not a Green Wizard---can they?
"Bilbo, old friend," said Gandalf. "Come on, there's some Old Toby in the other room---"
"You're going to smoke?" screamed Pippin. "Sam and Merry are dying, there's a war going on for the Shire, and you're going to smoke? What happened to the Gandalf I knew who would have cursed me for even thinking of doing such a thing? What happened to the Gandalf I knew who'd have destroyed as many orcs as he could, rather than sit here, having tea? What happened---" Pippin paused. "What happened---" He stopped, breathing hard, to angry to continue.
Gandalf stared at Pippin for what felt like an eternity. Had he not been so infuriated, Pippin would have been terrified of the wrath that may have ensued. Panting, Pippin turned and left the room, stomping along the corridor, waking many of the injured.
Behind him, as he sat next to his friends, he head Gandalf say, "How about that pipe, Bilbo?"
"Gandalf, it is me," pleaded 'Bilbo.'
Pippin looked around at everyone's expressions. Frodo was angry, probably because he thought there was no way this could possibly be Bilbo. After all, he had been at his uncle's side at the time of his death, a wound that had clearly not healed.
Rosie was confused. Her brows furrowed and she frowned, not knowing what to believe. Elrond looked amused at the scene, as if he knew something that the others did not.
Because he does! Pippin thought. Lord Elrond has the gift of foresight!
Gandalf looked a bit worried, but after a glance at Elrond, his expression went back to the soft, friendly face he'd shown Pippin earlier. Gimli slowly moved his hand to his belt and put a tight grip on his ax.
With the diversity of opinion throughout the room, Pippin was confused as to what to believe. If Bilbo had died, then how could he be here? A wizard cannot raise the dead, especially not a Green Wizard---can they?
"Bilbo, old friend," said Gandalf. "Come on, there's some Old Toby in the other room---"
"You're going to smoke?" screamed Pippin. "Sam and Merry are dying, there's a war going on for the Shire, and you're going to smoke? What happened to the Gandalf I knew who would have cursed me for even thinking of doing such a thing? What happened to the Gandalf I knew who'd have destroyed as many orcs as he could, rather than sit here, having tea? What happened---" Pippin paused. "What happened---" He stopped, breathing hard, to angry to continue.
Gandalf stared at Pippin for what felt like an eternity. Had he not been so infuriated, Pippin would have been terrified of the wrath that may have ensued. Panting, Pippin turned and left the room, stomping along the corridor, waking many of the injured.
Behind him, as he sat next to his friends, he head Gandalf say, "How about that pipe, Bilbo?"
