Ch. 34
"We travel between Forodwaith and the Misty Mountains so that we don't disturb anyone, and back down through North Farthing. We will stop at the homes of all of our relations to bid them well and then return here, to Hobbiton, to Bag-End." Glancing at Sam, he added to himself, "I hope we all return." He was unsure now, of whether or not he could do much.
Do not fear, Peregrin Took, Galadriel said to his mind. Everything will turn out as it is meant to.
Pippin walked over to Gandalf and asked him into another room. Once inside, Pippin began questioning.
"I know I haven't used my, er, magic much, but I'm really not sure I deserve it. But, as long as I have it, I really want to help as many people as I can. Can you help me do that?"
Gandalf smiled, though a cloud of secrecy hid behind his eyes. "Pippin, you will do just fine."
"Gandalf, you're not telling me everything. Is there something that I need to know?"
"I'm not sure if you're ready to hear this."
"I don't care. If I need to, then I'm ready."
"You're sure?"
Pippin opened his mouth to say he was. "Of course, Gandalf!" he wanted to scream. "If I said I'm ready, then I am!" He hesitated for a moment, though, just long enough to realize that he wasn't sure. "I'm not, but you can tell me anyway. I need to know, or you wouldn't be this careful about it."
Gandalf grinned a large, friendly grin. "Thus, you have learned an important lesson in wizardry. Being ready is not about what you want to know or do, it is about knowing or doing what you need to anyway."
"Then I'm ready to know." Pippin braced himself, knowing that any range of foul news could ensue.
"Radagast has been killed. I received word two days past."
"Who's that? I've never heard of him. Is he a friend or a foe?"
"He was the brown wizard."
Pippin was in shock. "But. . . but that means. . ."
"You're due for a promotion, Pippin."
"We travel between Forodwaith and the Misty Mountains so that we don't disturb anyone, and back down through North Farthing. We will stop at the homes of all of our relations to bid them well and then return here, to Hobbiton, to Bag-End." Glancing at Sam, he added to himself, "I hope we all return." He was unsure now, of whether or not he could do much.
Do not fear, Peregrin Took, Galadriel said to his mind. Everything will turn out as it is meant to.
Pippin walked over to Gandalf and asked him into another room. Once inside, Pippin began questioning.
"I know I haven't used my, er, magic much, but I'm really not sure I deserve it. But, as long as I have it, I really want to help as many people as I can. Can you help me do that?"
Gandalf smiled, though a cloud of secrecy hid behind his eyes. "Pippin, you will do just fine."
"Gandalf, you're not telling me everything. Is there something that I need to know?"
"I'm not sure if you're ready to hear this."
"I don't care. If I need to, then I'm ready."
"You're sure?"
Pippin opened his mouth to say he was. "Of course, Gandalf!" he wanted to scream. "If I said I'm ready, then I am!" He hesitated for a moment, though, just long enough to realize that he wasn't sure. "I'm not, but you can tell me anyway. I need to know, or you wouldn't be this careful about it."
Gandalf grinned a large, friendly grin. "Thus, you have learned an important lesson in wizardry. Being ready is not about what you want to know or do, it is about knowing or doing what you need to anyway."
"Then I'm ready to know." Pippin braced himself, knowing that any range of foul news could ensue.
"Radagast has been killed. I received word two days past."
"Who's that? I've never heard of him. Is he a friend or a foe?"
"He was the brown wizard."
Pippin was in shock. "But. . . but that means. . ."
"You're due for a promotion, Pippin."
