Disclaimer
I don't own Pippin, or Merry or Sam, or Frodo, or any other Tolkien character that is written about in here. But oh what I would give to have Pippin..
Author's Note
So I finally got around to writing a Merry and Pippin fic. Just a few things about it here or it may be a bit confusing to you.
This is basically takes place on the evening that Frodo leaves with the elves from the Grey Havens. It picks up with Pippin, Merry, and Sam, although it's going to be Pippin's thoughts. And maybe a little from Merry. It's goes back to events in Pippin's life (well the way I wrote it at least) that he is remembering as they watch Frodo leave. So there are going to be flashbacks, and they will be the longest bits of the story. The flashbacks will all start their own chapters, so the "current" time parts will be really short chapters. Don't worry, you'll get it.
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There comes a point in everyone's life that all your live's past event seem to lead up to. The day you fall in love, the day you save a life, the day you die.
And no matter how you try to prepare yourself for those moments, it seems that when it comes, everything leaves you.
Every fiber of your being is in a reckless abandon, and the beat of the heart is an erratic rhythm.
It's when collective endurance seems to fail and the only thing your heart is clinging to is faith. Faith in hope, faith in love, faith in yourself.
It's times like these that the world seems to slow and stop. Time has no meaning, and every breath you take is a new beginning.
It's only when these moments are over, that we realize how much they mean. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
They were not tears of loneliness, no, nor tears of despair. They were simply tears of exhaustion that Pippin cried there on the steps of the quay as he watched the sails shrink into the distance.
Sam stood silently, face expressionless, as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Merry was next to Pippin, his hand resting on the other hobbit's shoulder.
And Pippin cried, crying for everything that had happened in the last few years. And he cried for every one of those moments in his life.
I don't own Pippin, or Merry or Sam, or Frodo, or any other Tolkien character that is written about in here. But oh what I would give to have Pippin..
Author's Note
So I finally got around to writing a Merry and Pippin fic. Just a few things about it here or it may be a bit confusing to you.
This is basically takes place on the evening that Frodo leaves with the elves from the Grey Havens. It picks up with Pippin, Merry, and Sam, although it's going to be Pippin's thoughts. And maybe a little from Merry. It's goes back to events in Pippin's life (well the way I wrote it at least) that he is remembering as they watch Frodo leave. So there are going to be flashbacks, and they will be the longest bits of the story. The flashbacks will all start their own chapters, so the "current" time parts will be really short chapters. Don't worry, you'll get it.
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There comes a point in everyone's life that all your live's past event seem to lead up to. The day you fall in love, the day you save a life, the day you die.
And no matter how you try to prepare yourself for those moments, it seems that when it comes, everything leaves you.
Every fiber of your being is in a reckless abandon, and the beat of the heart is an erratic rhythm.
It's when collective endurance seems to fail and the only thing your heart is clinging to is faith. Faith in hope, faith in love, faith in yourself.
It's times like these that the world seems to slow and stop. Time has no meaning, and every breath you take is a new beginning.
It's only when these moments are over, that we realize how much they mean. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
They were not tears of loneliness, no, nor tears of despair. They were simply tears of exhaustion that Pippin cried there on the steps of the quay as he watched the sails shrink into the distance.
Sam stood silently, face expressionless, as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Merry was next to Pippin, his hand resting on the other hobbit's shoulder.
And Pippin cried, crying for everything that had happened in the last few years. And he cried for every one of those moments in his life.