Author's note and Disclaimer
WOOHOO! I haven't reviewed in a long time so I must express my joy for LotR winning their Oscars RIGHT NOW!! ***does happy dance*** YAY! Did anyone else notice that around the middle of the show Billy Boyd was gone for about twenty minutes or so? He was sitting next to Sean Astin and then all the sudden he was gone and there was some lady seat filler in his place. Anyway... Thanks so much to my lovely reviewers!
GoGoTorturegirlYeah, of course you can have a Pippin plushie! I'm all restocked now and have plenty to go around. And I suppose if that's what you want it to say...I'm not complaining!
Lol, Lady S., orc plushies are mean. "My bar broke"? Interesting, if you don't mind, hearing that story sounds rather interesting. **hands you a pippin plushie**
Sum41grl, everyone feels a bit like Jack Sparrow now and then. It's considered normal around here. And if Frodo came back, I wouldn't know what to do! It would be a big slash fest! Let's see, how to incorporate Jack Sparrow into it.....Now tell me that secret!!!
So, this chapters a little more angsty, more emotional. Sorry it took me so long to post, I've been trying to finish another story I've written about my friends and I. Hope you enjoy this one! Btw, I own none of these characters.
Merry remembered it.
Yes he remembered everything about Isengard. People had always said he had a good memory. Sometimes too good of a memory.
Some things you don't want to remember, but you can't forget.
It wasn't Pippin's fault really. I was more the curious hobbit inside Pippin that had caused all this trouble.
That streak of mischief that always showed up at the wrong time.
He had been fascinated by that colored globe. Gandalf had called it a palantir, but it didn't seem to matter what it was to Pippin.
Merry was wary of it though. Beautiful things are menacing. It was the same thought that went through his mind when they had met the lady Galadriel.
He was glad he was the older, wiser hobbit.
So later that night, when Merry could no longer feel Pippin's warmth against his side, he knew what he was up to.
He said he just wanted one more look.
It was harmless, he said.
Harmless until Pippin cried out, the palantir alight in his hands, his face contorted in pain.
He was shaking, and Merry couldn't move.
His senses were blunted, his reaction slowed.
All he could do was watch it seemed.
He closed his eyes when Pippin fell to the floor, shaking and crying, because he was crying himself.
But he had been heard.
He would be alright, someone said. Others were coming. Gandalf said he would be fine, he was just the foolish hobbit he had always been. Pippin was saying something about a burning tree. Niether Gandalf nor Aragorn looked pleased about this.
Merry couldn't bring himself to voice the emotions inside him when everyone left them alone. It was anger and worry. Or was it anger from worry? He didn't know. It didn't seem matter.
"Merry?" Pippin sobbed meekly.
"What?" Merry snapped back, unaware of the anger that was creeping it's way out.
Pippin choked on another sob. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?! What in the name of the Shire were you thinking Pip?!"
"Mer, I..."
"No! Stop! You don't know how awful that was for me! I thought I would lose you! Stupid, foolish Took!"
Pippin didn't bother to look up at him. Merry was crying again.
"Why do you always end up doing this?" Merry asked "Why do you always end up nearly killing yourself while I have to suffer through fear? When you were 15 you nearly drown in the Brandywine! I had to save you! I had to save your life! Pippin, I loved you even then!"
He couldn't say anymore, or he would choke himself on the lump in his throat. It was awful, crying like this, having to yell like this. He loved him.Why? Because he always had. He always would. They sat there and looked at each other through their tears. Pain. And weariness.
"Just go home Pippin. For the sake of your life, and my health."
Pippin cried even, and curled himself up in a ball, putting his head between his knees. Muffling the sobs.
Merry wiped at his tears furiously, and laid back down, trying to calm everything inside him. He pulled the blanket over top of himself, not saying another word to Pippin. No goodnights.
He was cold even with the blanket. Pippin didn't return to his side.
And when he woke the next morning, Pippin was gone.
Ooo, some angst...and a small cliffhanger! Review please!
WOOHOO! I haven't reviewed in a long time so I must express my joy for LotR winning their Oscars RIGHT NOW!! ***does happy dance*** YAY! Did anyone else notice that around the middle of the show Billy Boyd was gone for about twenty minutes or so? He was sitting next to Sean Astin and then all the sudden he was gone and there was some lady seat filler in his place. Anyway... Thanks so much to my lovely reviewers!
GoGoTorturegirlYeah, of course you can have a Pippin plushie! I'm all restocked now and have plenty to go around. And I suppose if that's what you want it to say...I'm not complaining!
Lol, Lady S., orc plushies are mean. "My bar broke"? Interesting, if you don't mind, hearing that story sounds rather interesting. **hands you a pippin plushie**
Sum41grl, everyone feels a bit like Jack Sparrow now and then. It's considered normal around here. And if Frodo came back, I wouldn't know what to do! It would be a big slash fest! Let's see, how to incorporate Jack Sparrow into it.....Now tell me that secret!!!
So, this chapters a little more angsty, more emotional. Sorry it took me so long to post, I've been trying to finish another story I've written about my friends and I. Hope you enjoy this one! Btw, I own none of these characters.
Merry remembered it.
Yes he remembered everything about Isengard. People had always said he had a good memory. Sometimes too good of a memory.
Some things you don't want to remember, but you can't forget.
It wasn't Pippin's fault really. I was more the curious hobbit inside Pippin that had caused all this trouble.
That streak of mischief that always showed up at the wrong time.
He had been fascinated by that colored globe. Gandalf had called it a palantir, but it didn't seem to matter what it was to Pippin.
Merry was wary of it though. Beautiful things are menacing. It was the same thought that went through his mind when they had met the lady Galadriel.
He was glad he was the older, wiser hobbit.
So later that night, when Merry could no longer feel Pippin's warmth against his side, he knew what he was up to.
He said he just wanted one more look.
It was harmless, he said.
Harmless until Pippin cried out, the palantir alight in his hands, his face contorted in pain.
He was shaking, and Merry couldn't move.
His senses were blunted, his reaction slowed.
All he could do was watch it seemed.
He closed his eyes when Pippin fell to the floor, shaking and crying, because he was crying himself.
But he had been heard.
He would be alright, someone said. Others were coming. Gandalf said he would be fine, he was just the foolish hobbit he had always been. Pippin was saying something about a burning tree. Niether Gandalf nor Aragorn looked pleased about this.
Merry couldn't bring himself to voice the emotions inside him when everyone left them alone. It was anger and worry. Or was it anger from worry? He didn't know. It didn't seem matter.
"Merry?" Pippin sobbed meekly.
"What?" Merry snapped back, unaware of the anger that was creeping it's way out.
Pippin choked on another sob. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?! What in the name of the Shire were you thinking Pip?!"
"Mer, I..."
"No! Stop! You don't know how awful that was for me! I thought I would lose you! Stupid, foolish Took!"
Pippin didn't bother to look up at him. Merry was crying again.
"Why do you always end up doing this?" Merry asked "Why do you always end up nearly killing yourself while I have to suffer through fear? When you were 15 you nearly drown in the Brandywine! I had to save you! I had to save your life! Pippin, I loved you even then!"
He couldn't say anymore, or he would choke himself on the lump in his throat. It was awful, crying like this, having to yell like this. He loved him.Why? Because he always had. He always would. They sat there and looked at each other through their tears. Pain. And weariness.
"Just go home Pippin. For the sake of your life, and my health."
Pippin cried even, and curled himself up in a ball, putting his head between his knees. Muffling the sobs.
Merry wiped at his tears furiously, and laid back down, trying to calm everything inside him. He pulled the blanket over top of himself, not saying another word to Pippin. No goodnights.
He was cold even with the blanket. Pippin didn't return to his side.
And when he woke the next morning, Pippin was gone.
Ooo, some angst...and a small cliffhanger! Review please!