Authors Note
**spontaneously combusts from happiness** WHEEEE!!!!!! Oh god, you guys...you are the best. I absolutely loved your reviews. **maniac grin**
Lady S- Of course I reviewed your story! Too bad you accidently strangled me...Lol. And, another of course, I am definitely going to do the scene where Pippin finds Merry on the battlefield! Do you think I'd pass up on emotions like that! It's like a slash writers dream! (Hi, I'm a slash addict. How are you?) But thanks so much for your awesome review!! And, you've only seen RotK one more time than I have. You know you really should get a muzzle or something for that orc plushie of yours.
GoGoTorturegirlYeah- Dear GGTgY, I love you. You're the best! Thank you bunches for your compliment on that line. I thought it was almost too much fluffy cheesiness to put in there, but apparently not! And if I ever stop writing, it will probably only be because I have died.
Or because Lady S has strangled me again and I have become paralyzed.
And, OMG! AN ENTIRE CHAPTER FOR ME TO CHOOSE! Well not choose, you know but....you already guessed it! Merry and Pippin! Fluffly slash abound! It should involve Pippin's revenge for Merry taking his pie(or what was it again?). Or, whatever you want to do! Your review made my entire day! I LOVE YOU!
Nikki- Hehehe...Pippin in a box. Yeah those air holes will be useful when you have to ship him to Frazeysburg, Ohio.
So I don't really like this chapter that much I guess. I think it's kind of boring. Tell me hat you think. I need some more angst, or more fluffy slash. I may start skipping to the good parts. Most of the rest of the chapters are going to be from Pippin's pov. (I think?) So tell me what you think about this one. P.S.- I don't own them! ******************************************
Pippin wept the first night.
He was truly alone.
Not alone in the sense that he had no one to talk to. There was always Gandalf. But alone in the sense that he was without Merry. Because that in itself was a state of being. And that was where he was at now. Without Merry.
As they rode toward Minas Tirith he grew more and more afraid.
Afraid of his future, afraid for Merry, afraid of his own uncertainty.
The white tree was dead when they first approached the great hall. When he had seen it through the palantir, it had been flaming.
Burning while somewhere Sauron was watching with malice.
And so this was the White City. Pippin found it hard not to think of Boromir, knowing how proud he had been of his home. The fute Steward of Gondor...
"Now listen carefully, Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death will be most unwise." Gandalf said as they approached the doors.
"And don't mention Frodo. And say nothing of Aragorn either."
Pippin looked down, feeling a bit ashamed, and knowing very well what was coming next.
"In fact..." Gandalf continued, turning around "It's better if you do not speak at all Peregrin Took."
Pippin nodded, keeping his eyes lowered. He'd been avoiding Gandalf's knowing gaze since....that night.
He occupied himself with thoughts of Merry instead.
How Merry had looked the other day when he left, the way his hair was gold in the sunlight....
How his green eyes were filled with a bittersweet sorrow....
How his voice was so weak when they said goodbye....
Pippin snapped himself out of his thoughts and followed Gandalf through the doors and into the great hall.
The Steward Denethor sat at his throne, his face lowered. Long gray greasy hair hung over his face.
He doesn't even acknowledge the slam of the wide wooden doors, and if he even notices them, Denethor doesn't lift his face to see Gandalf, or Pippin.
Gandalf stops in front of the lord, and Pippin is sent nearly tumbling over, alarmed by his sudden stop.
"Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor."
Gandalf seems to be studying Denethor's current state.
"I come with tidings in this dark hour. And with counsel."
Denethor looks up. His black eyes peering at them, his skin is sallow and pale. Pippin shudders.
Denethor holds out his hands, as if in an offering. But he displays the broken pieces of the Horn of Gondor in his hands.
Pippin stares, his mouth agape.
"Perhaps you come to explain this. Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is dead."
Denethor states the last word sharply, it's echo ringing inside the great hall, his hands shaking as he places the broken pieces back into his lap.
Pippin's mind is racing.
He's seeing Boromir, his face written over and twisted with the pain that Merry and Pippin knew he could feel.
Three.
Three arrows in the chest.
But he fought on.
He almost saved them.
Almost...
And now he stands before Boromir's father.
Pippin looks up at Denethor and takes a step forward.
"Boromir died to save us, my kinsman and I." Gandalf did not say not to speak of Boromir if Denethor already knew of his death.
"He fell defending us from many foes."
Gandalf looked down at him. "Pippin!"
Pippin wasn't listening, he wasn't going to fail again. He was going to honor the Took family name. He was finally going to do something right. He would be a part of this war against evil, if only to fight for his friends.
If only for Merry.
He kneeled in front of Denethor.
"I offer you my service, such as it is. In payment of this death."
The next thing he felt was Gandalf's staff hitting him in the side.
Pippin got up, rubbing his arm against his side, glaring at Gandalf. He steps back, flooded with relief, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
He wanted to laugh, to cry again even.
Peregrin Took, Servant of Gondor, Guard of the Citadel.
He suddenly wished that Pervincia was here, so he could have someone to gloat to. But no, Gaurds of the Citadel did not gloat to their sisters. Their served their city, honored to have the privilege. Pippin beamed.
He turned his attention back to Gandalf and Denethor, who were deep in argument with one another.
"I know who rides with Theoden of Rohan. Oh yes, word has reached my word of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn." Denethor spat
""And I tell you now, I will not bow to this ranger from the North!"
Pippin could see the rage in Gandalf's eyes growing as Denethor spoke.
"Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the king, Steward!"
Denethor jumped up from his chair in his anger.
"The rule of Gondor is mine! And no others!"
The two men glared at each other for what seemed to be ages. Pippin once again was staring, bewildered.
He had just pledged his alliegence to one who would deny Strider the crown? Maybe he had made a mistake. He wouldn't know until it was almost too late.
**spontaneously combusts from happiness** WHEEEE!!!!!! Oh god, you guys...you are the best. I absolutely loved your reviews. **maniac grin**
Lady S- Of course I reviewed your story! Too bad you accidently strangled me...Lol. And, another of course, I am definitely going to do the scene where Pippin finds Merry on the battlefield! Do you think I'd pass up on emotions like that! It's like a slash writers dream! (Hi, I'm a slash addict. How are you?) But thanks so much for your awesome review!! And, you've only seen RotK one more time than I have. You know you really should get a muzzle or something for that orc plushie of yours.
GoGoTorturegirlYeah- Dear GGTgY, I love you. You're the best! Thank you bunches for your compliment on that line. I thought it was almost too much fluffy cheesiness to put in there, but apparently not! And if I ever stop writing, it will probably only be because I have died.
Or because Lady S has strangled me again and I have become paralyzed.
And, OMG! AN ENTIRE CHAPTER FOR ME TO CHOOSE! Well not choose, you know but....you already guessed it! Merry and Pippin! Fluffly slash abound! It should involve Pippin's revenge for Merry taking his pie(or what was it again?). Or, whatever you want to do! Your review made my entire day! I LOVE YOU!
Nikki- Hehehe...Pippin in a box. Yeah those air holes will be useful when you have to ship him to Frazeysburg, Ohio.
So I don't really like this chapter that much I guess. I think it's kind of boring. Tell me hat you think. I need some more angst, or more fluffy slash. I may start skipping to the good parts. Most of the rest of the chapters are going to be from Pippin's pov. (I think?) So tell me what you think about this one. P.S.- I don't own them! ******************************************
Pippin wept the first night.
He was truly alone.
Not alone in the sense that he had no one to talk to. There was always Gandalf. But alone in the sense that he was without Merry. Because that in itself was a state of being. And that was where he was at now. Without Merry.
As they rode toward Minas Tirith he grew more and more afraid.
Afraid of his future, afraid for Merry, afraid of his own uncertainty.
The white tree was dead when they first approached the great hall. When he had seen it through the palantir, it had been flaming.
Burning while somewhere Sauron was watching with malice.
And so this was the White City. Pippin found it hard not to think of Boromir, knowing how proud he had been of his home. The fute Steward of Gondor...
"Now listen carefully, Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death will be most unwise." Gandalf said as they approached the doors.
"And don't mention Frodo. And say nothing of Aragorn either."
Pippin looked down, feeling a bit ashamed, and knowing very well what was coming next.
"In fact..." Gandalf continued, turning around "It's better if you do not speak at all Peregrin Took."
Pippin nodded, keeping his eyes lowered. He'd been avoiding Gandalf's knowing gaze since....that night.
He occupied himself with thoughts of Merry instead.
How Merry had looked the other day when he left, the way his hair was gold in the sunlight....
How his green eyes were filled with a bittersweet sorrow....
How his voice was so weak when they said goodbye....
Pippin snapped himself out of his thoughts and followed Gandalf through the doors and into the great hall.
The Steward Denethor sat at his throne, his face lowered. Long gray greasy hair hung over his face.
He doesn't even acknowledge the slam of the wide wooden doors, and if he even notices them, Denethor doesn't lift his face to see Gandalf, or Pippin.
Gandalf stops in front of the lord, and Pippin is sent nearly tumbling over, alarmed by his sudden stop.
"Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor."
Gandalf seems to be studying Denethor's current state.
"I come with tidings in this dark hour. And with counsel."
Denethor looks up. His black eyes peering at them, his skin is sallow and pale. Pippin shudders.
Denethor holds out his hands, as if in an offering. But he displays the broken pieces of the Horn of Gondor in his hands.
Pippin stares, his mouth agape.
"Perhaps you come to explain this. Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is dead."
Denethor states the last word sharply, it's echo ringing inside the great hall, his hands shaking as he places the broken pieces back into his lap.
Pippin's mind is racing.
He's seeing Boromir, his face written over and twisted with the pain that Merry and Pippin knew he could feel.
Three.
Three arrows in the chest.
But he fought on.
He almost saved them.
Almost...
And now he stands before Boromir's father.
Pippin looks up at Denethor and takes a step forward.
"Boromir died to save us, my kinsman and I." Gandalf did not say not to speak of Boromir if Denethor already knew of his death.
"He fell defending us from many foes."
Gandalf looked down at him. "Pippin!"
Pippin wasn't listening, he wasn't going to fail again. He was going to honor the Took family name. He was finally going to do something right. He would be a part of this war against evil, if only to fight for his friends.
If only for Merry.
He kneeled in front of Denethor.
"I offer you my service, such as it is. In payment of this death."
The next thing he felt was Gandalf's staff hitting him in the side.
Pippin got up, rubbing his arm against his side, glaring at Gandalf. He steps back, flooded with relief, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
He wanted to laugh, to cry again even.
Peregrin Took, Servant of Gondor, Guard of the Citadel.
He suddenly wished that Pervincia was here, so he could have someone to gloat to. But no, Gaurds of the Citadel did not gloat to their sisters. Their served their city, honored to have the privilege. Pippin beamed.
He turned his attention back to Gandalf and Denethor, who were deep in argument with one another.
"I know who rides with Theoden of Rohan. Oh yes, word has reached my word of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn." Denethor spat
""And I tell you now, I will not bow to this ranger from the North!"
Pippin could see the rage in Gandalf's eyes growing as Denethor spoke.
"Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the king, Steward!"
Denethor jumped up from his chair in his anger.
"The rule of Gondor is mine! And no others!"
The two men glared at each other for what seemed to be ages. Pippin once again was staring, bewildered.
He had just pledged his alliegence to one who would deny Strider the crown? Maybe he had made a mistake. He wouldn't know until it was almost too late.