Author's Note: It's been months. Everyone has probably lost interest (if
there was any to begin with) so I post this for the sole purpose of being
posted.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Chapter 6: Oleron
Pippin peered through the door. He was the last one to brave entering the darkness. It was quiet, but he could still hear Gandalf laughing rather madly and the hushed footsteps of the Fellowship.
"There's nothing in the dark," Pippin mumbled to himself as he tentatively stepped through the solid oak door framed. He paused. "Well, there might be that funny creature with the crazy purple eyes. And quite possibly Oleron the Blue is as insane as Saruman." He shrugged and kept walking, his eyes darting around.
It kept getting darker and darker as Pippin groped his way along the wall. The air was losing the stuffiness that it had possessed in the caves, the faint smell of fire smoke and old, musty books wafting in and replacing it. The path widened and Pippin could no longer touch both walls. He stopped walking and stood in the middle of the hallway, at a loss. By now there was no shadowy light in the hall. He listened carefully for signs of his friends. But there was no sound, not even the plinking of water that Pippin thought were always in dark, cave-like halls. The fire smell had gotten stronger, though. "Hello?" he shouted.
A faint whooshing noise rushed past Pippin's ears. A stream of soft, yellow light glittered above his head and started to sprinkle down to the floor. It embedded in the stones beneath his feet and along the whole path, illuminating the way. "That certainly solved several problems," Pippin breathed to himself as he watched the smoldering glow spread down the hall. He started walking again, feeling lightheaded as if he were on a path that stretched through the night sky and farther. He was so intent on watching his new walkway that he didn't see it end. "Ow!"
Pippin rubbed his head, glaring at whatever was obstructing his path. "Of all the times for me to be blocked off from finding that door on the other..." He trailed off, realization coming a little too late for his pride. "Oh." Pippin fumbled about for a doorknob, and then grasped a cool, steel ball. Turning it, he slowly pushed it open.
The door swung open smoothly and slowly, a faint light showing. Pippin entered the room it led to, all feelings of apprehension banished long ago. He was greeted by the quiet sounds of a fire crackling merrily and hushed talking. It was dim in the room, but what Pippin could see enthralled him. Towering bookcases surrounded him on all sides, books spilling off and overlapping each other. The room seemed to be small, but it stretched far up towards the sky. Old, creaking wooden ladders that were more like pillars leaned against the shelves. On the walls there were tall, clear windows that reached the ceiling. Ornate metal curled and looped up through the windows, outlined by a starry background. Pippin walked over to the closest window and stuck his head out. A chilly wind wafted through the air over the tops of spruce trees that seemed to be miles downwards. Mountains rose close to the room, neighboring the wizard' s home. The moon was out, full and bright, and stars were glinting high in the sky. A strange, ghostly melody whispered with the wind, but it was not at all unpleasant. Pippin sighed to himself, and then brought his head back into the room.
"Pippin!" a voice hissed. "Where have you been?"
"Merry!" Pippin exclaimed. He ran over to his cousin, who was not too far from the fire that he had heard. It was practically next to the window that Pippin had been looking out of. "How did I miss you?"
"What?"
"I had just come through the door..." he trailed off, seeing the door farther away than he had thought. "Now how...?"
"This room can work in mysterious ways," a strange voice commented. "It likes to bring you what you're looking for."
Pippin turned and found himself staring up at another wizard. So this must be Oleron, he thought. The wizard had on a dark blue cloak and a staff made of dark mahogany intertwined with pale ivory. He smiled down at the somewhat bewildered hobbit.
"Welcome to my humble home," Oleron said, bowing to Pippin. "I hope you didn't find it too much trouble to reach?" He winked at him, dark blue eyes twinkling.
"No sir!" Pippin heard himself answering. "It was just enough trouble and a wonderful time at that."
"Superb!" Oleron cried. "And now that we have dispensed of the pleasantries, come and join your friends before my fire, Master Took."
Pippin followed as Merry led him to an old, massively cushioned couch. Frodo and Sam were already sitting down, both with drinks in their hands and both looking dwarfed by the couch. The others were seated in the same fashion, all weary but glad to be at rest. Pippin jumped on the couch, sighing as he relished the softness that he hadn't felt since Rivendell.
"Now that we are all accounted for," Oleron said, "you may continue with your story, Gandalf."
Gandalf began to tell Oleron the story of their travels and the Ring. At the mention of Dragas and his goblins and the baelshre, Oleron frowned but said nothing. When Gandalf finished, Oleron sighed deeply and stood, walking slowly to the window. Silence filled the room.
"Times are falling," Oleron whispered. "But we shall not fall with them." He turned back to Gandalf. "I will counsel you in these matters and I will help with all my power."
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Alright, it was very, very, very short. But I'm out of ideas and a person has been asking for more and I've been mean and not given them anything. So this is it for now. I'm clean out. But.I'm sensing a second wind..
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Chapter 6: Oleron
Pippin peered through the door. He was the last one to brave entering the darkness. It was quiet, but he could still hear Gandalf laughing rather madly and the hushed footsteps of the Fellowship.
"There's nothing in the dark," Pippin mumbled to himself as he tentatively stepped through the solid oak door framed. He paused. "Well, there might be that funny creature with the crazy purple eyes. And quite possibly Oleron the Blue is as insane as Saruman." He shrugged and kept walking, his eyes darting around.
It kept getting darker and darker as Pippin groped his way along the wall. The air was losing the stuffiness that it had possessed in the caves, the faint smell of fire smoke and old, musty books wafting in and replacing it. The path widened and Pippin could no longer touch both walls. He stopped walking and stood in the middle of the hallway, at a loss. By now there was no shadowy light in the hall. He listened carefully for signs of his friends. But there was no sound, not even the plinking of water that Pippin thought were always in dark, cave-like halls. The fire smell had gotten stronger, though. "Hello?" he shouted.
A faint whooshing noise rushed past Pippin's ears. A stream of soft, yellow light glittered above his head and started to sprinkle down to the floor. It embedded in the stones beneath his feet and along the whole path, illuminating the way. "That certainly solved several problems," Pippin breathed to himself as he watched the smoldering glow spread down the hall. He started walking again, feeling lightheaded as if he were on a path that stretched through the night sky and farther. He was so intent on watching his new walkway that he didn't see it end. "Ow!"
Pippin rubbed his head, glaring at whatever was obstructing his path. "Of all the times for me to be blocked off from finding that door on the other..." He trailed off, realization coming a little too late for his pride. "Oh." Pippin fumbled about for a doorknob, and then grasped a cool, steel ball. Turning it, he slowly pushed it open.
The door swung open smoothly and slowly, a faint light showing. Pippin entered the room it led to, all feelings of apprehension banished long ago. He was greeted by the quiet sounds of a fire crackling merrily and hushed talking. It was dim in the room, but what Pippin could see enthralled him. Towering bookcases surrounded him on all sides, books spilling off and overlapping each other. The room seemed to be small, but it stretched far up towards the sky. Old, creaking wooden ladders that were more like pillars leaned against the shelves. On the walls there were tall, clear windows that reached the ceiling. Ornate metal curled and looped up through the windows, outlined by a starry background. Pippin walked over to the closest window and stuck his head out. A chilly wind wafted through the air over the tops of spruce trees that seemed to be miles downwards. Mountains rose close to the room, neighboring the wizard' s home. The moon was out, full and bright, and stars were glinting high in the sky. A strange, ghostly melody whispered with the wind, but it was not at all unpleasant. Pippin sighed to himself, and then brought his head back into the room.
"Pippin!" a voice hissed. "Where have you been?"
"Merry!" Pippin exclaimed. He ran over to his cousin, who was not too far from the fire that he had heard. It was practically next to the window that Pippin had been looking out of. "How did I miss you?"
"What?"
"I had just come through the door..." he trailed off, seeing the door farther away than he had thought. "Now how...?"
"This room can work in mysterious ways," a strange voice commented. "It likes to bring you what you're looking for."
Pippin turned and found himself staring up at another wizard. So this must be Oleron, he thought. The wizard had on a dark blue cloak and a staff made of dark mahogany intertwined with pale ivory. He smiled down at the somewhat bewildered hobbit.
"Welcome to my humble home," Oleron said, bowing to Pippin. "I hope you didn't find it too much trouble to reach?" He winked at him, dark blue eyes twinkling.
"No sir!" Pippin heard himself answering. "It was just enough trouble and a wonderful time at that."
"Superb!" Oleron cried. "And now that we have dispensed of the pleasantries, come and join your friends before my fire, Master Took."
Pippin followed as Merry led him to an old, massively cushioned couch. Frodo and Sam were already sitting down, both with drinks in their hands and both looking dwarfed by the couch. The others were seated in the same fashion, all weary but glad to be at rest. Pippin jumped on the couch, sighing as he relished the softness that he hadn't felt since Rivendell.
"Now that we are all accounted for," Oleron said, "you may continue with your story, Gandalf."
Gandalf began to tell Oleron the story of their travels and the Ring. At the mention of Dragas and his goblins and the baelshre, Oleron frowned but said nothing. When Gandalf finished, Oleron sighed deeply and stood, walking slowly to the window. Silence filled the room.
"Times are falling," Oleron whispered. "But we shall not fall with them." He turned back to Gandalf. "I will counsel you in these matters and I will help with all my power."
* * * * * * *
Alright, it was very, very, very short. But I'm out of ideas and a person has been asking for more and I've been mean and not given them anything. So this is it for now. I'm clean out. But.I'm sensing a second wind..