Chapter27

I awoke next to Pippin. I looked over at his sleeping face, and reached out towards him. He looked so peaceful. I brushed his tussled curls with my lips and inched away from him slowly.

I tightened my bodice back up, and slid into my skirts. I felt like a fool. What had I done? No, wait I knew exactly what I had done. Probably gotten myself pregnant in the middle of the most important quest thing of my life.

But I loved him, and I really could see no wrong in the thing, uh... things (wink wink) that I had done. Still.....

'Gods' I thought. Now sitting close to a mallorn tree and picking fallen leaves out of my hair. My gaze still fixed on his sleeping form.

'Gods?' Someone repeated.

I snapped to full attention. 'Don't you like need MY permission to enter my mind?'

A smile, then 'No, though I am usually polite enough to ask.' Galadriel replied.

'Fine. Have it your way. How long have you been listening or whatever it is you do anyway?'

'I am starting to realize that you are not the most joyous hobbit I've met.' She said, unshaken.

I sighed. 'Sorry. I'm just a little on edge right now, seeing as I am probably...'

'Pregnant? You're not. But maybe if you had taken a look in the MIRROR, you would've already known this.'

'I'm not?'

'No.'

Well, that was a relief. Maybe I SHOULD look in her mirror do-hickey. I got up slowly, and crept out of the bushes. Where I was met with the smiling, but stern face of Galadriel herself.

I squeaked. Something of a noise between a shriek, and a squeal. I covered my mouth, hoping that I had not woken Pippin. "How did you know I...uh...we were in there!" I hissed angrily (out loud).

"I have my ways. I had told you had I not, that I wished to speak with you alone?" She said, voice also quiet.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that it gives you unlimited rights to stalk me." I said, swallowing other angry words. Just because she was an elf, doesn't mean that she had the rights to alienate MY basic human or well... hobbit rights.

"Do you wish to speak with me now? Or, shall we wait a little longer?" She questioned.

"No, now is fine." I said with a sigh.

"Well then. First of all, I need your map, and your flute." She said without emotion. Holding out her hand as if she expected me to produce them from behind my back. Like some naughty child caught with their mother's makeup.

"What?"

"I said, that I need my map back, and the flute that the Evenstar gave you." Galadriel answered.

"Your map? Gandalf was the one that gave it to me." I said incredulously.

"Well, that is all very well, but it was I that gave it to him. I need it back, please." She answered, as if she was talking to someone with a very low IQ. Hand still outstretched.

"Well fine, you can have the map back. I don't use it much anyway. But that flute is mine." I snapped quietly, minding Pippin. And trying to keep my anger in check.

"I must have the flute as well. It is dangerous."

"I fought a frickin' kracken for that flute!" I hissed at her. (Knowing full well that she probably wouldn't be moved by the word frickin, and loving to use it anyway.) "And almost drowned. AND, I would have froze to death without it. I'm keeping it." I finished defiantly.

"No."

"YES."

"No."

"UHHHHH! Why!" I hissed, as loud and softly as I could. If that makes any sense at all.

"Do you know what would happen if the enemy got his hands on that flute?" She said, talking to me like I was a simpleton.

I thought for a moment. The thing that the enemy wanted most was the ring. But, the flute only gave you what you needed. Which means that the enemy would not get the ring itself, but perhaps, what he needed to find the ring. Like a handy little map. Or a pinpointed location or something.

Or a couple of books that tell exactly how things are going to happen.

"Oh." Was all that I said.

"I am glad that you understand." She answered, a hint of sarcasm to her voice.

I sighed, and she followed me back to well, the place thing where my pack was. I gave her the flute. Announcing that it was still mine, and that I WOULD be coming back for it. I then proceeded to give her the map.

She noticed the coal writing in the corner, and with a slight wave of her smooth white hand, erased it from being completely. We she left, I brought out Tolkiens books from the bottom of my bag, and threw them on the fire.

Even though I didn't want to do it, I knew it had to be done. If the enemy ever got hold of me, and the books, it would be the end of everything. Of everything that we had all worked so hard for.

A small crystal tear fell from my eye as I watched them burn. Pages consumed by flame within seconds. It felt as if I had lost a friend. One that I could really count on when things got sticky.

I brushed it away with the back of my hand and went back to get Pippin....

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