Summary: Some Pippin POV's in my opinion during the fellowship
Disclaimer: I still do not own the wee hobbit
A/N: Any reviews will be welcomed, flames will not
Chapter 2
Peregrin Took felt as if all joy had seeped from his heart. None of the others were speaking to him. This was not the worst of it, for they also were not speaking to each other. Pippin wondered why the air had become quite still, but he did not wonder for long as he found himself at arrowpoint.
Up and up they went to what Pippin thought must be a thousand steps. His body was tired, his mind a constant whirl of emotions. Mixed with the sadness from before, now was a sense of peace. He did not understand it, but the first glance of Galadriel he knew. This was beauty that could not be matched.
Why, he wondered had he felt so violated, so ashamed as the Lady of the Light seemed to stare into his very soul. Why had she looked at him when she had said the curiosity of one shall cause great sorrow. Sleep would not come so easily to Pippin, his dreams plagued by seeing Gandalf fall, and the cold, cruel eyes of the orcs that pursued them. All of these things could have kept him awake for days, but it was the tears that had flowed silently down Frodo's face, that kept the youngest member of the Fellowship awake.
They were off again, not on foot but in boats, given to them by the elves. Pippin was not fearful of boats like most hobbits, but as he did not know how to swim he only hoped that Boromir could keep him atop the water. He had grown fond of the man from Gondor, understanding how he felt when the others cast wary glances at him. Pippin himself was often excluded from things, called a bother, a nuisance.
Land, Pippin's hairy hobbit feet were once again on dry land, and he heaved a sigh of relief. He got out of the boats along with the others, and followed Aragorn's lead. Soon they rested and Pippin was happy to put up his feet, and rest for a few minutes, the previous nights lack of sleep catching up to him. Merry had asked if he was all right, but Pippin had put on the same mask of a smile and told him all was fine, a lie only Pippin knew.
It was supposed to be a peaceful rest, but Frodo had gone for wood, and now he was telling them he was leaving. Pippin had looked up to Frodo since he was a wee thing, always asking him questions, always tagging along with him and the others. Before Pippin could beg Frodo to stay Merry jumped from his hiding place, causing the uruk hai to see him.
The fear Pippin felt he swallowed, his love for his friend Merry overwhelming all else. With a leap he joined Merry, leading the vile things away from Frodo. Ten minutes later as he and Merry found themselves surrounded he wondered what fool thought had caused him to do this. Was he to die, here in the woods like a animal, without his family, without laying eyes upon The Shire again?
The shout that found Pippin's ears was the greatest sound of all. Boromir had come to their rescue, come to chase away the creatures of Mordor. He was a man of Gondor, his sword mighty, he would kill them, and the others would soon come, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.
Pippin's eyes bulged as the first arrow hit Boromir; the sound of it he would never truly forget. He stood frozen, unable to move, unable to draw his sword. His friend, Boromir now had two arrows protruding from his chest, and yet he fought on, never wavering in his fight. Merry screamed, the sound of it waking Pippin from his stupor as the third arrow hit Boromir. Pippin let the tears of hurt and anger seep from the corners of his eyes, but his heart was stone cold. He had never had a desire to take a life before, but he wished to kill those who had taken Boromir from them.
Pippin waited, his sword drawn, flinging himself at the uruk hai, expecting death, and awaiting it. He was surprised when they picked him and Merry up and carried them further down the path. Pippin fought against them to no avail, his sword falling to the ground. Further away they got, until he could see Boromir no longer. He could not imagine what new horrors would await them, his thought though prayed for the others to find Boromir. Would they know of his courage, his honor, trying to save them? Peregrin Took closed his eyes to wash away the image, and the tears cascaded down his face, as his lips sent out the prayer for Boromir, man of Gondor, but more importantly, his friend.