Summary: A few of Pippin's POV's during the fellowship
Disclaimer: The wee hobbit would be groped therefore I cannot own him
A/N: These are just my opinions of his thoughts, any reviews are welcomed, flames will be given to the LOM for fun
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Chapter 3
Peregrin Took worried, not for himself but for Merry. His friend had been hurt by the foul creatures that carried them even now. He was startled when Merry had awoke, and even more so when he choked on the black substance poured down his throat. Pippin had meant for it to help Merry, not hurt him even further. He wanted to comfort Merry, as Merry had done for him so many times, and yet again he could do nothing.
Pippin worried for Frodo and Sam, and for all the others he could not longer lay eyes on. True, he was not much help to begin with, always doing the wrong thing, but that did not make his intentions any less noble.
Pippin was afraid, the orclike creatures had spoken of wishing to eat him and Merry. Pippin had been a lover of food and ale, but at this moment he did not know if he would ever find the urge to eat again. He had wanted to flee, to get away, run, but he would not leave Merry behind. It had been Merry all those times as a child who had included him, all those times who had taken up for him, when others had pushed him around, and now he would not leave him.
The screams were deafening. Everywhere around him Pippin saw uruk hais fall, arrows sticking out of eyes, chests, and throats. He shuddered, his stomach churning up the bile until he fought back the urge to retch. Was he destined to die here among these creatures? Was his body to never be found, alone to breathe his last breath surrounded by the very things that had taken him?
Pippin was not ready to die. Crawling to Merry he prodded until Merry awoke. Looking back at him were those same eyes, the ones he had seen many times in The Shire staring back at him as they fled another prank. Motioning for Merry to follow Pippin ran for the only place left, the forest.
Pippin thought they had escaped their fate, but he soon found himself staring into the face of a tree, a tree that was staring back at him. Pippin screamed, fighting to get away, fighting with his mind to make it go away. Where was Merry?
Pippin thought Merry insane. The blow he had taken to the head must have caused some damage for he was talking to a tree, and the tree was talking back. Many times he and Merry had been so drunk they had woken up in various places in The Shire, but never had Pippin been drunk enough to talk to a tree. Pippin's was about to object to the conversation when he saw the orc pin Merry down. Forgetting everything he fought bravely to get free, his frustration mounting as the grip from the branches grew stronger. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see Merry die by the hands of the orc, but when he opened them Merry was quite alive, and without thinking Pippin let out a squeal of delight.
Accustomed to riding atop Treebeard Pippin and Merry were now headed to battle. They knew somewhere the other members were fighting, slaying all those who waged war for Sauron, and they would not be left behind. Pippin had tried to talk Merry out of going, tried to make him see clearly, but Merry would have none of that.
Am I a coward just because I do not wish to die, as Gandalf, and Boromir did? Pippin thought, and still Merry stood up ready to fight. Could he march into battle not knowing if he would come out alive in the end, to feel death's grip take him? As he looked out into the expanse that had been forest, when he thought of how the others had died trying to save the world from devastation without heed, Pippin knew the answer. He sucked in a breath and marched off to tear down the walls of Isengard and rid Middle Earth of its darkness.
Peregrin Took stood beside Gandalf, hoping the wizard was asleep. He wanted to peer into the black orb again. It called to him, kept him from sleep, and gnawed away at him. Without another thought he grabbed it, waving off the protests from Merry. What harm could it cause?
The pain hit him instantly, the waves of terror taking over his mind and soul. Before him he saw death, destruction, things never meant to be seen, and yet he could not tear his gaze away. The palantir spoke to him, a horrible voice asking questions, Pippin could not answer. It was not that he did not know the answers, but something in him fought the darkness that tried to take him over. It wanted the ring, it wanted Frodo.
Pippin woke to Gandalf staring down at him, the others standing fearfully in the background. Pippin's eyes did not miss the look of disappointment cross their faces. He only wanted to hide away in shame, his mind still reeling from the images. He would be haunted by them forever, the screams of agony, the pleas.
There they all stood before Theoden of Rohan. Pippin listened as Gandalf spoke on his behalf, but Pippin knew that once again he had done something to put them all in danger. Following Gandalf outside he asked, but got no answers. Merry seemed angry with him, upset that he once again had dragged them into another dilemma. Pippin could feel nothing but sorrow. Why did he do it, why could he not control himself? He had no answers.
Gandalf swung Pippin upon Shadowfax, and told them they were headed for Minias Tirith. Pippin waited for another horse to be led out for Merry, when none came his heart began to beat rapidly. He accepted the tobacco from Merry and watched as tears started to roll down his face. Why was Merry crying, why was he waving as if to say good-bye? It then dawned on Pippin that he was leaving, and Merry was not to follow.
"Merry!" Pippin screamed over and over till his throat was raw. He had watched until no glimpse of him could be seen, and knew that all of it was his fault. He could not be without Merry, he was his friend, his protector since he was but a wee hobbit. A sense of loss surrounded what had once been his courage, his heart and soul. He was alone now, Merry was not here, Frodo and Sam he had no idea. Hanging his head Pippin cried, silent tears rolling down his face. "Am I destined to always cause pain?" he thought. He knew he was alone, but he thought back to the look on Merry's face before he lost sight of him. Merry had been there still waving to him, tears flowing, and yet he had muttered his friendship. Pippin fell asleep on Gandalf as he rode to face some new terror, Merry's last words playing over and over in his head.
" I do not know if we will see each other again, but I am here, always," Merry had said placing his hand over his heart. To Minias Tirith, he was headed, but his heart had been left behind in Rohan, with Merry.