Summary: Pippin's POV during the fellowship
Disclaimer: I do not own the wee hobbit, lest he be covered in drool
A/N: These are my own thoughts, not necessarily the right ones
Chapter 5
Pippin ran to the courtyard when he heard the cries that someone was nearing the gate. He hoped that it was Faramir, but when he saw the lone horse his heart sank. His eyes filled with tears as, trailing behind the horse, he saw the arrow riddled body of Faramir being dragged. No one noticed the single hobbit, but they heard his scream reverberate off the stone walls of Minias Tirith.
Running, gasping, Pippin knew he had to reach Faramir, had to see with his own two eyes that he was dead. Falling to his knees beside him, Pippin was ready to give his last goodbyes to his friend, but he saw a flicker of life still in his body, a small breath being taken.
"He is alive!" he yelled, but no one was listening, Again no one paid him heed, just as always happened. He begged, he pleaded, but in the end they dragged Faramir's body to through the open door and slammed it in his face.
When Pippin found out Denethor wished to burn him alive he panicked. For his cries of rage he was quickly and uncermonialy thrown out on his ear. Knowing Gandalf was his only hope, Pippin took off running through the chaos to the white wizard.
When Gandalf had taken him atop the horse, Pippin was relieved -- they were going to make it in time -- but as they rounded the corner, his heart dropped. The most hideous thing he had ever seen stood in their path. Pippin's courage welled within him when he saw Gandalf's staff shatter, and he raised his sword to meet this new foe. One look, however, sent him screaming, trying to drown out the voices in his head.
The nazgul turned before it could strike down the two that clung to each other in horror. Pippin did not know why, nor did he care. Snagging Gandalf's attention again, they were off towards Denethor and his madness.
Pippin sat atop the horse as they burst through the door. Behind the many guards that only the day before he had befriended lay Faramir, covered in oil, and beside him was Denethor. The look on his face sent shivers through the tiny hobbit, but he would not let his new friend die, not like this, not burned alive by his own father.
As Gandalf pushed Denethor from the pyre, Pippin jumped into the flames. The heat was so intense, and he pushed to try to move Faramir, but he was a hobbit and Faramir a fully grown man. The weight difference was considerable, but where Pippin did not have the brute force, he had the stubborness of four men. With a strength driving him forward, he pushed Faramir from the pyre and slapped out the flames on him.
This struggle was over, but outside the fighting raged on. Merry was outside, somewhere, and Pippin had to find him. He was lost without his friend, but this time apart had shown Pippin he could stand by himself. There would be many more battles before the war was over, many challenges for a wee hobbit to face. Was he ready to stare down the face of his enemy again so soon? Would he falter in his courage then?
Pippin did not know the answers to this, but he was determined to fight for the freedom of Middle Earth. True, the Shire was still untouched by this evil, but if he and the others did not stop Sauron, then no place would be left untainted.
A/N: it is very short but I wanted to get it updated