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The Prancing Pony

Pippin

The black rider stopped short an turned tail the minute Amanda disappeared under the water. The crazy mage was going to get herself killed. But she had saved Frodo. I began to worry when she didn't come up after a few moments. Her lady friend frantically called out her name but she received no answer. Scared I glanced into the water over the side of the raft. As if in answer two hands shot out of water and grasped the raft on both sides of me. She brought her head up gasping for breath. The water had slicked her hair back and her ears pointed out due to the multitude of hair behind them and if you and in the moonlight if you looked at her just so you would swear she was Elf.

"Pippin, you should not glance into water so carelessly especially in the dark for it harbours many secrets," Amanda scolded.

"Then why did you go and jump in," I retorted a little upset that she had regarded me as a child seemingly. Her lips had turned blue from the coldness. Her friend Laurelin suddenly rushed over and helped me pull her onto the raft. We sat her against one of the poles to rest. As soon as we docked we were once again on the road to Bree. It was then raining. When we reached the gates of Bree we were all just as soaked as Amanda the Mage. We approached the gate and Frodo knocked heavily upon it. The top hatch was opened and,

"What do you want?" was spat at Laurelin and Amanda.

"We're heading for the Prancing Pony," answered Laurelin. The hatch was then shut and the gate thrown open immediately.

"Hobbits four of them," exclaimed the gate keeper upon seeing us. "What's more out of the Shire by your dress, what brings you to Bree?"

"We wish ti stay at the Inn! Our business is our own," snapped Frodo befoer anyone else could say a word. The gatekeeper grumbled an apology at us as he waved us in. We continued on to the Prancing Pony sticking close to Amanda and Laurelin since they were bigger and could stare anyone down. We made it to the Prancing Pony with no incidents, we stumbled in from the rain gratefully. Frodo went directly to the innkeeper and inquired after Gandalf and for some strange reason referred to himself as Underhill. Sadly the Innkeeper disappointed Frodo by informing him that Gandalf hadn't been there in over six months. Deciding that an empty stomach was nothing to think on we ordered some food and drink.

Amanda

As we sat at the table in the repast of supper I felt a strange sinking feeling in my stomach, Gandalf was never late. He always arrived when he meant to and he had meant to arrive before us. Something didn't feel right but not wanting to Laurelin or the other Hobbits I kept it to myself. Merry then sauntered up to the table holding a pint that looked comically large in his small hands.

"What's that?" asked Pippin in amazement.

"This my friend is a pint," answered Merry as if he were introducing Pippin to his drink.

"It comes in pints," asked Pippin in awe. Merry made an encouraging sound from his mug. "I'm getting one!" Pippin then rushed off in the direction of the bar.

"You've had a whole half already," cried Sam in protest, but it fell on deaf ears as Pippin kept no going. Sam suddenly changed the subject and said to Frodo while pointing to the corner. "That fellows done nothign but stare at you since we arrived." My gaze danced in the direction of Sam's gesture I felt an odd sense of familiarity but I had no idea why. Then my attention got diverted elsewhere when I heard a distinct voice ask,

"You wouldn't be from the Shire would you?" I turned in horror to see Pippin talking to the one man in all the Prancing Pony that I knew he shouldn't. I jumped to my feet and quickly stood between them.

"Pippin find someone else to converse with," he didn't question me at all but listened. It heartened me that he trusted me completely.

"A voice from the past my dear," he crooned drunkenly.

"You have no business with him, I warn you leave him be he is under my protection," I growled hoping against hope that he would say no more and leave.

"And just whose protection are you under, I don't see that gray bearded wizard anywhere."

"Who says I need protection?" I asked angrily.

"You know that was always your problem too mouthy for your own good, didn't that wizard teach you any manners at all?" he questioned me.

"This is really beginning to bore me, what do you want?" I asked letting the question end on a sight o emphasize my point.

"Nothing save to speak with my only child," he answered. Sadly for him I wasn't biting.

"Father dear you had plenty of time to talk to me before instead you chose to beat me in a drunken rage every night, until you tired of watching me cry. I fell asleep every night wondering if I would live to see the next day," I spat back at him. His mouth twitched as it often did before a severe beating.

"Now see here!" he began.

"No you see here! You may have sired me but you weren't and shall never be my father," I shreiked at him. He never batted an eyelash, he just brought his fist up in a lightning fast movement and struck me in the eye knocking me to the floor. I called forth my staff and sent enough flames in his direction to singe his eyebrows. Luckily there had been a candle on the bar that I had been able to use to generate them. He jumped back stunned.

"So that was why that wizard wanted you, you can do magic," he said in astonishment.

"Yes," I panted from my kneeling position on the ground. "But what hurts most is that you let him have me, you let him buy me from you as if I were a piece of furniture, you didn't care, you didn't love me at all I was just another useful tool for you, you never loved me. I should kill you."

"Maybe you should but you. But you can't you don't have the guts!"