Chapter Seven: Guard of the Stewards

Night found Feanar sitting beside the beacon of Minas Tirith, again staring over the plains. His mind and heart yearning for his sister. Gilrean would calm him and make him laugh if he got too serious.

Feanar's mind wandered to Ithilien , swimming through memories of days past. The time he had fallen out of a tree and broken his arm. Gilrean was there to make him feel better and worse at the same time. At that occation, she teased him non-stop. She had made it to the top, where he could not. As his mind drifted from that moment, it came to his mother. A fading memory she was, for he had been not even ten when it happened. He remembered vividly the orcs, his father yelling orders to his men, him trying to fight alongside his father instead of…

"Excuse me?" A quiet young voice caused Feanar to jump and turn his head around so fast he got a kink in his neck. There stood a child, in the atire of a guard. No, not a child, for the face was that of a man's. Must be the hobbit Aragorn had been talking about. On the hobbits sholders was a grey-green cloak that was of elvish make. Feanar stood, then to the hobbit's surprise, bowed.

"Pedigren Took, it is a honor to meet you." Feanar said. The hobbit blushed.

"Call me Pippen or Pip. Everyone does. Am I right in thinking you are Master Feanar Greenleaf?"

"Me? A master? Don't make me laugh. If I am a master then my father could ride a winged horse." Pippin blinked. "Ah, don't mind me. Just call me Feanar. None of the formal stuff." Pippin nodded quickly.

"King Aragorn wishes to speak with you. He said something about a sword." Pippin said, the curiousity hidden poorly.

"You have a question in your eyes."

"Em… well it is none of my buissness. To meddle in the afairs of wizards and elves, I mean." Pippin said uncomfortably.

"What? If you are going to figit about it, you may as well ask."

"What is Aragorn really calling you about?"

"A sword." Feanar said. "Lead away to your king." He was pleased to see Pippin figit more with questions as they started walking.

"You are about to burst with another question."

"Why is the king making a big deal about a sword?" Pippin blurted. Then he blushed again for his lapse. Feanar laughed. His plan worked, he had gotten Pippin to go beyond duty. Now he could become friends with the hobbit.

"It was broken and he had it fixed. Now he is giving it to me. Did that answer quench your thirst?" He teased. "Or do I have to resort to what my father had told me about answering a hobbit's questions." He nearly laughed at the look on Pippins face. It was a mix between sudden realization, enbarasment, and a pout. Feanar evily smiled. "Ah. I see my plan worked!"

"Why you! I thought elves were above that!" Pippin laughed. "Trickery, what a wonder."

"Nay, I was pulling you out of formalities." Feanar said. "It would be no good to try to become friends with one who was so absorbed in formalities. Master… hn." Feanar scoffed. The two reached the main hall.

"Arg. Why does the walk seem to be shorter when with a friend." Pippin moaned. Feanar looked at the hobbit and found amusement and youth in his eyes. Feanar then did a thing that Celgalad would do. He did a stupid, wild motion, offering the hobbit to go through the door first.

"After you."

AN: Muahahahaha... Had to leave you a hanger! Muahhaha! Ok, I will stop the stupid mad laughter. snicker snicker

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