Title: To Be (part 1)
Summary: Sequal to Infinite Abyss. Pippin gets some hope in a bleak time in his life and even happiness
Rating: G
Characters: Pippin/Gandalf
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pretainting to Lord of the Rings.
A hobbit just out of his tweens hurriedly followed behind a man dressed completely in white. The lad's hair was a mass of brown curls that bounced as he walked. He was dirty, though he had just bathed. The half-ling was dressed in Gondorian guards clothing. It fit him all most perfectly – the only thing that did not fit was his shirt, which was only one size too big and his black and silvery white cloak drug the ground ever so slightly.
His emerald green eyes were furrowed slightly in confusion and worry. He was being lead somewhere and he had naught an idea why or where. He wished he would just be left alone and to be aloud to go back to the House of Healing. The hobbit – Pippin – had been told to leave there three days ago and had not been aloud to return. It infuriated him. What if it was Merrys' last few days and Pippin wasn't there? Pippin felt he should be there. In fact, it was tearing him up inside for not being there.
The lad sighed in exasperation. He stopped suddenly. With crossed arms he asked to the white cloaked being, "Where are we going, Gandalf?"
The wizard turned slowly to face the hobbit. He smiled at the hobbit. His blue eyes crinkled up merrily as he did so. "Tis a surprise your Peregrin Took. You will find out shortly. Just be patient – if you can." Gandalf replied as he turned and strode briskly down the long candle-lit hall.
Pippin made a funny sound and followed Gandalf. Pippin was hardly what you called patient. He hated waiting for anything, especially surprises – he liked to know things as soon as he heard about them.
The rest of the way they went in silence. Pippin was deep in thought at what it could be Gandalf was leading him. He came up with various ideas of what they could be. Each one was more ridiculous then the next. Perhaps it is a room of mushrooms, Pippin thought, That would be nice. Or maybe it is a room of pipeweed. No, I do not think so. Merry would prefer that more then me.
Pippin sighed heavily and then sniffed. He looked at his feet. The quick pace had slowly and now Pippin was only shuffling through the halls. The lad did not even look at his surroundings; he just listened to the footfalls of Gandalf to lead him to wherever they might be going. He only looked up when he heard Gandalf stopping and opening a door. Pippin blinked as he peered around Gandalf so that he might be able to see what was lurking in the room, however Pippin could not see anything except a long table. Pippin rubbed his hands together in anticipation, but there was more to what was there then he expected.