Title: To Be (Part 2)

Summary: Part 2 of the Sequal of Infinate Abyss.

Rating: PG (for angst)

Characters: Pippin/Gandalf and breifly, Gimli, Legolas, and Aragorn.

"Come Pippin, lad," Gandalf said to him. The wizard turned quickly to face the hobbit. "Your surprise awaits you." He placed a gentle hand on Pippins shoulder.
"Will I like my surprise Gandalf?" Pippin asked softly

"Oh, I think you will. Yes, yes – very well indeed." Gandalf muttered. The last part of the words were whispered, as if he was not speaking to Pippin directly.

Pippin smiled at Gandalf and felt nerves come over him.

"Shall we enter?" the whizard asked him.

Pippin nodded hurridly and Gandalf lead the hobbit into the room. The hobbit gasped when he entered the room. He was absolutely amaised.

The room was huge; in fact it was a hall. The hall was dressed in rich purples, reds, greens, golds, and blues. There was a long, oak table in the center of the hall with about 142 chairs on both sides and 2 at either end. Under the table and 144 chairs was a wool rug that was an inch longer then the table and was richly colored.

At the far end of the room was a hearth with a cheerful fire crackling in it and at one of its sides was a door- which lead to the kitchens. At the other side of the hearth were two leather chairs and a small couch that faced the fire – each of chairs had someone seated in them and on the couch was 2 beings, though Pippin did not know whom the figure was (at the time). The person in the chair nearer to the fire stood first and smiled at Pippin. "What has kept you, Mellon Nin?" the fair haired elven prince asked.

"Well…" Pippin began, but the being in the second chair interupted him.
"Get yehself over here, laddie!" Gimli said, standing and hurrying over to Pippin and Gandalf.

Before Pippin could move willingly, Gimli has ushered him across the room and to the seating.

A third person stood and smiling, bowed slightly to Pippin. The lads' eyes widen and gulped. He wanted to bow – knew he should – but Gimli had a death grip on him at the moment. "Wh-what is going on?" Pippin whispered in a worried voice

Aragorn smiled and patted Pippin upon the shoulder. "Let go, Gimli," the future king whispered with a small chuckle.

"Sorry," Gimli whispered and let go of Pippins shoulder.

For a moment Pippin just stood there, rubbing his shoulder, though soon he decided he should move. Quickly, he manuvered himself around the couch and then stopped. His eyes widen and tears came into his eyes.

"Oh my…." He whispered, putting a hand to his mouth.