"Elvish"
Merry and Pippin were getting anxious. With every day that passed, Isengard seemed to move closer and closer to them. "You'd think with how long Treebeard's legs are that we'd get there faster." Pippin whispered to Merry, hoping that the Ent didn't hear. Of course the Ent did hear and muttered under his breath about ungrateful Hobbits, making Pippin hurriedly apologise to the Ent sheepishly.
The Hobbits and Treebeard were making their way to Isengard with Treebeard thinking he was only dropping them off but Merry and Pippin merely wanted to show him the damage that Saruman had done to the Forest...and hopefully persuade him and the rest of the Ents to fight. Their friends were fighting, why could they not?
Night soon fell and the Hobbits drifted off to sleep, their dreams featuring someone they did not expect. Merry and Pippin found themselves in Lothlórien, once again in the Healing House. "Merry, what's happening?" Pippin asked his friend, wondering if they both had finally lost their minds.
"Shhh Pip, I'm thinking." Merry replied anxiously, his brown eyes taking in the familiar surroundings of Lothlórien.
They had been walking amongst the beautiful trees when they heard a voice say, "Hello my friends. How I have missed you both." Startling suddenly and reaching for their daggers which were not there, they whipped around to see Eleniel, like she looked when she was alive. Beautiful and...breathing, which was the most important thing to them. Running to their friend, they jumped into her embrace, the happiness present in their expressions.
"Lee, I've missed you," Merry said in Noldorin, Pippin repeating his words. While they had spent time together in Lothlórien, she had taught all four of the Hobbits the language of her people. They weren't exactly fluent but they could hold a conversation with her.
She smiled at their words before replying, "I have missed you all aswell my Hobbits," They snuggled into her arms, both of them breathing in her homely scent.
Merry pulled away from the arms of his friend, a bright smile on his face which darkened when he remembered what Gandalf had told them. "Lee, how are you here? What is this? Are you not supposed to be dead?" The smart, little Hobbit asked to their friend.
Eleniel merely smiled at them before nodding at them to walk with her. She told them how Irmo had allowed for her spirit to enter their dreams to speak with them. The Hobbits stuck very closely to their friends side and constantly glanced at her as if they feared that she would disappear if they looked away even for a second. "You know I miss all of you very much. The presence of all of you around me as I sleep is something that I dearly miss," she said to them.
Sad expressions found their way onto Merry and Pippin's faces as their eyes watered. "I am sure everyone misses you aswell but we are happy that Irmo has allowed us to see you, even if this is only a dream." Merry said, small tears flowing down their cheeks as they looked sadly at their dead friend.
Eleniel smiled dejectedly at them both, wishing she could tell them that she would see them again one day but knew that it was not the time. "I know," they looked around and found themselves sitting under the pavilion they had stayed in when in Lothlórien. Wistful smiles bloomed as their mind thought on better times. "But why should you be any less happy even if this is a dream?" Her words she spoke echoed that of which she spoke to Estel. The Hobbits nodded, agreeing with her.
Eleniel glanced down at the small bodies cuddled against her own and said seriously, "But there is also something that I wish to ask of you, both of you." The Hobbits perked up before answering that they would do anything for her. Eleniel smiled at their words before saying, "There is something that the Ents have that will be needed for the coming times, you must ask Treebeard for it and keep it safe. Do not tell anyone of what it is you carry for many shall seek it out, the forces of darkness included."
Merry and Pippin looked at each other nervously but nodded in acceptance. "And this item, what is it?" Pippin asked her curiously. She looked over at them inquisitively before answering the Hobbit. "It is a sword. Ringil is its name."
The Hobbits looked at each other confused as they did not know why Ringil was so important or what the hell Ringil was to Lee. "It belonged to my brother Fingolfin," she told them wistfully as her thoughts turned to those of the family in Valinor that she would never see again. "I know that this isn't a lot of information but the less you know, the better..."
Merry knew that it must be important if Lee was asking them to do something for her so he decided that he would do this for her. No matter the risk to their lives nor the lack of information. They told her that they would do as she asked.
"Thank you my friends," she smiled brightly at them, pressing a kiss softly to each of their foreheads before all of their eyes resumed looking around at the pavilion as if they could see a certain group of slumbering people lying in the empty beds. Frodo and Sam. Gimli and Legolas. Boromir. Aragorn. "I wish that I could see you all again but maybe, Eru willing, our paths shall cross again and then we will have time to be merry."
Eleniel sadly removed herself from the cuddling Hobbits when a forlorn expression crossed all of their faces. She grasped them tightly to her body as if the tighter she hugged them then they would become apart of her so she could never part from them. "It is time for us to part ways now," tears flowed freely down their cheeks which Eleniel immediately wiped away. "Do not fear dear ones. We shall see each other again." Much sooner than you think is all Eleniel could think as she felt the influence of Irmo fade as she left their dream and found herself at her campsite, a few days from Rivendell.
I can only hope that the Valar is with all those that I love Eleniel thought as she looked at the surrounding trees and the empty, lonely campsite that housed only one; an Elf that had lost two families.
As soon as the Hobbits awoke, their thoughts turned to their dream from that night. They decided that they would ask Treebeard as soon as they stopped for a short rest for breakfast. They need only wait a few more minutes when Treebeard announced that he would stop so they could eat.
Placed softly onto the forest floor of Fangorn by the Ent, Merry and Pippin set to work cooking themselves breakfast. Once their food was ready, they looked at the Ent sat beside them, basking amongst the many plants, with a contemplating look when Pippin, being the simpleton he is, simply asked, "Treebeard, do you think you could give us Ringil?," The Ent in question gasped quite highly for an Ent before looking at the Hobbits, his eyes wide in astonishment.
"How come you little Shirelings to know about Ringil?" Treebeard asked, more like demanded, from them. The Hobbits went on to tell them about the dream they had just that night and Lee's request for them.
Treebeard looked to be deep in thought as he contemplated their words, muttering under his breath about it being time before he stood suddenly and grabbed onto the still eating Hobbits. Pippin groaned, "Treebeard, I was still eating." The Ent ignored him for once.
"I'm sorry young Hobbits but it seems that I will have to get you to Isengard sooner rather than later." Merry and Pippin wondered what it was about their words that had caused the Ent to suddenly want to hurry them to Isengard.
To distract them Treebeard began to ramble on about the various animals in the forests and how annoying they were sometimes. He was just telling them an absolutely fascinating story about some mice. "And a little family of field mice that climb up sometimes and it tickle me awfully. They're always trying to get somewhere —" His words died in his throat when he saw the state of the trees around them. Cut down and burned. Tears began to gather in his eyes as he stared at his friends.
The Hobbits felt bad when they saw the state of their sad friend for manipulating him so he could see how bad Saruman was. "Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn."
"I'm sorry Treebeard," Pippin said before adding something else, "We're also sorry for smoking Longbottom Leaf, I'm sure they were your distant cousins of some sort."
Merry glared at his friend, not wondering for the first time if he'd hit his head a few too many times. "Shut up Pip." Pippin harrumphed before poking his tongue out at the others Hobbit. Treebeard laughed, wiping his tears away and smiling brightly at his little friends, silently thanking them for cheering him up.
The Ent stared at the state of the forest before glaring hotly at Isengard. "Saruman! A wizard should know better!" The Ent shouted, startling the arguing Hobbits. Treebeard let out a powerful cry that echoed throughout the Forest, his leaves on his head and some even on his body ruffling under his shout. "There is no curse in elvish, entish or the tongues of men for this treachery."
The Hobbits gasped as they watched as some of the trees of Fangorn moved, going in the other direction. Treebeard told them that they had some orcs to deal with while they would stay and deal with Isengard and a certain Wizard. Ents poured out of Fangorn Forest, each of them as tall and somehow majestic as Treebeard was.
"It seems that war will reach even our forest. Come my friends," Treebeard called out to the other Ents before looking at the rising smoke from Isengard with a glare and bellowed saying, "To Isengard!"
Merry and Pippin gave shouts of encouragement as their convoy strode towards the black tower. Looking at each other in anticipation, they stood fiercely on the Ent's shoulders. Isengard, Saruman and Sauron were in for a surprise.
Wow! So I finally did a whole Merry, Pippin and Treebeard chapter that was solely about them and their part in the story. As you can probably tell by now, I am definitely changing things up lol but of course I will still have the integral parts and events that I loved so much from the movies so don't worry. I honestly need to read the series again but I'm already reading Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira which is a must read! Also who else just likes to listen to the LOTR main theme like damn, I be sitting down, writing on here or just reading and be listening to this exquisite piece of music... Hopefully no mistakes but even if I read my work five hundred times, I guarantee that I would still miss something.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed! Until next time xxx