There was a moment of silence. A small smile, knowing that she was a fool to believe him.
"I just could not have him around any more. I needed to be calm and peaceful, especially around Faramir. But now, I sort of regret sending him away"
Dolly was now sitting down, listening to every word.
"How could he do this to you?" she asked.
The fact that it was Pippin's idea to travel all the way Rivendell to help Diamond did not mean a thing. Dolly took a deep breath, thinking about what she could do to help.
"Do you think I should go and have a word with him?" Dolly asked.
Diamond gave a small shrug.
"You could try, but he hasn't come to see me. I don't think he even cares any more" Diamond told her.
In fact, Pippin cared very much. He wanted nothing more but to make up with the one he loved. But to him, it was impossible to win her back. But that did not stop him trying.
Pippin had been sitting at a writing desk. The quill he had been using was laying on the flat on the top section of the desk. A book was opened. Pippins eyes following the words that he had just written.
The book had few free pages left. Pip took deep breath, thinking about what he could do to fill them with. But nothing else came into his head.
"Maybe a drink" he said, smiling to himself.
He closed the book and left it on the small writing table. The chair scrapped on the tiled floor as Pippin stood up. Tiredness was getting to him as he looked at the clock.
"Not even lunch" he told himself, yawning as he did.
Paladin and Eglantine were in separate rooms. Paladin was working on letters he had received. There was a lot of business to tend with. Paladin was secretly gathering suppliers.
For Pimpernel's home was still just an empty shell, showing the path it took through the hill side. The snow that was falling on it covered nearly ever inch of the inside.
The cold wind was a strange reminder of what really happened that night. Fire had eaten everything inside, leaving an empty shell standing where her house was.
Pippin yawned as he made his way towards the kitchen. But there was someone already there. Eglantine was making her and Paladin a cup of tea each. The sound of metal on porcelain echoed around Pippin as he watched her actions.
Pippin took a deep breath and walked in. Upon hearing Pippin's entrance, Eglantine turned.
"I'm glad to see you awake" she said.
Pippin smiled, it was true Pippin had not spent as much time with his mother and father then he should have. Maybe because he was distracted by the book he was writing.
Now that Pippin's whereabouts were known, he might as well get what he came for. So, walking up to the cupboard, Pippin got out a large mug. Pip smiled as he closed the cupboard and walked towards the cellar.
Eglantine stopped preparing lunch for a moment. A silver knife with a wooden handle was held in one hand. A large pile of carrots were sitting on one side and an equally large pile of uncut carrots on the other.
Eglantine mumbled something, then went back to work.
Pippin smiled as he saw an old friend. A large barrel of ale. Ale was the only constant in Pippin's life. No matter the situation. Weather it be in the middle of war or the peacefulness of the Shire, ale was always drunk.
Ale was consumed more then any other drink in the whole Shire. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. All were accompanied by ale or beer.
And, in colder times, whiskey was drunk as well. It gave the drink warmth, especially when they had been out in the coldness.
Both Dolly and Diamond were preparing to venture out into the snowy world outside. Dolly smiled as she looked down at little Faramir, laying in her arms.
Diamond was buttoning up her coat. A small bottle was held in her warm hands. Dolly slow and gently past Faramir over to his mother.
"And do you think he'll be there?" Diamond asked, the crying baby how in her arms.
Dolly took a deep breath.
"I do not know" Dolly answered, shaking her head.
"But I'll do my best to find him"
Diamond took a deep breath and placed the little bottle in her pocket. The door opened and let in a wave of coldness. The snow was still coming down as they left. Origo had been busy exploring the house.
"Ori, come on dear" Diamond said, fighting the coldness.
Origo whined as he stepped outside in the coldness. But his coldness seemed short lived as a small fairy fluttered by him.
"Is that better?" Ivy asked.
For it was her that made the puppy warm. Origo nodded and made his way behind Dolly and Diamond. He bound through the gate, making Diamond smile. She wrapped Faramir up in the coldness. His cries were drowned out by the wind blowing in his mother's ears.
Diamond and Dolly parted ways. Diamond had her head down, fighting against the bitter wind blowing at her. Snow flakes were still battering against her. Some were hitting her in the face. They started to melt where they stuck. In her hair, on her coat, on her hands and feet.
The warmth of her house could not have come soon enough as she opened the gate. The small latch was then taken off and the gate swung open.
Origo was not too far behind his Diamond. He too was getting snow flakes stuck on his fur. The puppy's ears were snowy and wet as he ran up to the door.
Diamond opened the door to her house. As soon as it was wide enough, Origo scooted into the warmth. Diamond smiled as she entered her house a couple of seconds later.
The door was then closed, shutting out the unwanted coldness and keeping in the pleasant warmth. Diamond took a deep breath and looked at the floor. Origo had, where his paws had met the tilted floor, splashed small droplets of water on the floor.
But Diamond could not complain as she saw her foot prints shining on the tiles. Ori gave a small whimper, turkey was now needed.
"Alright, honey, I'll get you some food in a minute" she said.
Meanwhile, Dolly had reached Merry's door. She knocked three times and waited. In the real world, she was doing the exact same thing. Diamond had just gotten home. But there was no small puppy with her. Nor a small, invisible fairy with him.
Merry opened the door in both worlds.
"Hello?" he asked, trying not let the coldness in.
"Merry?" Dolly asked.
This voice was familiar to him.
"Dolly?" he asked, opening the door wider.
Dolly stood there, a smile came over her face.
"Are you going to let an old hobbit stand in the cold?" she asked.
This made Merry act.
"Of course not, do come in!" he said, moving out of the way.
Dolly smiled as she made her way indoors. Merry quickly closed the door.
"Would you like some tea?" Merry asked, taking her coat.
Dolly was very cold. She smiled.
"Tea would be lovely thank you" she said.
Merry smiled and nodded. The coat was hung up. The two of them made their way towards the kitchen. The kettle was sitting off of its hook. But the flames were still flickering.
"So" Merry said, taking the kettle.
"Why did you come to visit me?" Merry asked.
Dolly took a deep breath and took a little look out of the door.
"I've come to talk to Pippin" she said.
Merry, who was now at the sink, stopped. The tap was filling the kettle. Merry did not want to talk about Pippin.
"Pippin?" he asked, looking around.
Merry knew that he was close to telling her where Pippin was. But Merry did not say anything else. He carried the kettle over to the rusted hook. He quickly, but carefully, placed the kettle on the hook.
"Merry?" asked Dolly.
Merry took a deep breath.
"Pippin isn't here anymore" Merry answered.
Dolly found this strange.
"Why not?" she asked.
Merry knew that he could not hide the reason any more.
"Because we had an argument" Merry told her, taking a seat.
The water in the kettle slowly started to heat up. But it would be a few more minutes before the water was hot enough to pour into mugs.
"An argument?" Dolly asked, knowing that Merry and Pippin were close friends.
"About what?"
Merry took a deep breath and looked down.
"Well, Pippin was writing something about me in a book. But he didn't tell me what it was" he explained.
This was very strange.
"Very strange, I don't think Pippin has ever written a book before" Dolly told him.
Merry gave a small nod.
"I tried to get the book without him knowing. But, it did not go to plan"
Merry gave an embarrassed smile. But Dolly was not impressed.
"You tried to steal it, didn't you?" she said, shaking her head.
"I wanted to know what he was writing about" Merry said, knowing that it was a good enough reason to take it.
"But, if he wanted to keep it secret, don't you think you should have just let it be?" Dolly asked.
But Merry did not think so.
"But, if I wrote something about you, would you not like to know what it was?" Merry asked her.
This was a very difficult question. Yes, Dolly would like to know what was being written about her. But, on the other hand, she did not.
"Yes, but I would ask permission first" she explained.
"But that's what I did!" Merry told her.
Dolly took a deep breath, looking past Merry to the kettle. A small bit of steam was now pouring out of the top as the water inside gently bubbled.
"I don't know, Merry. Pippin needed a place to stay, but you threw him out. Who knows where he is, he could be in a ditch somewhere for all we know"
But Merry did not seem to care. He shook his head.
"Well, it was his fault. He just should have let me read what he had been writing" he said.
This was the last straw for Dolly.
"I'm sorry Merry, but if your going to act like that, then I have to leave" she said, standing up.
Merry was surprised by this. But he did not do anything as Dolly pushed the seat in. Merry continued to sit there as he watched the old woman walk out.
Merry's mood took a sudden down turn as, a minute later, the large front door closed. Merry took a deep breath. He knew that he should have told Dolly what he wanted to tell Pippin.
But the time had now past as Merry stood up. A cloth was the picked up. It was to protect his hand while he lifted the scorching hot kettle off of the hook.
The flame grew hotter as Merry approached it. Merry turned and walked to the table. Not only was the kettle hot, but the weight of the water made it heavier. A mug was standing on the table mat where he had been sitting.
The hot water was then poured inside. Merry smiled as enough water had been poured in for his liking. The kettle was then place back on the hook, keeping the water hot.
A small box lay to one side of the tea pot. The box was full of rich smelling tea leaves. But these leaves were green. They were brown and shrivelled.
Merry took a hand full and placed them in the mug he had placed out for his tea. It then occurred to him that there was no food on the table.
Dolly had came and left without a bite to eat.
"Well, she should have stayed" Merry told himself as he opened the cellar door.
Dolly was now on the way towards Paladin's house. Distances in Hobbiton were not all as short as they would have liked.
The Green Dragon, which could be seen through the sheets of snow still falling around her. The fresh snow made no sound as she walked over it.
But the snow did leave a clue as to where Dolly had been. Large foot prints led all the way back to Merry's door. But they were slowly being covered by the fresh snow.
Pippin, meanwhile, was now getting hungry. His tiredness did not seem to go away.
"Maybe I should just go back to bed" he thought.
But his mind was changed almost instantly. The door slowly creaked open. Eglantine walked in, followed by a warm wave of smell. Not a bad smell, but a welcoming smell for most hobbits.
Cooking.
"Pippin, lunch is ready" she said.
Pippin smiled, grabbing the empty mug that had once been full of ale and stood up. The kitchen was just down the hallway. Eglantine slowly made her way back towards the kitchen. She was followed by, in hobbit standards, taller son.
Paladin was already in the kitchen, placing bowls of food on table. Pippin smiled as he walked in and took his place. Paladin placed the last of the bowls in the spaces that he could find.
A pot of rich brown gravy was simmering on the hot stove. Eglantine picked up the wooden spoon laying on the work top. A few seconds later, she started to stir. Pippin, having placed his empty mug near the sink, took his seat.
He had been seated for less then a minute before knocks echoed down from the front door. Eglantine looked around, a confused expression came over her face.
"I wonder who that could be" she said.
She was just about to place the wooden spoon down, but she was caught just before she did it.
"I'll get it" Pippin said, getting up.
Eglantine smiled and turned back to her gravy. Pippin walked out of the room and down the corridor. The candles flickered as he walked past. The large front door came into view. Pip walked up to it and opened the door.
Standing on the colder, opposite side was Dolly. A smile came over both of them.
"Dolly, please come in!" he said, opening the door wider.
Dolly walked in, her feet very cold now. The coldness could be felt on Pippin's warm cheeks. But he was not as cold as Dolly.
"Oh, are you in the middle of lunch?" Dolly asked.
Pippin shook his head.
"No, their just dishing up" he said, watching the old woman hand her coat on the hook.
There was a moment of silence, which was then broken by Pippin.
"Would you like some?" he asked.
A smile came over Dolly.
"Thank you very much, Pippin" she said.
Pippin smiled and turned. The two of them walked back down the corridor. Pippin was the first one into the kitchen, closely followed by Dolly.
"Oh, Dolly" said Eglantine sitting down at her place.
In one hand, she had a large silver spoon. In the other, a large bowl of roasted potatoes.
"I wasn't expecting you" she said.
Eglantine then stood up. Pippin took his place again as Eglantine moved the bowls around. She then walked to a draw and took out a table mat. Another plate was taken out of cupboard and placed on the tablemat.
A silver knife and silver fork was then placed on either side of the plate.
"Would you like a drink?" Eglantine asked, pulling out the spare seat.
Dolly smiled as she sat down.
"Just a mug of your best ale" she answered.
Eglantine smiled and walked towards the cellar. Pippin yawned as he sat.
"So, Dolly, what is your reason for coming to see us this fine evening?" Paladin asked, placing a bowl down and picking up another.
Dolly smiled, picking up a bowl as Eglantine came back into the kitchen. She placed the mug of ale before Dolly and wondered back over to the oven. The pot of gravy was now bubbling gently. The spoon was then taken out of the thick mixture.
Eglantine took a quick lick of the spoon. The taste was very pleasant as it caught her tongue. A smile came over her as she picked up the gravy boat.
Eglantine poured the steaming hot gravy into the white porcelain boat. She smiled, placing the pan on a wooden board near by. She turned around, making sure that she did not spill a drop on the floor.
"Well, I was just here to talk to Pippin" Dolly said.
Eglantine placed the boat on table.
"Me?" he asked, placing honey roasted parsnips on his plate.
Dolly nodded, picking up a bowl. This one was full of shire sprouts, grown within the boundaries of the Shire. Nearly everything on the table, be it ale, beer or chicken, had been either grown or brewed in the Shire.
"Yes, it's about Diamond" she said.
Pippin took a deep breath, stopping what he was doing. He knew that this day would have come. Both Eglantine and Paladin were looking at their son.
Pippin caught onto this.
"Could we talk about this in the other room?" he asked, taking a quick glance at his parents.
Dolly took a deep breath.
"Sure" she said.
So, the two of them rose from their seats and left the room. They headed a short way down the corridor.
"So" said Pippin, his mood seemed to have changed.
"Did you see Diamond then?" he asked, turned to face her.
Dolly took a deep breath. She knew that she was now caught in the middle of an argument that she did not want to be a part of.
"Yes" she answered.
Pippin did not seem to be surprised. In fact, he wished that he had not suggested leaving the room.
"And, what did she say?" Pippin asked.
Dolly looked down.
"Well, she explained to me that you two had an argument and that she threw you out" Dolly told him.
Pippin shook his head.
"I know the reason why" he said, leaning on the wall.
"What reason is that?" she asked, seeing if their stories matched up.
Pippin fiddled with the bottom button of his waistcoat.
"Because I let her down" Pippin answered, taking a deep breath.
"I forgot to get her a Yule present and now she hates me" he said, looking away.
He could not bare the gaze of Dolly.
"She doesn't hate you" Dolly said, shaking her head just a little.
But Pippin did not think that was so.
"Then why did she throw me out?" he asked.
Dolly thought that Pippin knew the answer to this.
"She couldn't take your behaviour. She is very tired and very fragile at the moment. You let her down Pippin. You let her down when she most needed you" she answered.
It suddenly hit Pippin. After all that happened, Pippin was a fool to walk out. Even when she said she did not want him there, he knew he should have at least tried to stay.
"Then what shall I do?" he asked.
Dolly took a deep breath. She knew that she could not make the right choice for Pippin.
"I can not help you with that, you'll have make that choice yourself" she told him.
The conversation came to an awkward end.
"Come on, lets finish dinner" she said.
Pippin took a deep breath and followed Dolly back to the kitchen. Neither of them knew that Paladin and Eglantine had eavesdropped on the conversation.
Pippin and Dolly took their seats again and continued to eat. Eglantine, knowing every word that was said, could not help but dart her eyes over to Pippin.
Luckily, Pippin was paying more attention to loading his plate with food then spotting his mother's actions. Pippin's mind was working over time. He needed to make his own decisions and he needed to make it soon.
He needed to make up his mind. But he was fighting a battle between two voices in his head.
One voice was telling him to go and see Diamond.
"You know you want to" it said, appealing to Pippin.
"Yes" he told himself, giving a small smile.
His confidence was slowly rising. Only to be crushed by a second voice. This one did not give Pippin the confidence that he needed.
"But what if she doesn't want you there any more?" the voice asked.
Pippin's confidence started to plummet. It was true, he knew that he could not face the fact that Diamond might not want him around any more.
But he had to try. There was no harm in giving Diamond the book he had been working on.
"Maybe that will show her how much I want her back" he thought, pouring think, warm gravy on his dinner.
Unusually, Pippin was the last to start eating. And, when he did, he was also the slowest. The hobbit had lost what appetite he had. Food did not seem important at this moment in time.
The pile of potatoes were the first to be finished, closely followed by the gravy soaked vegetables. A large, steaming pile of hot chicken was next to be consumed.
Pippin slowly caught up with the others sitting around the table. In fact, he was now starting to eat more and more. His appetite now returning.
But Pippin was having a better lunch then Diamond. She was sitting in her warm lounge, stomach rumbling. But she had more important things to think about.
In her arms, a crying Faramir lay. Diamond was holding his bottle in her free hand. The small bottle of mixture that Dolly had give her had been placed into the warm milk.
"But not too much, just a pinch" Dolly told her.
And that's exactly what Diamond did. She only put a small touch of the white powder into his milk. Faramir seemed to calm down just a little as he drunk his milk.
Diamond smiled as the level of milk seemed to go down the more he continued to drink. And drink he could. The whole bottle was nearly empty by the time he gave a small whine.
"Very good" Diamond said, leaning over gently and placing the bottle on the table.
Faramir gave a little yawn. The warm milk had made his very sleepy. Diamond found this very cute. Faramir's eyes were now slowly starting to close as tiredness gripped him and pulled him into the land of dreams.
Diamond slowly stood up, trying not to wake her son. She walked out of the room into the corridor. Diamond entered her room.
The fire was crackling very pleasantly, keeping the room warmer then normal. The small round window was frosted over, but a small around of white light made its way in.
Diamond walked over to the cot and gently placed her sleeping son on his back. She smiled, waiting a few seconds to see if he would wake.
But he did not.
Diamond turned around and walked out of the room. It was like second nature to leave her door open now. Hunger was now on Diamond's mind. She knew exactly what to make herself.
So, walking to the kitchen, she started to prepare her lunch. It would not be as extravagant as the lunches she would normally prepare for herself. She was just not up to cooking much today.
Diamond yawned as she brought out a fresh loaf of bread and some eggs. She placed them down on the counter just beside the cool, unlit oven.
She smiled as she opened the cupboard and took out two clean plates. A minute later, after they had been placed out, a large cutting knife was taken out.
Slices of bread were cut off of the loaf, creating crumbs. Four large slices were created. This was enough for Diamond.
She could now focus on preparing the eggs. A silver fork was then picked out and used. The shells of the eggs were cracked, spilling its yolk onto the white plate.
Diamond did this seven more times until there were eight circular yolk swimming in a sea of egg white. The fork was then used to beat up the egg so that the yolks spilt.
A small dash of salt and pepper were added to the mixture. The fire was now very much alive and pulsing, ready to heat up anything that came close.
An old looking pan was then taken out of the cupboard. Diamond placed it on the hot hob. She then walked over to the other side of the oven and picked up a vase of amber liquid.
This was oil.
The hobbit heaved the large vase up and started to pour the liquid into the pan. Diamond smiled, seeing that enough had been poured in for her liking.
She then had to wait. Wait for the oil to heat up and expand. It took a few minutes to do so. Diamond could feel the heat radiating off of the pan.
It was then she took her first slice of bread. She dipped the bread into the egg. One side, then the other. The slice of bread soaked up the egg. Diamond smiled as she lifted it over to the pan.
Sizzling erupted from the pan as the egg started to fry. It did not take long for the smell of the egg to hit her. Diamond had to go to the draw again. This time, for a wooden spatula.
Small bubbles were popping at the egg cooked. Diamond used the spatula to flip the bread over. The side that had been laying face down was now browner.
The oil was helping the speed of cooking. And it took a few more minutes to brown. Diamond flipped the slice of bread over.
"That'll do" she said.
She repeated this a few more times. In doing so, the amount of egg on the plate started to go down. The last slice had cooked and placed on the plate. But there was still some left.
"Hmm" Diamond said, thinking to herself.
She lifted the plate up, looking at the egg. The egg was then poured into the pan. It fizzled and sizzled, quickly turning from liquid to a solid. Diamond smiled, she loved how quickly it took.
It took a minute or two to prepare the omelette. Diamond had set the table. A knife and fork had been set out along with a mug of ale.
Diamond took the pan off of the heat and placed it on a wooden board. The plate was picked up. A bit of steam slithered into the air and vanished.
Meanwhile, Pippin and his family had finished their lunch. Pippin had now made his mind up. He was going to see Diamond.
"Well, that was most splendid, Eglantine" Paladin said.
His hunger had been tamed and thirst replenished. Dolly was feeling the exact same way.
"Well, I best be getting home. I have my duties to attend to" she said.
Eglantine smiled and stood up.
"It's been lovely having you dear" she said, giving Dolly a hug.
"Same to you dear" Dolly answered.
For a moment, Pippin's eyes met Dolly's. Her look said more then she had when they talked. Dolly was confident that Pippin would not let her down.
Dolly and Eglantine left the room, leaving Pippin and Paladin in their seats. Like Eglantine, Paladin's eyes could not help but slither over to his son.
"So, err" he started, trying to make conversation.
"What will your plans be for today?" he asked.
Pippin took a deep breath and looked deep into his mug of ale. The level had sunk dramatically since the start of dinner. Pippin took deep breath and downed the rest of his ale.
Paladin took a deep breath.
"I think you should go and see her" Paladin said.
Pippin looked over at his father. It took a few seconds to understand his words.
"You heard what me and Dolly talked about" Pippin said slowly.
Paladin took a deep breath, knowing that he had said the wrong thing.
"Don't blame me for your mistakes" Paladin told him, seeing that Pippin was going to start arguing.
This did not help matters as much as Paladin would have liked. Pippin suddenly stood up. There was an awkward moment where Paladin braised himself for an onslaught of shouting.
But it never came.
Instead, there was silence as Pippin walked out. He knew what he needed to do. Pippin stomped all the way to the room he was staying in. There, he picked up his book.
"Better late then never" he told himself.
So, turning around, he walked out of the room again. Paladin was standing outside the kitchen. He could hear his son preparing for the cold journey over to see Diamond.
Paladin knew that Pippin would not back out now. Pippin took his coat off of the hook and put it on. The closed book lay at his feet as he did the brass buttons up.
"You be careful out there" Eglantine said, standing a few feet away.
Pippin looked at her, but said not a word. He turned to the door and opened it. A cold blast of air entered the house. A few seconds later, the door closed, leaving Eglantine standing there.
Diamond was finishing up her lunch. Surprisingly, it was rather filling for her. But there was some corners that needed to filled.
"I think a nice slice of chocolate cake" she thought.
This made her smile as she finished up the last of her food. She took a deep breath and stood up. Tiredness was getting to her again.
"Maybe a little sleep" she said, placing the plate by the sink so it reminder her to wash it up.
She was just about to enter the cellar when knocks came echoing down from the large door. Diamond stopped for a moment, listening.
"Was that the door?" she asked herself.
The cake would have to wait for now. Pippin was shivering as he waited outside. He did not have to wait any longer as the door opened.
It took Diamond a few seconds to realise who it was.
"Pippin?" she asked.
Peregrin gave a small, but cold, smile.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
She could feel the coldness fighting the warmth.
"I've come to talk to you" Pippin said, sounding and looking very cold.
Diamond thought about this for a moment.
"Alright" she said, letting him in.
Pippin was grateful of this. So, he walked in.
"What do you need to say?" Diamond asked, closing the door with a click.
Pip took a deep breath.
"This" he said, just getting to the point.
Diamond looked down. Her big blue eyes focused on a book.
"I made it for you" Pippin said.
Diamond took a deep breath.
"You made it?" she asked, her blue eyes darting from Pippin to the book.
Pippin gave a small smile.
"It's the best I can do" he said.
Diamond slowly took the book from him. She started to wonder what had been written inside. Maybe a story for her.
"Or could it be some recipes?" she asked herself.
This option was quickly dismissed. For Pippin hardly ever cooked for Diamond.
"Thank you" she said, holding the book.
Pippin had one more thing he wanted to say. But he was not sure how to. He was not sure what Diamond would say.
"Could I…" he started, but stopped.
Diamond seemed to know Pippin better then he knew she did.
"You want to see Faramir, don't you?" she asked.
Pippin gave a small smile and a nod.
"Only for a few minutes, he's not been very well and he's sleeping" she said.
So, Pippin and Diamond walked down the hall way. Pippin noticed how tidy the floors looked. But Diamond noticed how dirty they were.
The door that lead into Diamond and Pippin's room had been left ajar. Diamond slowly opened it and walked in. Pip followed Diamond inside. The two of them walked over to the cot.
It was then that that Pippin laid eyes on his son for the first time in many days. Pippin was surprised about how much hair Faramir had. It was exactly like his.
"He's beautiful" Pippin said.
Diamond was standing further back. There were a million things to say to Pippin. But the time was not right. Pippin wished that he could hold his son. But the fact that Faramir was sleeping held him back.
"He's got your hair" Diamond said, standing there.
Her blue eyes glinting in the light of the candles. Pippin turned around. There was a strange vibe coming from Diamond. One that was easily picked up on.
There was a strange silence between the two of them.
"I…" Pippin said, trying to muster the words.
But they did not come. Pippin took a deep breath and looked back at his son one last time.
"I have to go" he said.
Diamond did not want this to happen. But it did. She watched Pippin walk out. This made her very upset indeed. She hoped that they could sort things out.
Diamond was desperate to have Pippin back.
"If only he saw that I needed help" Diamond told herself.
The large front door slam. Diamond took a deep breath and looked down at the book. She was now at a fork in the road.
Down one path, she could read the book and think about letting him back. Or, not read the book. The two forks in the road were appealing in their own ways.
Diamond placed the book down on the small table beside the bed.
"I think I should think about it" she told herself.
The hobbit sat on her bed and laid down. Her head hit the pillow. Now was the only time she could think deeply about what to do.
But her mind was a hard thing to make up. A war seemed to be fought in the very depths of her mind. Even though she wasn't doing anything except lay there, tiredness was growing quickly.
Without knowing it, Diamond had fallen into a dreamless sleep.