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b2memB2MeM Challenge: N-43 – Art Supplies – Carving; 5 Books/5 Characters – Pippin; Landscape - Cove
Format: Fictlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Pippin, Merry, Aragorn with small appearances by others of the Fellowship
Pairings: None
Summary: Pippin is missing and Aragorn joins the hunt to find the young hobbit.
Looking At Good-byes
“Aragorn...Aragorn!” Merry's voice, raising with each repetition, cut through his thoughts. Aragorn raised his head to find the young hobbit standing in front of him, breathing hard, a look of mild panic in his eyes.
“What's the matter, Merry? What has you in such a bother?”
“It's Pippin. He's missing. I've looked everywhere...”
“Hold on there, Merry. Breathe deeply. That's it. Now, tell me slowly. You say that Pippin has gone missing?”
“Yes. He was gone from the house when I awakened this morning, and I looked for him all over, including the garden, but he is nowhere to be seen. I checked the market, and the musician's square, you know how he loves to sit there and learn from the masters, but he is not there either. I finally checked with the gate keepers, but even they had not seen him. I don't know where else to go.”
Aragorn rose from his seat, causing all of the assorted courtiers who were in the room with him to immediately bow. Waving his hand in a frustrated manner towards them, he walked to Merry and bent down to be at eye level with the tall hobbit. “Let's go to the house and see if any of the others know anything about this.”
In short order, Aragorn, two guards (because he could no longer wander freely around as in his less burdened days) and Merry arrived at the house on the Sixth Level of Minas Tirith where they had set up their home away from home. Entering after knocking at the door, Aragorn gratefully acquiesced with the suggestion of a cup of tea and settled down in the kitchen to talk with Mithrandir and the hobbits. There was a knock on the front door, and shortly afterwards, having been joined by Legolas and Gimli, the worried fellowship discussed Pippin's whereabouts.
After more than half an hour of fruitless inquiry and suggestions of places to look that had already been checked, a small voice piped up from the far kitchen doorway. “Who are you looking for? Maybe I saw him when I was out at the cove earlier this morning?”
The group turned as one and suddenly voices of relief sounded. “Pippin!” “You had me in such a state.” “Where have you been?” “What cove?” And finally a voice rose above all of the others. “Silence!” Aragorn stood and went to Pippin. “Come into the room fully, Pippin, and tell all of us what you were doing. We were very concerned when you couldn't be found this morning.”
“Oh, but I left you a note,” Pippin said. Nodding at Legolas to check the hobbit's room for the note, Aragorn steered the young Took towards the hearth. “Now, while Legolas looks for your missing note, why don't you tell us where you were and why you left in the first place.”
“I couldn't sleep,” Pippin began. “I just kept thinking and thinking about people I had met along the way in this great adventure of ours that I would never see again; friends who fell in various battles, and others who will stay behind when we leave to return home in a few days.”
Aragorn raised his hand and squeezed Pippin's shoulder, giving his support and strength, because it was clear that the young man was quite distraught. Pippin smiled a quick smile of thanks, took a breath, and continued.
“Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so I decided that listening to the water might be just the thing. There was that lovely cove that we discovered a few weeks ago, and my feet just took me in that direction.”
“Wait a minute,” Aragorn interjected. “Merry checked with the gate guards and they said they had not seen you.”
“Well, I kept to the shadows and just inched through. I didn't want to be bothered giving an explanation or having someone come with me. I wanted to be alone.”
Aragorn nodded, making a mental note to himself to instruct the gate keepers more thoroughly on the abilities of the various inhabitants of Middle Earth that they would likely be running into now and again. Obviously Bilbo Baggins wasn't the only hobbit with the ability to be stealthy.
“So I walked on to the cove, and sat down at the water's edge. I started making a mound of wet sand, just for something to do with my hands, while listening to the wavelets against the beach. Before I knew it, I was carving the sand. One spoonful of sand pulled away from the pile and returned to the water for each friend I lost and will be losing.” Tears began falling down his cheeks. “Oh Aaragorn, I want to go back home, but there is so much I will leave behind me. I feel like my heart might break in two.”
Aragorn hugged the hobbit tightly, thinking back over his own losses and good-byes, those of the past and those that were yet to come. “I won't ever tell you that it gets easier, Pippin, because it doesn't. But the sweet closeness of friends must ever be balanced with the salt of good-byes. In your memories they will ever be strong. Remember that and never forget those who stand behind you.
And from the doorway elven tones added, “And...place a weight on top of your note when you decide to roam again, young Took.”
Format: Fictlet
Genre: Drama
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Pippin, Merry, Aragorn with small appearances by others of the Fellowship
Pairings: None
Summary: Pippin is missing and Aragorn joins the hunt to find the young hobbit.
Looking At Good-byes
“Aragorn...Aragorn!” Merry's voice, raising with each repetition, cut through his thoughts. Aragorn raised his head to find the young hobbit standing in front of him, breathing hard, a look of mild panic in his eyes.
“What's the matter, Merry? What has you in such a bother?”
“It's Pippin. He's missing. I've looked everywhere...”
“Hold on there, Merry. Breathe deeply. That's it. Now, tell me slowly. You say that Pippin has gone missing?”
“Yes. He was gone from the house when I awakened this morning, and I looked for him all over, including the garden, but he is nowhere to be seen. I checked the market, and the musician's square, you know how he loves to sit there and learn from the masters, but he is not there either. I finally checked with the gate keepers, but even they had not seen him. I don't know where else to go.”
Aragorn rose from his seat, causing all of the assorted courtiers who were in the room with him to immediately bow. Waving his hand in a frustrated manner towards them, he walked to Merry and bent down to be at eye level with the tall hobbit. “Let's go to the house and see if any of the others know anything about this.”
In short order, Aragorn, two guards (because he could no longer wander freely around as in his less burdened days) and Merry arrived at the house on the Sixth Level of Minas Tirith where they had set up their home away from home. Entering after knocking at the door, Aragorn gratefully acquiesced with the suggestion of a cup of tea and settled down in the kitchen to talk with Mithrandir and the hobbits. There was a knock on the front door, and shortly afterwards, having been joined by Legolas and Gimli, the worried fellowship discussed Pippin's whereabouts.
After more than half an hour of fruitless inquiry and suggestions of places to look that had already been checked, a small voice piped up from the far kitchen doorway. “Who are you looking for? Maybe I saw him when I was out at the cove earlier this morning?”
The group turned as one and suddenly voices of relief sounded. “Pippin!” “You had me in such a state.” “Where have you been?” “What cove?” And finally a voice rose above all of the others. “Silence!” Aragorn stood and went to Pippin. “Come into the room fully, Pippin, and tell all of us what you were doing. We were very concerned when you couldn't be found this morning.”
“Oh, but I left you a note,” Pippin said. Nodding at Legolas to check the hobbit's room for the note, Aragorn steered the young Took towards the hearth. “Now, while Legolas looks for your missing note, why don't you tell us where you were and why you left in the first place.”
“I couldn't sleep,” Pippin began. “I just kept thinking and thinking about people I had met along the way in this great adventure of ours that I would never see again; friends who fell in various battles, and others who will stay behind when we leave to return home in a few days.”
Aragorn raised his hand and squeezed Pippin's shoulder, giving his support and strength, because it was clear that the young man was quite distraught. Pippin smiled a quick smile of thanks, took a breath, and continued.
“Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so I decided that listening to the water might be just the thing. There was that lovely cove that we discovered a few weeks ago, and my feet just took me in that direction.”
“Wait a minute,” Aragorn interjected. “Merry checked with the gate guards and they said they had not seen you.”
“Well, I kept to the shadows and just inched through. I didn't want to be bothered giving an explanation or having someone come with me. I wanted to be alone.”
Aragorn nodded, making a mental note to himself to instruct the gate keepers more thoroughly on the abilities of the various inhabitants of Middle Earth that they would likely be running into now and again. Obviously Bilbo Baggins wasn't the only hobbit with the ability to be stealthy.
“So I walked on to the cove, and sat down at the water's edge. I started making a mound of wet sand, just for something to do with my hands, while listening to the wavelets against the beach. Before I knew it, I was carving the sand. One spoonful of sand pulled away from the pile and returned to the water for each friend I lost and will be losing.” Tears began falling down his cheeks. “Oh Aaragorn, I want to go back home, but there is so much I will leave behind me. I feel like my heart might break in two.”
Aragorn hugged the hobbit tightly, thinking back over his own losses and good-byes, those of the past and those that were yet to come. “I won't ever tell you that it gets easier, Pippin, because it doesn't. But the sweet closeness of friends must ever be balanced with the salt of good-byes. In your memories they will ever be strong. Remember that and never forget those who stand behind you.
And from the doorway elven tones added, “And...place a weight on top of your note when you decide to roam again, young Took.”
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