Life Events Bingo Card, N-33 Childhood
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b2memB2MeM Challenge: N-33 Life Events Card, Childhood
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Gen, somewhat movie verse oriented
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Pippin, Denethor, mention of Faramir
Pairings: none
Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Summary: Pippin loses something that he didn't realize he valued.
It passed quickly, slipping from his thin shoulders and fading into memory almost before he had a chance to miss it. One minute he’d been struggling to keep up appearances, only acting the part of a mature grown-up, and the next, he’d been wearing a uniform of Gondor, standing as still as a statue while Lord Denethor ordered his youngest son back to Osgiliath.
The moment he’d seen the look on Faramir’s face, known that this brave, young man was being sent on a hopeless mission, watched the light fade from Faramir’s eyes as his Father discounted his efforts, it was in that moment that the brief, sweet, carefree, childhood of Peregrin Took ended.
He was, though his age belied it, an adult for good and all. No one could see such pain in the eyes of another and not be moved. It was as if his life had been hacked into two pieces with a dull blade; the joyful, innocent portion, that he’d left somewhere back in the Shire, and the serious, controlled, portion, that he’d found waiting for him here, in the halls of the great Kings.
He stiffened and he managed to hold his emotions tightly inside as Faramir left the hall, possibly never to return. Peregrin watched as the Lord Denethor’s shoulders sagged and his eyes seemed to lose focus. He suspected that the Steward of Gondor was, somewhere deep within himself, mourning the loss of Faramir’s childhood.
Some might find it difficult to feel anything for the Steward, but Peregrin was not one of those. Lord Denethor had lost one son and now it was very likely he would lose another. The man slumped in the stone chair below the throne of Gondor appeared to be supporting the weight of the White City upon his shoulders. The responsibility seemed to crushing Denethor but somehow, this man continued to struggle against the pressure. See this gave Peregrin the strength to remain at his post and to sing when Denethor requested it, even though it was the last thing he felt like doing.
Peregrin Took had longed to be thought of as an adult, to come into his majority and gain the respect of his elders. He had enjoyed every breath of his childhood, but he had spent a good portion of it trying to grow into an adult. Life others before him, he had failed to realize exactly what he had until it was gone. As he ran through the fields of his family’s farm and chased after his older cousins, following them into adventures he was too young to fully take part in, he wished to be grown. Well, Peregrin, my lad, be careful what you wish for, a tiny voice in his head whispered. You might just might get it.
GW 03-10-2012
Format: Ficlet
Genre: Gen, somewhat movie verse oriented
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Pippin, Denethor, mention of Faramir
Pairings: none
Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Summary: Pippin loses something that he didn't realize he valued.
It passed quickly, slipping from his thin shoulders and fading into memory almost before he had a chance to miss it. One minute he’d been struggling to keep up appearances, only acting the part of a mature grown-up, and the next, he’d been wearing a uniform of Gondor, standing as still as a statue while Lord Denethor ordered his youngest son back to Osgiliath.
The moment he’d seen the look on Faramir’s face, known that this brave, young man was being sent on a hopeless mission, watched the light fade from Faramir’s eyes as his Father discounted his efforts, it was in that moment that the brief, sweet, carefree, childhood of Peregrin Took ended.
He was, though his age belied it, an adult for good and all. No one could see such pain in the eyes of another and not be moved. It was as if his life had been hacked into two pieces with a dull blade; the joyful, innocent portion, that he’d left somewhere back in the Shire, and the serious, controlled, portion, that he’d found waiting for him here, in the halls of the great Kings.
He stiffened and he managed to hold his emotions tightly inside as Faramir left the hall, possibly never to return. Peregrin watched as the Lord Denethor’s shoulders sagged and his eyes seemed to lose focus. He suspected that the Steward of Gondor was, somewhere deep within himself, mourning the loss of Faramir’s childhood.
Some might find it difficult to feel anything for the Steward, but Peregrin was not one of those. Lord Denethor had lost one son and now it was very likely he would lose another. The man slumped in the stone chair below the throne of Gondor appeared to be supporting the weight of the White City upon his shoulders. The responsibility seemed to crushing Denethor but somehow, this man continued to struggle against the pressure. See this gave Peregrin the strength to remain at his post and to sing when Denethor requested it, even though it was the last thing he felt like doing.
Peregrin Took had longed to be thought of as an adult, to come into his majority and gain the respect of his elders. He had enjoyed every breath of his childhood, but he had spent a good portion of it trying to grow into an adult. Life others before him, he had failed to realize exactly what he had until it was gone. As he ran through the fields of his family’s farm and chased after his older cousins, following them into adventures he was too young to fully take part in, he wished to be grown. Well, Peregrin, my lad, be careful what you wish for, a tiny voice in his head whispered. You might just might get it.
GW 03-10-2012
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