I woke up and dressed into my same traveling clothes I had that fateful day in Farmer Maggot's crops.
I had heard that Frodo had stirred, and I wanted to see him first thing.
Lily went off to see her mother and I told her I'd be back later.
I found Merry eating elevensies (I had skipped it to walk with Lily) and we headed over to the building that Frodo was in.
"Merry!" I yelped. "It's Mr. Baggins!"
Bilbo looked up. He was writing in a book.
"Mr. Bilbo, how are you?" I asked.
"Fine, fine, my dear hobbits. I wonder if you could say the same, given what you've been through." He replied.
Merry and I sighed in unison. He was right. After seeing Frodo get stabbed and all, I was t sure if I really was fine.
I heard some talking. Frodo and Sam.
We said goodbye to Bilbo and left him to write.
We ran the rest of the way to Frodo, whom Merry embraced in a hug.
Frodo and I then embraced as well, laughing the whole time.
"You're awake! I knew it Frodo! I knew it!" I said.
Frodo caught a glimpse of Bilbo. I urged him on and he ran over to him, crying, "Bilbo!" jubilantly.
Merry and I walked off, leaving Sam muttering things about, "Pots, pans, what else have I forgotten?"
Sam was packing. To go home. That reminded me. We could not stay here.
I had to leave Lily in Rivendell.
I walked up to Lily.
"Where have you been?" She asked jokingly.
I gave her a melancholy smile. "Lily..."
She put a finger to my lips. "I know, Pippin. I know you must leave."
"And-and you're okay?" I asked her.
"I know you have a duty to protect your friend, Pippin." She said. She looked up. "All I ask is you never forget me, Peregrin."
"Lily," I started. "How could I?" And she put her lips to mine.
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LotR: Pippin's Point of View
FanfictionThe Lord of the Rings story from Pippin's point of view. All of the dialogue (for the most part) is work of Tolkien and/or Peter Jackson. All rights are reserved for whoever the rights are reserved for...