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Recaptured!: 19. A Sulky Hobbit

Pippin rode in front of Aragorn even though he was not his
favourite person at the moment. Right now the hobbit was not very happy with
the ranger and he was bemused with Gandalf. The latter for fighting a battle
with him as the ammunition and the former for forcing salt water down his
throat, followed by his fingers, making the hobbit very sick. Pippin was
sulking.



Aragorn, however had determined not to let Pippin out of his
sight if he could help it and was making certain he did not get his light
little fingers on any more opium.



As the day drew to a close and they were about to make camp
for the night, the riders overtook two men of Rohan who were limping slowly
along with one horse between them. It was Drâmym and Ŭnomer.



The whole company drew to a halt and the men were brought
before the King to tell their misadventures. The faces of Théoden, Gandalf and
the rest of the Fellowship grew grim and worried as they related how they had
been attacked by orcs. "But what of the halfling in your charge?"
Théoden questioned urgently.



"The last I saw of it," Drâmym explained,
"was when it pulled the arrow from my back and bound my wounds. It is a
most valiant creature and wrapped me in its own blanket." The rider shook
his head in sorrow, "Sadly, I lost consciousness and when I awoke the
halfling was gone. I know not what happened to it. Although I had been left
some food and water and my horse was still there. I hope someone kind took pity
on it."



"I found Drâmym the following day." Ŭnomer
explained. "My horse had been killed by the orcs so I took Drâmym's mount
and searched for the little one as far as I could, but there was no sign of
it."



Aragorn had taken Pippin with him to hear the report of the
two riders and the hobbit was watching the faces of the Fellowship grow more
worried and grim with every second. He wanted to know what was happening and
tried to go to Legolas, but Aragorn kept a tight hold on him.



"This is dire news indeed," Gandalf frowned
"I do not know what to do except hope that he has come to no harm.
Although the chance of a blind and injured hobbit surviving in the wild is not
very good."



"As soon as it is light I will send more riders out to
search for him," Théoden promised. "They will find him if it takes
forever."



As the company made camp for the darkness hours Pippin was
feeling very frustrated with life in general. He felt a very bad need for more
of the poppy paste, so bad that it was hurting. He very much wanted to know
what was going on, especially as he had a bad feeling that no one else wanted
him to know anything. Aragorn would not let him go anywhere and instead of
keeping a tight hold of him, the ranger had now tied a short length of rope
around the hobbit's right wrist. Pippin could not get the cord off, in spite of
trying quite hard and Aragorn or Gandalf kept a firm hold on the other end as
if he were a dog on a lead, which was rather embarrassing. Legolas did not come
and talk to him, he felt very lonely and he was so, so, so missing Merry!



They obviously all knew something, Pippin decided and if no
one would tell him, then it must be something very bad! He made a few
half-hearted attempts to suck on Aragorn's finger in the hope he might get some
paste. The ranger merely shook his head and ruffled the hobbit's curls.



While Aragorn was moving about the camp, Pippin had to go
too, which kept him a little busy, but eventually the ranger settled down to
eat and so the hobbit had to be still. Pippin was given a plate of food, but
when Aragorn did not untie his wrist so he could eat, he decided to sulk even
more and left the food untouched.



Aragorn half-relented and tied the cord around Pippin's
ankle instead, but still he refused to eat. The hobbit had suddenly found a way
of getting attention he wanted.



"Come along, Pippin you have to eat." The ranger
pushed a fork into the sulky hobbit's hand. Pippin looked at the fork for a
moment then turned it upside down and used it like a pen to write in the dirt, 'whers
meri?? wots hapend??'



Gimli and Legolas came to stand behind Pippin and saw what
he had written. "Should we tell him?" Legolas asked.



"I don't know," Aragorn frowned, "I'm already
expecting him to become more agitated over the opium, the news of Merry's disappearance
will be too much to ask him to bear!"



"Does he even know that Merry is blind?" Gimli
asked astutely. "It's easy to forget how little information this young
hobbit is getting now that he can't hear anything."



"We should tell him," Legolas decided. "I
will explain it to him. It is unfair to treat him as if he could not deal with
such hardship."



"It is just that he has already suffered so much,"
Aragorn reasoned, "I fear for his sanity. It might be more than he can
cope with."



"But we have already seen that the periain are more
resilient than might be supposed," Legolas argued.



Pippin was watching this exchange anxiously. He reasoned to
himself that they were discussing whether or not to tell him where Merry was
and decided to help their decision along a little. He stood up and caught hold
of Legolas's hands one at a time and placed them on either side of his face and
looked pleadingly up at the elf.



Legolas always found this hard to resist in the little
hobbit. 'Hello Pippin' he greeted him, 'what's wrong?'



'legolas …where merry gone? …more paste?' Pippin was
straight to the point.



'No you can't have more paste.' Legolas decided to
deal with the easy bit first. 'Listen carefully to me, I don't want you to
get distressed, but we're not too sure where Merry is at the moment.
'



'merry gone?''



'He was blind, he couldn't see. It was Saruman's spell.'
Legolas explained, although he was not sure this was the reason Merry was
missing, but it seemed better to blame someone Pippin had a grievance against. 'We
think he may have wandered off and got lost.
'



'merry gone? no! no! stop say that!'



"Théoden's riders are going to look for him as soon
as it gets light.
' Legolas could feel the panic building up inside the
little one. 'I'm sure they will find him. Many riders will look for him.'



'merry gone! why? i bad? eat paste much, much? make merry
go?
'



'No! Pippin, No! Don't think that again.' Legolas
could see the tears starting to fall and hear the matching sobs. 'You are
not to blame, and I'm sure we'll find Merry. Don't worry
.'



****



Pippin cried for most of the night, albeit silently, and
Legolas, Gimli or Aragorn stayed with him and tried to soothe the trembling
sobs. They also noticed that he was starting to become quite feverish and the
ranger suspected that was more to do with the need for opium, but it all added
to the little one's distress. At one point Aragorn decided to give him just the
smallest dose of the paste and rubbed a little on his finger and let Pippin
suck on it for a long time. It calmed him a great deal, although the ranger
resisted giving him any more.



By morning Pippin was exhausted and slept as he rode in
front of Aragorn for most of the journey to Edoras.



As good as his word, Théoden sent many riders off in
different directions to search for Merry, but they were all eventually to
return without any sighting of the lost hobbit.



In the meantime, the Fellowship were welcomed to Meduseld
and given comfortable rooms there. Théoden held council with Gandalf, Éomer and
Aragorn, discussing at length what their next strategy should be. The latter
three were anxious to ride to Gondor and defend that city from the might of
Mordor, or even to launch an attack on Mordor itself. However, Théoden was
inclined to listen to his councillor Grima Wormtongue, who argued that as no
red arrow had been brought from Gondor, any action on their part would be
premature.



Gimli and Legolas were also anxious for action as they felt
they were there to represent their free races and wished to show their support
for Gondor, to some extent, out of respect for Boromir.



Pippin, however had other things to think about.



Rather humiliatingly, Aragorn still kept the light-fingered
hobbit on a leash and Pippin's first concern was to be rid of it so that he
could explore on his own. He had decided that he needed to go and investigate
his surroundings. He did not expect to find his cousin there, but anything
would be better than just waiting. But no opportunity to go off on his own had
yet been presented.



During several tiresome hours of sitting at Aragorn's feet
while the Council talked, Pippin's attention wandered round the large hall
where many people came and went. In particular he noticed a group of about half
a dozen children, all young boys, probably between 10 to 13 years of age, all
of them taller than Pippin himself. They were playing a complicated game of war
with small, carved horses and riders. Pippin himself as a lad had only ever
played with wooden farm animals and these intricately carved toys intrigued
him.



Pippin tugged at the leash, which was once again around his
wrist, making Aragorn look to see what he wanted. The hobbit pointed at the
children and then at himself and back at the children again. The ranger could
see that sitting still for so long was very tiresome for someone who could not
hear or speak and decided that Pippin was obviously interested in the
children's game as it was something to look at and probably he would not get
into any trouble just seeing what the boys were doing. The ranger untied the
cord and nodded that Pippin should go and investigate.



Cautiously he ambled over and stood watching the game with
interest. One of the boys finally looked up and spoke "Hello, who are
you?"



"Don't you mean, what are you?" said another
laughing at Pippin's odd-looking feet and ears. The boy stood up and looked
down at the pint-sized hobbit. "and are you planning on growing at
all?"



The boys all turned to look now and laughed at the wit of
their companion. Pippin smiled too, the closest he could get to a laugh. He
squatted down and picked up one of the horses and examined it with fascination.



"Hey! Leave that!" The witty boy snatched the toy
from Pippin's hand.



"Don't be so mean Omie! Look it's got a hurt arm."
The first boy took another carved horse and rider and gave them to Pippin to
look at. "Let it see."



"Say 'thank you' then," Omie demanded. Then when
Pippin did not react, added, "see Aomor your generosity doesn't even get
you a 'thank you'."



"I don't know," Aomor looked at the newcomer with
interest. "It doesn't say anything, perhaps it can't." Pippin was now
squatting to look at the rest of the game, and the boy tapped him on the
shoulder so that the hobbit looked up at him. "See," Aomor announced
proudly. "It didn't know I was talking till I tapped it." He pointed to
his mouth and ears and shrugged at Pippin and the hobbit pointed to his own
ears and mouth and shook his head sadly. "There," Aomor declared.
"told you, it can't hear or talk. That's why it didn't say 'thank
you'."



"Just a minute," one of the other boys looked
carefully at Pippin now. "I've seen one of these before. Different
coloured hair, but the feet and size were about the same – and the ears."



"No you haven't, Ionmer." Chimed in a fourth.
"My Uncle rode with King Théoden and he said that these are really rare,
although they did have another one, but they lost it."



"Perhaps it was the lost one I saw." said Ionmer
"We can go and see, it's in the circus outside."



"We've got no coins for the circus," pointed out
Aomor.



"Doesn't matter," said Omie, "we can sneak
in, I know where there's a hole in the canvas. Come on, we'll take this one
with us and compare them."



The boys collected up their game and pulled Pippin up with
them and left the grand hall. Nobody took any notice of their departure and
Pippin was happy to sneak out with his new friends to explore.



They made their way out of the castle by a long route,
mostly designed to get them past various forbidden gates and guards, but like
most boys their age, they were streetwise and able to navigate quickly on their
own territory. Pippin tagged along with increasing fascination in their
company.



Finally they came to the outer wall and the circus. Pippin
had seen the travelling show on the way in and had wanted to investigate it
then, but of course other business was more pressing for his company at the
time and Aragorn was certainly not going to let him off his leash to explore on
his own.



The boys located the gap in the canvas and they all crawled
through. The proprietor was actually astutely aware of the flaw in their
security. It was left there deliberately, as Spandif knew that boys would
always find a way in and inevitably a taste of the show would cause them to
persuade their parents to take them again by more conventional means – which
meant more money in his pocket.



Pippin's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he gazed at
the amazing assortment of animals in the little menagerie. There was a large
manlike creature covered with hair, several fierce great cats with different
patterned coats, a strange bird with such long legs. The boys had seen such
beasts before and Ionmer held Pippin's hand as he pulled him along to the far
cage.



"There!" Ionmer announced proudly, pointing at the
little cage. "See it's just the same."



Pippin's jaw dropped open in amazement and he flung himself
at the bars. He pulled his left arm out of the sling and reached inside the
cage with both hands. With his face pushed up against the metal rungs he could
just manage to touch Merry's hand. It felt hot and Merry did not move. Tears
were running down Pippin's face as he frantically tried to wake his cousin. The
boys were watching him in surprise not really understanding what was going on.
Pippin turned to look at them, hoping for help, but they did not know what to
do.



Pippin reached in again and found Merry's hand once more.
This time he managed a slightly better grip and as he clutched at the clenched
little fist, it suddenly opened and dropped the wax seal into Pippin's hand.



Pippin knew what he had to do, although it was a fearful
wrench to leave his poor Merry there, he pulled himself away from the bars and
caught hold of Aomor's hand, pushing the boy back towards the tear in the
canvas. The hobbit managed to indicate to the young boy that he needed to go
back to the great hall and Pippin's choice of Aomor as probably the smartest
and most compassionate of the boys was not wrong.



Quickly the lad took the frantic hobbit back to the Golden
Hall where King Théoden's Council was still in progress. Aomor, himself would
not have dared to interrupt the austere meeting that was in progress, and
waited by the far door as Pippin ran straight to the mighty Mithrandir himself.



The hobbit tugged frantically at Gandalf's cloak and the
wizard looked down at him with a frown and shook his head sternly, with a look
that plainly said do not bother me now Pippin.



Legolas! Pippin took the elf's hands and placed them on his
face, but Legolas just smiled at him and moved him aside without talking to
him.



Gimli hated anyone to touch his beard, so Pippin caught hold
of one of the plaits at the side and gave it a good tug and ran off. Gimli
muttered something dark and dwarvish at him but did not react more than that.



Pippin tried Aragorn next, he caught hold of the ranger's
finger and put it in his mouth, except instead of sucking it, he sank his small
teeth into it as hard as he could.



"Ouch! Pippin what was that for?" Aragorn snatched
his bitten digit away and sucked at his wounded finger.



Now Pippin had the ranger's attention he snatched a quill
from the King's table and ignoring his damaged left wrist grabbed Aragorn's
hand and wrote on his palm, '…i fond meri!'



Aragorn frowned and read the frantic message, but Pippin's
spelling had let him down again. "Yes Pippin, we know that. But why are
you being so ridiculous?"



"Whatever is wrong with the little one?" Théoden
asked.



"I thought at first he had just seen something he was
excited about." Gandalf explained. "Hobbits can get very
over-enthusiastic at times. Come here Pippin," he beckoned. The wizard
knew now that it was something more. "What's wrong?"



Pippin suddenly remembered the wax seal he had shoved in his
pocket. He did not know what it was, but Merry had kept it with him so it must
be important. He reached for the treasure and opened his fist to show the seal
to Gandalf and the King and pointed to outside.



Théoden took the piece of wax and held it up to examine it
in the light. "It is my seal. The only letter I have written recently was
the introduction I gave to Meriadoc."



"That's what he wrote!" Aragorn suddenly realised
what Pippin was trying to spell. "I've found Merry!"




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Last Update: 03 Apr 05
Stories: 15
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Stories I have read and liked, dealing primarily with interactions between members of the Fellowship.

Why This Story?

 

Story Information

Author: Llinos

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: Action

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 03/23/07

Original Post: 06/26/02

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Chapter List

1. A Twist in the Tale

2. Hobbit Hurling

3. Merry Yule and Orange Pips

4. A Palantír Is Not A Toy

5. Rescue

6. King Théoden

7. Pippin

8. Merry

9. Gandalf

10. Legolas

11. The Council

12. Interlude

13. The Road To Edoras

14. Poppy Paste

15. Attack!

16. All In Pippin's Mind

17. Merry Gets Sad

18. Pippin Gets High

19. A Sulky Hobbit

20. Poor Merry

21. Fever

22. Don't Let Me Go!

23. Bitter and Sweet

24. The Trial

25. Crime and Punishment

26. The Show

27. Drums of War

28. Rumblings

29. Searching

30. Converging

31. Betrayal

32. Aftermath

33. Wraithride

34. Lessons

35. Stigmata

36. Decisions

37. Ménage à trois

38. Misunderstandings

39. Visions

40. Remembering

41. Summoned

42. The Plan

43. Confrontation

44. Questions

45. Goodbye

46. Gone

47. Recovery

48. Promises

49. Friends and Strangers

50. Knots and Plots

51. Hide The Hobbit

52. Lost and Found

53. Promises and Threats

54. Blood and Water

55. Dead or Alive

56. Sad and Lonely

57. Hide and Seek

58. Near and Far

59. Touch and Go

60. Questions and Answers

61. Rough and Tumble

62. Beyond Help

63. Planning and Scheming

64. Requiescat

65. Echoes

66. Bribery and Corruption

67. Quo Vadis?

68. Friend or Foe

69. Terra Incognita

70. Caveat

71. Déjà vu

72. Truth and Lies

73. Catching Up

74. frodosam

75. Partings and Meetings

76. Gollum and Co

77. Shelob's Revenge

78. Rendezvous

79. Quartet

80. Needing Help

81. Perilous Paths

82. It's Magnic!

83. Ambush

84. Many Meetings

85. Telling the Tale

86. Love in a Shirt

87. News Fair and Foul

88. Rejoined

89. Minas Tirith

90. Honours

91. Bonding

92. Trusting to Luck

93. Conversations

94. Dangerous Thoughts

95. No Escape

96. No Surrender

97. Coup de gras

98. Requiescat In Pace

99. Feelings

100. Dead or Alive

101. Tales and Toil

102. Boromir The Brave

103. Calon Lân - (A Pure Heart)

104. In Dreams

105. The Last Debate

106. Battle Plans

107. Hey Ho To the Battle I Go!

108. Getting There

109. Who Wants To Play?