Reunion at Isengard: 2. A Glimpse of Home

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2. A Glimpse of Home

“We seem to spend all our time high off the ground these days, you know. Being hauled about by Orcs and carried by Ents and up in wizard fortresses…….. we’ll probably end up at that white tower Boromir used to talk about.” Pippin sighed, thinking about poor Boromir.

I nodded. We lay on our backs, peering up at the sky from the top of the ruined arch. “Maybe we will.” I was silent for a bit, thinking about the treeless, flooded, desolate ruin below us that was now Isengard. “I wonder what this place used to look like?”

“Sam said that Gandalf talked about it at the Council,” Pippin said. “That it once was ‘green and fair’. Hard to imagine now, though. Maybe Sam should do a little gardening and re-planting here when it’s all over, if it’s okay with the Ents, that is.”

“Pip,” I said quietly, “If Sam ever sees this place it’ll mean that he and Frodo made it to that mountain, destroyed the Ring, and somehow got back in one piece.” I sighed and shook my head. “After all that, if the Ents don’t let Sam do just about anything he wants to here, they’ll have to answer to me.”

“I haven’t been thinking much about Sam and Frodo,” said Pippin. “Gandalf hardly said a word about them except that they got across the River all right. I can’t even imagine what they’re going through right now.” He shivered in the cold air and pulled his cloak tighter about him. “We’ve been pretty lucky, Mer, all things considered.”

“I know.” I thought for a while. “You know, getting the Ents to come here may be the only thing we get to do that’s useful. You and I might spend the rest of the war wandering around Isengard, keeping from being stepped on or drowned or bored to death.”

Pippin frowned at the thought. “Maybe we can do some exploring, though.”

“Pip,” I laughed, “we’ve seen everything there is to see east of here by being dragged through it. North is more mountains, south is the war, and west is…… hmmm. West is Dunland, where Legolas said those black crows came from. Kind of empty over there. Maybe we’re safest right where we are; at least Gandalf knows where to find us here.”

“I suppose so.” Pippin sounded so downhearted that my heart ached. Suddenly I sat up, pulling Pippin up with me. I wrapped my left arm around him, and took my cousin’s right hand in mine. I pointed Pippin’s hand northwest. “There’s the Shire,” I said quietly. “It’s a long way, Pip, but that’s where it is.” Pippin sighed and leaned back against my chest. “We can explore there, all we want, when we get back. Don’t you think?”

“Yes,” Pippin whispered. He brightened, never one to be downhearted for long. “When we get back. After all the welcome-home feasting and parties and parades and such.”

I grinned. “Especially the feasting, you greedy hobbit.”

“We’ll be taller than anybody, you know.” Pippin found this notion delightful. “I guess we’ll *always* be high off the ground, now.”

“And we’ll remember back to this night,” I said softly. “Right in the middle of the third straight day of feasting, we’ll look at each other and smile, and know that we’re both thinking about this moment.”

“I like that.”

We sat, each with our own thoughts. I looked around. “The sun’s coming up. Maybe we can get some sleep later when we know what’s going on today.”

“Oh, I forgot about that,” Pippin yawned. “Feasting and parties and parades and *sleeping*.”

“You won’t be famous for anything you did in the war, Peregrin Took. You’ll be famous for being the tallest, fattest, most well-rested Thain in history!”

The hobbits both laughed delightedly as they descended the stairs, and the Ents Treebeard had posted close to the gate wondered at the sound. It was unfamiliar to them, but still, it was a good little sound --- of that they were certain.

** END **

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: shirebound

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: General

Rating: General

Last Updated: 04/19/03

Original Post: 04/07/03

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