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Title: Remembrance (#1204)
Author: saborice
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Lord of the Rings (Movieverse)
Description: A very short story. Years after the end of the War of the Ring, Pippin stays in his secluded home by the sea. He recollects his past and remembers Merry. Please read and review.
Published: 20 Aug 2004
Updated: 20 Aug 2004
Warnings:
Type: General
Characters: Pippin


Chapter 1 - Remembrance

Note: There is no sexual relations involved in this story.

Pippin sat silently near the gravestone. The gravestone that was placed there so long ago outside his home. When Pippin first had moved out near the sea with Merry, he never thought it would be the last place they'd be together. Merry loved the sound of the crashing waves of the sea. He had once told Pippin it reminded him of the calming hymns Legolas and Aragorn used to sing. But, that was so long ago. Everything was different now, and everything had changed. The Fellowship of friends that once was had been broken long ago. Some people leave, and some grow up and live on. Some people who go to their forefathers, should not have.

Pippin crouched before the gravestone and placed both palms across the inscription:

'A friend that has lived so long
Has not lived nearly long enough
Our eternal friendship and love
Will live on forever.."

Below the inscription was Merry's name. Pippin cried out in injustice. He bent forward on his knees and kissed the ground where Merry was buried in the cold dirt beneath. Then, he sat up and leaned against the gravestone tensely. His brown sugar colored curls bounced forward into his hands as he wept. He gazed at the imperfect sky that shed its poisonous light upon him. The wind was calm, but sometimes gust its breeze harshly across Pippin's aging, yet fair face.

Pippin folded over his coat lapel and took out two smoking pipes. He lit them both, placed one in his mouth, and the other in the ground. Pippin puffed away lightly at his Old Toby pipeweed. His eyes of milk and honey were glazed and red with tears. He peered down at the lonely pipe, picturing when Merry and he would sit on this very spot together to watch the sun rise and set over the sea.

Pippin took the pipe from the ground and examined it closely, before violently throwing it, along with his own, aside. He shouted toward the celestial sky in anger and sadness before crashing to the ground again. Pippin breathed heavily as he gripped the grass between his fingers. He crawled slowly back to Merry's grave and sat facing it. He sighed deeply again and calmed himself. Running one hand through his hair, Pippin took a note from his pocket. His hands shook and fumbled with the note as he opened it.

"Merry," Pippin began speaking to the gravestone. "I wrote this after.....after the day you left me."

He cleared his throat and began:

"At first there were two
And then we became four
For Sam and Frodo
We came to adore
We lived happily
In our custom ways
Until the nights were engulfed
In shadowy days

Then we were four
Blinded in sight
Until we became five
That fateful night
Aragorn aided us on our way
To destroy the thing
That would kill everything

Through thick and thin
We all met again
And then we became nine
Known to all as the Fellowship of the Ring

Through all the strife
During those dark days
Our friendship grew
In so many ways
When the light was shed again
You were by my side
You were and always will be my best friend."

He folded up the paper and set it on the headstone. He closed his weary eyes and wept again for a moment.

Again, he spoke to the gravestone. "I have written to Aragorn to tell him of my wishes. Then, at least, I can be buried here with you."

Pippin wiped away his tears and knelt by Merry's grave. His hands shook as they reached into his pocket and pulled out a small dagger.

"Remember this, Merry? It is the same dagger you used in defending the beautiful Lady Eowyn. The same dagger we used to practice swordfighting with," Pippin's voice cracked. "I know, despite you having me here for you, you were sad still. You took your life and now, I will take mine.."

Pippin felt the tip of the silver dagger as it was held at his now almost bare chest.

"I have lived long enough, my brother. I will come to you now; the sea is calling me home. You are calling me home," he whispered.

Pippin closed his eyes and held the dagger steady. As he was about to impale himself through the heart, though, Pippin felt a strange presence around him. He removed the dagger from near his chest and breathed deeply. He sighed, as the presence was gone as fast as it came. Pippin rolled up the sleeve on his arm. On his right shoulder lay a small, fading handprint. Pippin ran his fingers over the print, which was about the size of his own hand and laughed. Then, he looked to the glorious sky.

"Okay, okay, I know. Don't even ask me where I had this idea. It's just not Pippin," he spoke. "We will meet again, though. Just not yet."

The End
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