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| Deleted User | 13 Oct 2008, 05:07 PM Post #1 |
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“Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone. …” The melodious tune floated throughout the hole as the Hobbit sang, his voice crisp and clear. It was a tune that Pippin rarely sang anymore, as it brought with it nostalgia of Bilbo and Frodo, who had long since set sail from the Grey Havens to the Undying Lands. Nonetheless, he smiled as he remembered how the three of them, Frodo, Sam, and himself, had set off toward Buckland while singing this very same song. “Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass! Let them pass! ...” Summer had at last come after a harsh winter and cool spring. At the thought of winter, his thoughts turned to Lothloríen and the beauty he had beheld when he had walked under its boughs. Alas, he thought, such beauty is now gone, save for the memory of those who were fortunate enough to lay their eyes on it. Although grim was this notion, it did nothing to dampen his sprits. As soon as the sorrow came, it went. He turned his head to the window just as a breeze came through, rustling his curly brown hair. He made his way closer to the window sill and clutched it with both hands, taking a moment to let the calm wind and warm sunlight graze his skin as memories of six years ago slowly diminished, but never gone. Times in the world were now peaceful; his life in the Shire was peaceful. Yet deep inside there was a desire inside him that longed to travel Middle-earth once more just as he had done with Frodo and the rest of the Fellowship. He hadn’t left the Shire in recent years and already he felt his connection severing with the other members, save for Merry and Sam who resided nearby. What visitors came to him nowadays were relatives and friends-of-friends (if you understand his meaning). Although he held no ounce of disdain for his kin, his thoughts drifted to the faraway lands that were populated by Dwarves, by Elves, and by Men. After leaving the Shire for the first time, Pippin couldn’t help but feel his eyes had been opened and, now that they had, he had the urge to discover more of this Middle-earth that he had been isolated from most of his life. Perhaps someone will bring news from the East, the Hobbit thought, doing his best to remain positive. However, he knew that his place was here in the Shire… It couldn’t hurt to hope. Lyrics by J.R.R. Tolkien. OoC: This will be a continuous thread dealing with the hobbit hole of Peregrin Took. All visitors are welcome, but try not to come all at once! |
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