| A Hobbit's Awakening |
[05 Dec 2004|02:47pm] |
For only a moment he thought he was waking up again in the Shire, Diamond beside him in bed, the sun’s first light streaming through the window.
And then he remembered. Remembered... dying. His body at last frail and withered, his hair white, his eyes faded; he remembered lying upon his bed at Minas Tirith for the last time and fading away.
But then why did he feel so... young?
Peregrin Took bolted suddenly upright in bed, looking about with the sense of fear that had all at once overwhelmed him. His breath came in deep gasps. Shakily he lifted his hands to inspect them. He touched his face, the skin once again smooth... and then he caught his reflection in the mirror on the wall.
Immediately he leapt out of bed, intent on finding out where he was and just what was going on. He squinted against the light coming through the window as he approached it... and when his vision cleared, he gazed upon a grand city, one he had never seen in life or in dreams.
“What’s all this, now?” he wondered, as a confused smile began to slowly spread across his face.
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| For whoever wishes to cross paths... |
[05 Dec 2004|08:50pm] |
Pippin soon found himself rather finely dressed; a gold-embroidered jacket and vest outfit he’d found in his room. He awkwardly adjusted the cuffs of his shirt as he stepped out of the building, looking around the eerily empty street.
Silently he meandered from corner to corner, giving nervous smiles to every unrecognizable face... And for a while, exploring the corners and alleyways of the city was satisfying.
Eventually, however, he sat down on the front steps of a building, resting his chin in his hands, grey eyes scanning the square. Throughout his life he’d learned not to feel so small as he once did; at the moment he was finding it a bit difficult. This near-empty city seemed to be full of almost nothing but Big Folk, and while the occasional dwarf was a welcome sight, he had yet to see any other hobbits, or indeed anyone he recognized.
He sighed, his spirit sinking. In one sense he knew where he was, and in another... What am I doing here?, he thought to himself, looking towards the sky.
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