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This was written on the fly, so I apologize in advance for any errors.

"He's here, he's here!" Pippin squealed with excitement, tugging on his mother's arm. "Look, mamma, over there, by the..."

"Yes, dear," Mamma interrupted her overexcited youngling. "I see him too, but you are being much too loud. Now, if you sit quietly for a moment, I'll take you over to meet him as soon as I've finished my tea."

Pippin sat as quietly as he could, which was much more quiet than most people would give him credit for. His entire body was quivering with eagerness but he made not a sound as Mamma sipped at her tea and nibbled on a seedcake.

Many hobbits were milling around the tent and Pippin attempted to distract himself by listening to snatches of conversation.

"Most delightful party, I must say," one rotund old hobbit commented. "The old fool has really outdone himself this time."

"I certainly agree, dear," answered his wife, hanging on his arm. "Although I didn't expect to see..." Pippin never learned who she didn't expect to see (not that he cared much), as a trio of young lads and lasses passed by, playing a sprightly dance tune on whistles and a small drum.

Next, a slightly older lad walked by, self-importantly declaiming to a sweet-faced lass that he had found a new star and was going to name it after her, in honor of her beauty.

"Come along now, Pippin."

Finally! Mamma was finished with her tea. Pippin leaped to his feet, nearly knocking his half-drained mug of milk off the edge of the trestle table, where it was precariously perched. Grabbing her hand, Pippin half led, half pulled Mamma in the proper direction.

It wasn't long, however, before he slowed down. Soon, he was hanging back, being gently pulled along by Mamma.

"Don't be shy, Pippin. He won't bite." Mamma meant those words to be reassuring, Pippin knew. Somehow, they weren't.

By now, they had reached their goal. Pippin hid behind Mamma's skirt, sudden terror outwaying any previous excitement.

"Eglantine Took! I am delighted to see you again. And who is this young lad?" The voice was deep and rumbling, with an accent to it that was unfamiliar to Pippin.

Suddenly, he was being hauled out from behind the safety of Mamma's skirt, although she kept her arm around him. "This is my youngest, Gandalf. His name is Peregrin, although we usually just call him Pippin."

Pippin looked up, up, up, into a pair of twinkling eyes, and cheeks crinkled up in a warm smile. "Hello, Peregrin Took. It is a pleasure to meet you."


"Peregrin! Peregrin Took! Open your eyes and look at me, this instant!" Pippin recognized that voice, deep and rumbling, far too large for a hobbit. He cracked his eyes open, blinking painfully against the light in the tent. He was trembling with pain, fear and confusion, and the sound of a familiar voice was almost enough to bring him to tears.

The image in front of him came into focus slowly, a large blur gradually defining itself. "Gandalf?" he asked in a hoarse whisper, finding himself staring up into a pair of twinkling eyes, and cheeks that were crinkled up in a reassuring smile.

"Aye, my lad."

Pippin's eyes closed again, defeated by the blinding light. His head throbbed in time with his pulse, and his entire body hurt. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know any of the very strange folk who kept sitting by him and speaking to him, but that didn't matter now. Gandalf was here.


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 18th, 2004 03:31 am (UTC)
Oooh yes! Gandalf and his little Took! I love the image of him meeting Gandalf for the first time at The Birthday Party! And finishing it off like that--delightful!
Oct. 18th, 2004 11:41 am (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. I was in the mood to write something last night, and this is what came out when I started typing, lol.
Oct. 18th, 2004 04:22 am (UTC)
Lovely! I like stories that weave a theme from the past to the present, and Pippin-Gandalf is such a wonderful idea. That wizard has a soft spot for "his lad", and always has, I think.
Oct. 18th, 2004 11:43 am (UTC)
Thanks. I like trying to make those connections between past and present. And I agree with you about Gandalf. Much as Pippin frustrates him from time to time, he clearly looks on the lad with much affection.
Oct. 18th, 2004 06:19 am (UTC)
Squee! Oh, this was wonderful! I absolutely love Pippin and Gandalf stories. Beautiful!
Oct. 18th, 2004 11:44 am (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. :)
Oct. 18th, 2004 12:03 pm (UTC)
Lovely! I love how Pippin was excited and then started hiding behind his mother's skirts:)
Very cute!
Oct. 18th, 2004 08:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Kids are funny that way, aren't they? One minute they are ready to go, and the next minute they get a different perspective on the thing and don't want anything to do with it.
Oct. 22nd, 2004 12:35 am (UTC)
Great story! I am trying to catch up on the things that were posted while I was out of town and this was a treat! I always enjoy Gandalf with Pippin.
Oct. 22nd, 2004 04:53 am (UTC)
Thanks! Gandalf and Pippin are such fun to write, and I've been thinking about their first meeting a lot, lately. I'm glad you liked it.
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