Happy New Year!
Dec. 31st, 2004 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanWaiting for time to go watch the fireworks that will be practically outside my door.
part one (There are links at the end of each section.)
The King, having settled Frodo, got up to go to Sam’s bed, and repeat the process. The scent of athelas came from his pot, making Bergil think of the herbs that were stuffed into his mattress.
“If you really want Sam to sleep easier,” Pippin observed through a yawn, “what you ought to do is push his bed alongside Frodo’s and tuck back the curtains so that he doesn’t have to climb out of bed when he wakes up to check if Frodo needs anything ten times a night. I can see why you want curtains on the beds with no proper door between us and the balcony, but it’s lonely waking up in the dark without Merry kicking, or Sam snoring, or Frodo trying to steal back the blankets.” He yawned again fit to crack his face and scrubbed at his hair drowsily.
“Perhaps you should try to rest a little longer,” the King said.
“No, if I laid down again now I’d be no use until noon.” Pippin pushed back his chair and got to his feet, “Come on, Bergil, I’ll help you fetch more water.”
“Help me fetch…” Bergil’s astonishment held him still a moment too long, and Pippin had already collected the buckets and started for the door before he realized that he’d have to run to catch up. “Sir Pippin, wait!”
He heard the king chuckle and turned to make a hasty bow and that made him almost trip over his own shoes when he turned again to go. He didn’t catch up to Pippin until he was already outside. Bergil took hold of one of the buckets handles. “Master Tollovand wouldn’t want me to let you help me do this,” he said.
Pippin let him take the bucket. “Master Tollovand wouldn’t want you doing it either. Didn’t I hear him telling you to stay in the hall and keep quiet so you wouldn’t waken anyone?”
Bergil blushed. “He said we should help if you needed anything,” he defended himself. “All the boys who were chosen are supposed to make ourselves useful.” He snuck a peek at Pippin. “He said you asked for me particularly.”
“I did,” Pippin agreed. “Your father asked me if I would.”
“Oh.” Bergil wasn’t sure how to take that. “I thought maybe you wanted to see me again.” They’d reached the fountain by then, and he placed his bucket under one of the outflow pipes to fill.
Pippin cupped his hands under the flow from the next pipe and splashed his face before he placed his bucket. “That’s better,” he said, shaking water from his hands. He propped himself on the side of the fountain and grinned at Bergil. “I did want to see you,” he said.
part twenty two
part one (There are links at the end of each section.)
The King, having settled Frodo, got up to go to Sam’s bed, and repeat the process. The scent of athelas came from his pot, making Bergil think of the herbs that were stuffed into his mattress.
“If you really want Sam to sleep easier,” Pippin observed through a yawn, “what you ought to do is push his bed alongside Frodo’s and tuck back the curtains so that he doesn’t have to climb out of bed when he wakes up to check if Frodo needs anything ten times a night. I can see why you want curtains on the beds with no proper door between us and the balcony, but it’s lonely waking up in the dark without Merry kicking, or Sam snoring, or Frodo trying to steal back the blankets.” He yawned again fit to crack his face and scrubbed at his hair drowsily.
“Perhaps you should try to rest a little longer,” the King said.
“No, if I laid down again now I’d be no use until noon.” Pippin pushed back his chair and got to his feet, “Come on, Bergil, I’ll help you fetch more water.”
“Help me fetch…” Bergil’s astonishment held him still a moment too long, and Pippin had already collected the buckets and started for the door before he realized that he’d have to run to catch up. “Sir Pippin, wait!”
He heard the king chuckle and turned to make a hasty bow and that made him almost trip over his own shoes when he turned again to go. He didn’t catch up to Pippin until he was already outside. Bergil took hold of one of the buckets handles. “Master Tollovand wouldn’t want me to let you help me do this,” he said.
Pippin let him take the bucket. “Master Tollovand wouldn’t want you doing it either. Didn’t I hear him telling you to stay in the hall and keep quiet so you wouldn’t waken anyone?”
Bergil blushed. “He said we should help if you needed anything,” he defended himself. “All the boys who were chosen are supposed to make ourselves useful.” He snuck a peek at Pippin. “He said you asked for me particularly.”
“I did,” Pippin agreed. “Your father asked me if I would.”
“Oh.” Bergil wasn’t sure how to take that. “I thought maybe you wanted to see me again.” They’d reached the fountain by then, and he placed his bucket under one of the outflow pipes to fill.
Pippin cupped his hands under the flow from the next pipe and splashed his face before he placed his bucket. “That’s better,” he said, shaking water from his hands. He propped himself on the side of the fountain and grinned at Bergil. “I did want to see you,” he said.
part twenty two
