The palantir

Written by: Obsession44
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“Pippin”

Peregrin Took stirred in his sleep.

“Pippin”

The young hobbit groaned and opened his eyes, he stared around him. The floor was littered with sleeping bodies. He blinked and the eye of Sauron appeared in his mind’s eye, he gasped and sat up.

Standing up slowly he nodded to himself in grim determination, clenching his fists he walked past the sleeping King of Rohan and his own cousin Merry. He was halfway there when...

“What you doin’?”

Pippin spun around breathing heavily, he’d been caught! But it was only Merry; he must have been awake as well. Pippin shook his head slowly as a way of saying ‘Nothing and be quiet’. He turned again and stared at Gandalf. The old wizard looked back at him, Pippin jumped back in alarm. Gandalf didn’t move. Pippin warily stepped forwards and waved one hand in front of the wizards face. He was asleep. Pippin sighed with relief and his gaze travelled down to the bundle locked in the crook of Gandalf’s arms. He looked on the floor around him and saw a large chamber pot, he picked it up and used his free hand to reach over and grab the bundle but then the wizard mumbled something. Pippin almost dropped the pot, he looked at Gandalf but he was definitely still asleep. Pippin quickly swapped the bundle for the pot ignoring the many times Merry had called his name, confused and scared.

“Pippin! Are you mad?!” Merry asked as Pippin ran to Aragorn’s empty blanket and laid the bundle down.

“I just want to look at it” Pippin replied without looking up, he began to unwrap the bundle.

“Put it back!” Merry whispered urgently he sounded scared but again Pippin ignored him.

He pulled the cloth of the Palantir and stared at it with wonder filling his eyes. He smiled and placed two hands around the sides of the palantir. Suddenly there was a blinding white flash and he was somewhere else. He looked around him, there was fire everywhere. People were screaming and running away, there were Orcs and Nazgul chasing them and killing them. The men, women and children. Pippin looked in front of him; there was a large white tree, untouched by the burning but dying anyway. He stepped closer towards it when there was a deafening screech and a gigantic Nazgul landed in front of him. Pippin tried to run back but the rider reached for its sword, it raised it up.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Pippin opened his eyes. Everything was white: blank.

No Nazgul. No rider. No tree. No suffering. Nothing. He stood up and everything turned red instead and the eye looked at him, burning into him. He felt pain, burning pain inside and outside his body. He screamed and the pain stopped.

Then he came. Sauron. He walked slowly even gracefully; one hand was dragging a long strange weapon Pippin had never seen before. It was like a long metal stick but with a large spiked bulge at the top, bigger than Pippins body. Pippin didn’t moved he eyed the weapon warily he gulped inwards.

Then Sauron spoke a slow rasping sound.

“What is our name Hobbit?”

Pippin didn’t answer. His breathing sped up.

“Answer me!” The shout was more like a screech and then Pippin felt more pain even worse than before. He screamed again but this time it didn’t stop. He fell to the ground his head bent down and he heard a clank of metal showing that Sauron had taken a step forward. He looked up gritting his teeth.

“No” he murmured. He didn’t know why he said it, it just came out.

“You have the ring”

“No” Pippin said again but this time louder “NO!”

Sauron raised his weapon and began to swing it above his head.

It swung towards Pippin, closer and closer. Then suddenly Aragorn appeared, Pippin sank to the ground and felt blankets instead of rocks. Then blackness.