The Fourth Halfling
I II III
IV V VI
Letters from Peregrin I II
III IV V
VI VII VIII
The Fourth Halfling
"Get me some bread you filthy halfling!" an orc shouted at the smallest
person in Barad-Dur.
Peregrin stumbled over to the table where last night's bread was and
gave it to the orc. He sniffed it, picked out a maggot and stuffed the
whole hunk into his mouth. His partner, Gristle, threw a chicken leg at
Peregrin who easily dodged it.
"Get me some too before I eat you raw." said Gristle.
"Er. . . " said Peregrin. "There's no more left."
Gristle trundled over and stuffed his face into Peregrin's.
"Well then you'll do just fine." he said.
Peregrin stood stock still, waiting.
"Gristle, ya can't threaten the master's own boy. Back off."
Gristle did back off, which was unusual because he never listened to
orders from an orc.
Peregrin turned around and saw one of the Witch-King's messengers
standing in the tower doorway.
"Master says that I'm to bring the halfling to him straight away." the
nasel voice rasped.
He left the tower leaving Peregrin rooted to the floor. Peregrin had
never been to see the master, let alone come to his tower. He had
always been living in this tower with Gristle and the other orc. But he
did remember a bright green country, with flowers and the sun. He
wished he could visit that place again to find out who he was. His only
memory of that place was his name.
Peregrin trudged up the stairs to get to the tower where the Master
was. He opened the door with a creak and slowly poked his head around
"Come in, Peregrin." the Witch-King said.
Peregrin bowed low in front of the Witch-King. He beckoned for Peregrin
to stand up and sit by him.
"Pergrin, I have called you here to do a special service for me."
Peregrin grinned. He was never ever asked to do special services.
"What, milord? What do I have to do?"
"Peregrin, you are being released from your tower today to complete
this task. Do you remember the Dark Lord's Ring?"
"Someone stole it from him. A halfling, like you by the name of
"But why don't we just ask him to give it back, milord?"
The Witch-King laughed.
"Peregrin, you are forgetting the tale of how I rescued you from your
people. Your people are monsters;they yearn for dark, unspeakable
things that only the darkest beings would like. You were imprisoned by
a wizard, Old Graybeard was his name. I rescued you and brought you
here so you may be safe. No, Peregrin, the one who has stolen the Ring
means to destroy us. He will not be nice and just hand it over. You
must get the Ring back and bring it to the Dark Lord."
The Witch-King stared at Peregrin long and hard.
"There will be many foes on your quest. To keep you from believing
these lies that people say I will-"
"But Master, I will never believe these lies. I have been trained long
The Witch-King sighed, impatient.
"Peregrin, do not interrupt. I will establish a mind link so I can give
you advice while you travel. I am not saying that you are weak and wont
be able to resist, but the elves are very skilled in sorcery and they
will do anything to make you do what they want. To invoke this mind
link, I will call aloud your true name."
Peregrin stood up and closed his eyes and waited.
He screamed as if in pain and sank to the floor.
Far away in The Shire, Frodo Baggins heard Peregrin's scream as clearly
as if it was his own.
of his Own
Two months later, Peregrin trudged through the wilderness thinking of
what the Witch-King said.
If my people were murderers, how come
Maybe the Witch-King is lying. .
He can't be lying, he never lies.
How do you know he hasn't changed?
With that thought in mind, he gazed up at the sky, wondering if the
Master was going to come on his Fell Beast or his horse.
Gazing up at the sky was a big mistake. He halted before an elf dressed
in silver garb who had an arrow at his throat.
"Hi. . Just passing through. . .what is this place?" Peregrin mumbled.
The arrow was raised a little higher.
" Who are you? You wear the livery of the Black Tower, yet you are no
taller than a dwarf." the elf questioned.
Peregrin was confused.
"What black tower? I came from that glowing green tower where all the
Nazgul live. And I'm a halfling, not a dwarf."
The elf gasped in surprise. He hadn't known that a halfling would know
about the Nazgul, the Black Riders or of Cirith Ungol.
"I know not what your intentions may be, or who you are, but the rule
for all newcomers, regardless of shape and size, is that you must come
to see the Lady of the Golden Wood."
"So this place is the Golden wood?" asked Peregrin as he journeyed with
"Yes, fair Lothlorien, we call it."
They came to a clearing in which stood the Lady Galadriel and Lord
"We heard news of your arrival and decided to meet you here." the Lady
To Peregrin, her voice was like the sound of a clear brook, or a leaf
He didn't quite know what it was but he felt he needed to trust
whatever she said. Despite what the Witch-King said, he felt that elves
could be trusted and even obeyed.
Lady Galadriel swept over to Peregrin and said,
"Young one, you know not of the great task that a halfling like you has
been called upon to do. Your task, I know, is similar but instead of
evil intent. With bringing the Ring back to your master, the Dark Lord,
you will destroy Lothlorien. You will destroy the beauty of this world,
including your homeland, The Shire."
Peregrin was shocked. The Lady knew about that green country, the one
that he knew about only in memories. She knew what it was called which
was better than what he would have known had he not traveled out of
Then the mental link that the Witch-King founded in him came to life.
"Angayasse Antuulien, why do you
believe these lies? They are fool's talk, nothing more. With the Ring,
the Dark Lord will make the world into a realm of light and even more
beauty than there is here. Do not believe these mind-addled elves."
Peregrin was troubled. It had been three
weeks since he had fled from Lothlorien and he had begun to see
mountains in the distance. However was he going to get over those? His
steps had begun to get weary, and he thought he saw a big black tower
looming before him. There were great trees surrounding it but even as
he admired their strength and beauty, one of them toppled over with a
loud groan. There were dark, dense shapes shouting and destroying the
Peregrin gasped in astonishment because he had never seen orcs since he
had left Mordor. He ran forward to see clearer and his foot snagged on
a rock. He fell, his senses deserting him. But the last thing he saw
before falling into unconsciousness was a giant dark bird swooping down
to him with a gray-robed man on it's back.
The fragrance of fresh apples and clear,
sparkling water lingered in the air as Peregrin woke up in a warm, soft
bed. He breathed in the air, reveling in the sweet prospect of staying
But where was 'here'?
Peregrin looked around and saw that he was not in the only bed in the
room. A boy was lying in a bed a few feet away from him and an old man
was sitting in a wooden chair next to that bed. Peregrin's gaze
traveled to the beauty of this place. Trees were towering outside of
his room and he noticed flowers growing in a bowl on a table next to
The old man stirred in his chair, rustling his
"Ah! You're awake. I am Gandalf. Now who might you be?"
Peregrin just stared.
"Er. . . I'm Peregrin. Peregrin Took."
Gandalf's eyes widened for a moment as if he remembered something.
"Are you a hobbit?"
Peregrin was confused.
"Imagine that! A hobbit who doesn't know he's a hobbit!" Gandalf
muttered to himself.
"I'm a halfling, I know that. The Witch-King told me."
Gandalf laughed. "The Witch-King! The Witch-King! Now how would a
hobbit like yourself know about the Witch-King?"
Peregrin's face was deadpan serious.
"He invited me to lunch."
"What?! He invited you to-"
Gandalf's face changed instantly.
"You can't be serious."
"Why don't you believe me? The Witch-King told me he knew everyone and
everyone knew him."
Gandalf's frown appeared.
"My young boy, is what you say true? That you have been in the service
of the Witch-King?"
Peregrin was about to knod his head yes but the mental link flashed to
"Angayasse Antuulien, why do you
trust this old man? He claims to be called Gandalf, but I know better.
This is the wizard who captured you when you were young, Old Graybeard
his name is. Do not tell him anymore about me, or your mission."
What Gandalf saw as Peregrin was receiving orders from the Witch-King
was Peregrin shaking uncontrollably, his eyes turning black. He
recovered as Gandalf reached for his staff.
"You! You captured me? Why did you do that, huh, Old Graybeard? The
Witch-King has been the nicest person I ever met! Why wouldn't he
invite me for lunch?"
"STAY THIS MADNESS!"
Peregrin cowered against his bed as Gandalf towered above him.
"Young one, you are mislead. It was not I who captured you, but the
All the lies and truths in Peregrin's head jumbled together so what
came out of his mouth was a seemingly meaningless babble.
"But how. .I mean. . The Shire. . .Old Man. . .No. . .green. . .with
flowers. . .The Ring. . . how. . .did it get lost. . . .No. . .no. . ."
He curled up into a ball as the truth of what Gandalf told him hit
"All my life I've been fed lies. . . . Why shouldn't you be any
He looked up, his tear-filled eyes staring straight into Gandalf's.
"Misery Returned. . . that's what I am."
Peregrin fled the room.
Frodo huddled closer to Sam as they rested for a bit climbing up Mount
Doom. His heart was beating fast after the encounter at Cirith Ungol.
His thoughts reached out to Gollum and where he was or if he was even
alive. His thoughts wandered to that strange hobbit, Peregrin, who was
in the service of the Dark Lord. No one ever knew his true intentions,
or why he had fled Rivendel and never was seen again. Frodo sometimes
heard someone yelling in his dreams, someone with a very hobbit-like
voice. . . .
Aragorn, Gandalf, Merry, Legolas and Gimli were rallying the troops,
ready for an attack at the Black Gate.
"There may come a day when the courage of men fails, an hour of wolves
before the Age of Men comes crashing down- but it will not be this day!
THIS DAY WE FIGHT!"
"YAH!" cried the soldiers.
They marched to the Black Gate, their mighty king in front. When they
reached the Gate, the big, black, obsidian doors opened with a loud
Two figures stepped out, one very short and the other tall and ugly.
Gandalf, Aragorn, Merry, Legolas and Gimli rode up to meet them.
"I am the Mouth of Sauron. Is there anyone in this rout with authority
to treat with me? Or indeed, with wit to understand me? Not thou, at
least!" the Mouth mocked, turning to Aragorn with scorn.
"I have the wit to understand you, you big ugly brute! Stop ridiculing
my king and his friends. They deserve no more than they already have."
The smaller figure bowed to Aragorn and said,
"Forgive him, Aelfwine Elvea, Elf-friend Star-like. He knows not of the
courtesy some people would like."
Aragorn stared at the short being. How would this person know his name?
The short person turned to Gandalf.
"And you, Enwina Atan, Old Man, I am sorry for the trouble I have
caused you. Oh yes, I have seen you, murmuring and muttering to
yourself of what you could have done for me, to make me understand. But
no one could have done better."
Gandlaf, like Aragorn, stared at the shorter being. He looked awfully
The short person stared back, then sighed.
"Oh, come on now Enwina Atan, Gandalf, don't you know who I am?"
When no reply came, he walked up to Merry.
"Erda Eket, Deserted Sword, I should have been at your side all these
years, trying to be the hobbit I would have been if not for the
Witch-King. I am sorry for that."
While the hobbit was saying all this, the Mouth of Sauron had tensed
up, annoyed with Peregrin for being so nice. It was time to teach him a
lesson. A hard lesson.
The Mouth of Sauron lifted up his arm and swung it across Peregrin's
head sending him crashing to the dirty, dusty, mud cracked barren
Merry was very confused by this point. Who was
Then the Mouth of Sauron hit the hobbit sending him to the ground, and
Merry knew who he was. Merry lunged for the Mouth and stabbed him
straight through the leg.
"ARGGG!" yowled the Mouth.
"That's for Pippin!" yelled Merry who ran away from the Mouth with
Gimli and Legolas on horseback.
To finish it off, Aragorn swiped off the Mouth's head with no remorse.
He then picked up the young hobbit and escorted him to where the
Peregrin woke up beside Merry.
"You. . .called me Pippin."
"Yeah. Now you know who you were meant to be. Oh and, by the way, I
found these letters yesterday. They're signed 'P'."
"I. . .I wrote them. When I was in my tower. But how. . .how did you
"I don't know. They simply were there in my room in Gondor yesterday.
Maybe Gandalf had something to do with it."
That day, the day Sauron was destroyed, Peregrin fought alongside Merry
as bravely as Aragorn. He fought to end his master's reign and he
fought for what would have happened if he had been a normal hobbit. He
said this once to Merry,
"I don't really know what would have happened if the Witch-King had not
visited the Shire that day when I disappeared from there. But maybe,
just maybe, things would have not turned out so bad."
And we all know they didn't.
* * * * * * * *
Letters from Peregrin
I can only hope that someone is reading this. Someone normal, I mean.
Someone like an elf, a dwarf, a man, a wizard or even a. . a hobbit.
Nothing like those stinky orcs. Or my Master. If he saw these, he would
make me suffer. A lot. Maybe even worse than I already am. . .
I left that room two days ago. The room with the old man, Gandalf, I
think he called himself. I've been thinking about what he said. About
the Witch-King capturing me. Why would he do that? What could he want
of me? There are so many questions unanswered about my life. I have
been walking on, and on. I entered a forest yesterday. There I heard
voices. Voices! I had never expected to come upon other life. I hid as
best I could and sought to take a look at the newcomers. There was a
tall man who had a kingly air about him but was covered in dirt and
weather-stained clothing. Huddled next to him were three people my
size. I think they were halflings, I mean hobbits, but I do not know.
Then a man walked into where they were and he spotted me. Or, at least
I think he did because he walked over to the bush where I was hidden. I
held my breath, waiting to see if he would find me. He did.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Why is that the one question everyone's asking of me?" I breathed
"It is because without an introduction, a person would not know who you
are and what side you are on."
"Do you want me to answer your question truthfully or falsely?"
He nodded for truth. I took a deep breath and said,
"I am Peregrin Took. I used to be a servant of the Dark Lord and-"
"Boromir? Why are you talking to that bush?" An old man came to where
the others were. I gasped. It was the old man! G-Gandalf! I backed
away, hoping he didn't see me and took off with only the slightest
rustle of leaves.
has been days since I had my last meal. I have been running and running
non stop until I finally collapsed. I think I fell unconscious but I'm
not sure. I could go for a hunk of bread right now. I am just so
hungry. I have been captured by a group of men with long blond hair.
They haven't stopped until now. I climbed down from the horse on which
I am sitting to take a better look around. There are bodies of men and
horses lying on the ground. Most of them are dead but a few are
wounded. A man calls over a man who I know to be the captain of this
group to have him take a look at one of the bodies. They are saying
something about 'the son of the king' and 'Theoden'. I don't care about
anything right now, except food. . .
We rode out again in the night. They are saying something about orcs
and how we will attack them. Suddenly we come upon a sleeping horde of
orcs. The men charge in and attack them straight away. I fell off my
horse onto an orc who spoke.
"You've come back then, haven't you, you halfling?"
It was Gristle! I wondered briefly if this was a dream and then took to
pummeling him. He lashed out with his sword and caught me across the
forehead. Then the captain of the men kills him and helps me up. That
is the last thing I remember from that night, although maybe I saw a
short figure fleeing into the woods.
I wake up when we are stopped and when it is daylight. The men are
confronting a group of three people; an elf, a man and a dwarf. They
say that they are enemies of Sauron. How I wish to go with them! As if
hearing my thoughts, the captain lets me climb off his horse to be with
these people. I take a closer look at them and find that the man is the
same that I saw with Gandalf!
"I know you." I mumble.
The man seems taken aback.
"How?" he says in disbelief.
"I saw you in the forest. I was hidden in the bush when the other man,
Boromir I think he was, spoke to me."
The man looked grief-stricken.
"Oh Boromir, Why did you not tell us of this before you died!" he
And I must stop there for now, reader for I am so very tired. Until
ridden into the giant forest to search for something. Or someone. I do
not know for sure as the man is saying something about a 'Merry'. What
could that be?
The elf is questioning me about who I am. I tell him the truth as I
have no choice in the matter. He is amazed at what I tell him but is
still a little doubtful. After that, something happened which I feared
would not ever again. My Master spoke in my head. He said,
"Angayasse Antuulien, why do you stay with these people? They feed lies
into your brain. Do not listen to them!"
I know in my heart that I do not
believe him but my mind says otherwise. I try to sneak out of the woods
but the dwarf catches me and brings me back. The man starts talking
"Peregrin, why did you try to run away?"
I hesitate for a moment but answer with,
"The Witch-King spoke in my mind and told me to run away. I tried not
to listen but he made me do it."
The man drew in a breath and said,
"It is as I feared. You have a connection with the Witch-King."
He paused a moment the continued,
"Would you like to see what happened the night you were captured?"
"How?" I say, a little fearful.
"I will give you that memory. I don't know how I do it myself but it is
a handy thing to learn. I'm afraid that I will have to knock you
I brace myself for the incoming blow and, as he hits me, I hear a
phrase in a language I don't know.
"Tulya, talant-hen, tulya. Taeg perian o athan thinna nedna taeg
* Translation: Come, fallen child, come. The halfling from beyond fades
into the sunlight.
what I saw, what the man showed me:
The cozy interior of the Brandybuck Hall warms all the little hobbit
children inside. An old man is sitting in an armchair next to the fire,
his gray robes tucked in around him. The hobbit children are nestled
around his feet, listening to his tale of a time long ago.
"And so those nine kings of men fell under the power of the Ring and
became wraiths, forever slaves to the Dark Lord, Sauron. And that's all
The little hobbits sighed.
"Don't you fret, I will tell you more tomorrow, in the daylight. For
there are dark stories better told in the sun."
The children emptied the hall one by one, being picked up by their
parents to take them home to their hobbit holes. Although two children
stayed behind to ask the old man some questions.
"Gandalf, is it true that all the wra-wra-wra-"
"Wraiths, Pippin" said his companion, Merry.
"Wraiths were destroyed? And they are all gone now?"
The old man looked at him quizzically.
"Peregrin Took, my lad, they were most certainly not destroyed. But do
not worry. they will never come here, not to the Shire, oh no."
Merry and Pippin ran off, thanking Gandalf as they went.
In the corner of Brandybuck Hall, a ranger listened intently to what
the two children said.
Bilbo walked around the woods of the Shire with Strider, telling him
about what had happened in the night.
"Oh yes, a young hobbit lad just disappeared in the middle of the
night! Last his cousin, Meriadoc, saw of him was as he ran into his
hobbit hole. And then, poof! No sign of him at all!"
"And what was this young lad's name, might I ask?"
"His name was Peregrin. Peregrin Took. Second cousin to my dear Frodo,
as luck might have it. Now Frodo will never know him. . ."
"Bilbo, I have to be off. I must contact Gandalf and the Dunedain to
speak to them of this mysterious event. Until we meet again!"
"Farewell, Estel, Strider. Farewell!"
has happened since I wrote my last letter. I am riding to some place
called Edoras with the man, the elf, the dwarf and Gandalf. But let me
back up and tell you what happened.
We came upon a figure in white in the forest. The man thought he was an
evil wizard so he told the rest of us to not let him cast a spell. They
raised their weapons to attack but the wizard defended himself with his
staff, shining a brilliant white light. When they were shielding their
eyes from the brilliance, I ran up and kicked him, not knowing who he
was. I think that he was not expecting an attack from one so small. The
bright light dwindled and sank to a candlelight. The man looked upon
the old man's face for the first time clearly and gasped.
"Gandalf!" he cries and sinks to his knees.
The dwarf and elf also followed his example. I just stood there,
"Ah, yes, that was my name. Gandalf." Gandalf says.
I stand there, my brain not processing this fast enough. Is this really
the old man? Is this really Gandalf? Shouldn't I be running away?
But something holds me there. I cannot move at all. I think it is his
magic, or maybe it is just my conscious. Gandalf's voice stirs me out
of my thoughts, saying,
"And so we meet again, Peregrin. I had wondered of what became of you."
I respond by saying,
"I am sorry, G-Gandalf."
"My dear boy, you have naught to apologize for. It was the Witch-King,
it was his doing."
With that said, the man, Gandalf, the elf and dwarf talk about where he
was. I am not really listening. They finish talking and Gandalf says,
"Let us go to Edoras."
I turn to him and say,
"Great. Where are we going?"
have entered a great, magnificent hall in Edoras, Medusled I think it
is called. There is an old, decrepit man with a crown sitting on the
throne at the back of the hall. A small man in black robes leans by
him, whispering words of advice in his ear. But Gandalf fears that they
are not words of advice; he thinks they are words of poison. I don't
know anything; the man looks harmless enough for my liking. How wrong I
was. . .
Gandalf is pointing his staff at the
old man, making him shake and cry out. The smaller men has grabbed me
by the throat and is holding me up in the air. Forget what I said about
harmless. This man is like a snake! An evil one, with fangs. A woman
with long blond hair has run into the room and the man is holding her
back from rushing to the old man's aid. I think she is very pretty.
Then, it all stops. All the movement, all the noise, everything. The
old man is getting up from his throne, and something has changed. It seems like he is getting
younger again! His golden hair flows out of his head once more and his
face has less wrinkles. He steps down and turns toward the smaller man
"Grima, drop him."
Grima releases me and I fall to the floor. He sneers and says,
"You would not have me do so if you knew who he was, friend Theoden."
"You are, and never were, my friend since you started filling my head
with poisonous lies, Grima."
He takes Grima by the collar, walks toward the great entrance to the
hall and pushes him out. Grima falls down the steps and pleads with
Theoden to not kill him but Theoden does not listen. His is preparing
to strike when the man that I have been traveling with stops him. Grima
backs away, hops on a horse that is just standing there, and rides
away. I do not know if we will ever see him again.
I have been given a room of my own, one
that is next to the Lady Eowyn's. Yes, that's her name, Eowyn, the lady
with blond hair. I mentioned her to you, reader, in my last letter. I
still think she is pretty. She is very caring and she understands me.
She has come into my room now, and I am talking with her.
"Peregrin, what are you writing there?"
"Nothing, my lady. Just. . . . stuff."
"Oh, I see, they're love letters. To your beloved."
I blush and sit down on my bed.
"I have no love, Eowyn. I never learned to love."
She comes over and sits by me.
"Oh, Peregrin, everyone knows how to love. It's just a matter of
finding the right person."
"Maybe. Maybe, If they had been living here, in Edoras, or The Shire,
but where I lived, people had no love. I guess they never found it.
Orcs don't know how to love. Nazgul don't know how to love, even the
Witch-King has no love inside him. And me? I'm just the same as them."
"No, you are different. Just because you didn't grow up in a wonderful
place doesn't mean that you don't know how to love. You loved your
homeland, didn't you?"
I nodded my head yes.
"See? You have found love, even in the most unlikeliest places. Now,
let's go and see if they have something ready in the kitchens. I'm
hungry, and I'm sure you need something substantial in your stomach."
I follow her out the door, my heart warmed and my stomach hungry.
am back. It has been, oh, I don't know how long since I have seen
Eowyn! I am back where it all started. My tower, only with one orc now.
Gristle is gone. I am back in my lonely tower, full of memories. And
love. But let me back up and tell you how I came to be here again. . .
We set out on a long journey to a place called Helm's Deep. I am on the
back of Eowyn's horse. Thankfully, I am not on the dwarf's horse,
because he just fell off. There are probably a million other people
from Edoras who came with us. I overheard Theoden talking with Aragorn(
the man that I traveled with) and he said that we will be arriving in
about an hour. The elf is at the head of our large group, scanning the
horizon for enemies. Gandalf is not with us. Aragorn said that he had
important business to attend to and he will be returning in five days
"WARGS!" shouted the elf from the head of the group.
The people around me scream and run away, the captains desperately
trying to direct them where to go. Aragorn, the elf, the dwarf and
Theoden plunge into the fight of the oncoming wargs. I follow and draw
my sword, trying to be brave.
It is madness all around me as I fight the wargs and orcs around me.
They seem to all be gravitating toward me! I slash madly at an orc's
head but he ducks and grabs me by the shirt, throws me onto his warg's
back and starts riding away from
the fight, towards the woods. In about a moment or two, I am captured
by an orc!
orc and I arrived where it all began. All the misery, all the hatred
and all the gloom surrounds me as I step over the threshold of the
entrance to my tower. I want to forget all the things I have
experienced, all the things I learned and become who I once was,
someone with no past and no future. But something inside me says I
can't let go of who I became over these long months. Something says
that I have a task, and I must see it through. . .
The orc locks the door behind us and then shoves me into a corner. I am
sitting there shivering, on my last piece of paper. Yes, reader, this
is my last letter to you. This is where it will end, whatever the
I am sorry, reader. I'm afraid I fell asleep while writing. I am so
tired. . .
I heard voices in my head last night. When I fell asleep, I mean; I no
longer know if it is day or night, everything is the same. Those
voices, they sounded like the Lady of the Golden Wood. Lothlorien. They
spoke to me, comforting me.
"Peregrin. . . "
"Peregrin. . . "
"Come to us, child. . . . "
"You are no longer who you once were. . . ."
"Listen, and you will hear us. . . . ."
"Hear us. . . "
The voices surround me like a
blanket. I do not try to drive them off.
"Take this knowledge. . . . . "
"Use it well. . . ."
At this, I begin to hear phrases in a
foreign language, one that I have heard before. Then they say,
"Use it well. . . "
"Your task approaches. . . . . "
"Do not forget us. . . . "
"You are no longer who you once were. . . . . . ."
The voices drift away and I fall into
a wonderful, dreamless sleep.
"In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in the spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie. . . . ."
I wake up at the sound of the unknown voice weaving it's singing voice
through the musty air of the tower. For a second I hear another voice,
joining in with the first, but perhaps it was only an echo.
I am carefully watching the door to my tower, as there seems to be
someone banging on it. The orc is no where to be seen. I back away as
the door crashes down, smashing my piece of charcoal that I wrote with.
A small figure, just the same height as me, stands on top of the door.
I say the first sentence that pops into my mind.
"You owe me a new piece of charcoal."
He digs something from his pack and throws it at me. I catch it
swiftly, and from the feel I know it to be a piece of charcoal. He
turns to leave, but I beg him not to go.
"I have a task, and I must see it through." says he.
"Wait!" I say. "What's your name?"
"Sam. And yours?
"Peregrin. Peregrin Took. Erm, thanks for the charcoal."
"Your welcome. Goodbye, Pip, er, Peregrin."
"Goodbye, Sam. Hope to see you again soon."
He shrugs and goes out the door. I sit down on the cold floor, my new
piece of charcoal in hand, full of hope for the future. I had met
I have just returned from a meeting with the Witch-King. He says that I
have a task to do tomorrow. I must go with The Mouth, the messenger of
Sauron, to meet my friends before the Black Gate, he says, where they
will most certainly die. But I have faith in my friends, and I believe
they will end this battle, of which I only know that this will be the
fight for Middle-Earth itself. While I was getting shoved into my
armor, phrases and faces just appeared in my mind.
There was Aragorn, getting ready for battle. . .
There was Gandalf, muttering to himself of what he should have done the
day in that little room. . .
There were two hobbits, one was Sam, struggling up Mt. Doom, and a
little creature behind them. . .
There was Eowyn and another hobbit on two beds, their arms wounded. . .
When I saw each of their faces, I knew what to call them, and I knew
what my own real true name was.
Aelfwine Elvea. . .
Enwina Atan. . .
Bronwe athan Harthad*, Harthad Uluithiad** and Trahald. . .
Erda Eket. . .
And me, Aiwee Estel.***
The Mouth is calling me. I must go now. Goodbye, reader. I hope that we
On my way to the Black Gate, I hear a phrase, one that I have heard
"Tulya, talant-hen, tulya. Taeg perian o athan thinna nedna taeg aare."
* Endurance Beyond Hope
** Hope Unquenchable
*** Small Hope
A/N- I named the story The
Fourth Halfling because Peregrin is Pippin who was the one of
the four hobbits who set out on the quest. Just saying if I didn't make