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Just something that came to mind. Hope you enjoy.
Lullaby
Pippin had always loved the sound of his flute. Loved how it could be coaxed into the sweetest of lullabies, or fill the night with a jig that had even Lobellia tapping her foot.
Now, sitting his watch on a boulder with his back to his companions, he softly played the notes of a song he had learned long, long ago. A lullaby Merry had used to play for him when he was fauntling, and had always soothed him from troubled dreams.
He could hear Aragorn, closest to him, shift in his sleep and sigh deeply, could hear Gimli's deep snores and Boromir's less emphatic ones playing counterpoint. Off to the right, where his cousins and Sam slept huddled together like so many puppies, the soft sighs and sniffles told of deep sleep untroubled by dreams.
He contined to play, enjoying the small smile that played about Legolas' lips, never loosing his edge as he watched for danger, but letting the musice sweep away the fear that seemed to always hover.
In a little hollow well hidden from the Hobbit's sharp eyes, Gollum curled up amongst the pine needles and dirt. Dreams of sunlight and trees, of a small boat drifting lazily upon slow currents, filled his mind. And the soft echo of a luagh that had died long ago.
Lullaby
Pippin had always loved the sound of his flute. Loved how it could be coaxed into the sweetest of lullabies, or fill the night with a jig that had even Lobellia tapping her foot.
Now, sitting his watch on a boulder with his back to his companions, he softly played the notes of a song he had learned long, long ago. A lullaby Merry had used to play for him when he was fauntling, and had always soothed him from troubled dreams.
He could hear Aragorn, closest to him, shift in his sleep and sigh deeply, could hear Gimli's deep snores and Boromir's less emphatic ones playing counterpoint. Off to the right, where his cousins and Sam slept huddled together like so many puppies, the soft sighs and sniffles told of deep sleep untroubled by dreams.
He contined to play, enjoying the small smile that played about Legolas' lips, never loosing his edge as he watched for danger, but letting the musice sweep away the fear that seemed to always hover.
In a little hollow well hidden from the Hobbit's sharp eyes, Gollum curled up amongst the pine needles and dirt. Dreams of sunlight and trees, of a small boat drifting lazily upon slow currents, filled his mind. And the soft echo of a luagh that had died long ago.
