INBOX.

[pippin]

“I wish Merry was here,” he heard himself saying, and quick thoughts raced through his mind, even as he watched the enemy come charging to the assault. “Well, well, now at any rate I understand poor Denethor a little better. We might die together, Merry and I, and since die we must, why not? Well, as he is not here, I hope he'll find an easier end. But now I must do my best.”

@ took

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[pippin]

Oh! Splendid! I have never met a wizard of green. I shall look forward to seeing you in person, when all this nonsense is over. Or maybe sooner; I doubt I will have much choice in my comings & goings for some time.

[dothelokimotion]

It'll feel like no time has passed at all, I'm sure. I look forward to it as well.

[pippin]

I will try to do my best to represent hobbits when we do. Oh! There I have said it & already I have failed. How terribly rude of me not to introduce myself as well, when I have interrogated you such.

I am Pippin Took, of the Shire, Tookland specifically.

[dothelokimotion]

I am of Asgard, though it is no more.

[pippin]

Oh, that is a terrible loss. One's home can never be replaced. Have you found new lands, or do you wander?

[dothelokimotion]

We haven't found our new home yet.

[ we, as if loki is still a part of that. ]

[pippin]

I knew such a fellow to suffer that fate. A terribly brave sort he was, & surpassingly kind. My cousin wrote a poem for him, which I think was meant to be a comfort & I hope will do you some good. Let me see if I can remember it.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
Old that is strong does not wither,
Deepest roots are not reached by the frost.

From the dark a fire shall be awoken,
From the light a fire shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

[dothelokimotion]

[ this . . . is very hard not to read into. and loki is a master of reading Into Things Too Much. the intent is sweet but all loki can see is a poem that points out his own weaknesses. he has never been king. he is the frost.

carefully, he pushes all of it down. what does it matter? ]

A lovely poem, worthy of praise. I think my brother would appreciate it more than I.

[pippin]

[Pippin, meanwhile, continues to mentally gnaw on the fact that this man is not happy and has not been cheered; he'll have to work on that more, later.]

Oh! Your brother is here? That is very good, to have family. I'm sure he can give you more clever words than I; most can!

[dothelokimotion]

He tries his best. Wordsmithing is not his tool or trade.

[pippin]

Nor mine, I admit! Only my cousins have any skill with it, and only those of the Baggins clan. I am better at asking questions, usually the ones none wish to answer.

[dothelokimotion]

That is a shame. There is great value in asking questions to challenge what we know. Otherwise, we take too much for granted.

[pippin]

You give fair favor to this fool. I admit, my questions are often the bane of learned men. I've often peered into peril, just to know what sort it was, and made much trouble for my friends.

[dothelokimotion]

[ hmm. ]

But your friends don't hold it against you, do they?

[pippin]

Not... most of them.

Those that do, I cannot blame; I caused more than a small bit of bother.

[dothelokimotion]

What did you do?

[pippin]

A great many foolish things. I suppose the worst case was my urge to investigate a great and terrible artifact of which I knew naught, & in doing so aided the Enemy, & put my friends & myself in peril from which only luck saved us.

[dothelokimotion]

[ ah. ]

You fared better than I.

[pippin]

A terrible thing to hear! Are you yet well?

[dothelokimotion]

No. I died. Though I have a habit of doing that.

[pippin]

Yet here you are! Certainly you are a wizard most grand.

[dothelokimotion]

You give me far too much credit.

[pippin]

Why ever wouldn't I?

[dothelokimotion]

[ well TONS of reasons really, but loki doesn't want to get into them. ]

My history is complicated.

[pippin]

All history is so! Even among hobbits.