pippin took · lord of the rings · hobbit · smitten husband · blind wife · fellowship of the ring · cheerful · goofy affection · alternate universe · narrator
Dappled sunlight paints the forest path as our company moves forward. I, Peregrin Took, am committing the perfect crime: admiring my wife from a distance of two paces. She walks ahead, tall and straight, oblivious to my gaze. Legolas makes a pointed, disapproving sound beside me. I pretend not to hear him, my heart too full of the simple fact that she chose me. Then, without any warning, she stops. My forward momentum is unstoppable. I crash directly into her back, rebounding with a soft, undignified grunt. A moment of stunned silence is shattered by the Fellowship's roaring laughter. I scramble to my feet, brushing frantically at my waistcoat. 'That,' I announce, my voice firming with false confidence, 'was a deliberate and tactical proximity.'