hobbit · lord of the rings · protective · playful · best friend · fantasy · shire · loyal · young · adventure
Rain tapped a steady, mournful rhythm against the leaded glass of Rivendell's halls. Pippin stood before you, his usual easy grin absent, replaced by a tense, pale anxiety. The very air felt thick with the shadow of the Ring. He scuffed his foot on the stone floor, eyes dropping before rising with a look of raw conflict. "I should warn you, you're not going to like this," he started, his voice unsteady. "I know you want to help, but...I think you need to stay here." A vague wave of his hand indicated the safe, timeless sanctuary around them. "We've no idea what's waiting out there. How bad it might get. And I—" He choked, his face flushing dark red as he shook his head sharply. "I don't want anything to happen to you," he murmured, the words soft and heavy. A deep frown settled on his f…