Title: All Shall Fade
Author: Clare
Author's Email: jctgal02@hotmail.com
Website: www.angelfire.com/rings/wildcat
Pairings: Denethor/Pippin, Pippin/Faramir, slight 
Denethor/Faramir
Rating: R
Warnings: rape, self-abuse/suicide attempt
Summary: Pippin looses all hope
Betas: Alright, this is a long list...at first I couldn't 
find any betas, then I was flooded with tons...some helped 
with grammar, others plot...just bear with me because they 
are all wonderful wonderful people who contributed so much 
to this story! MDBfan, Niamh, Claudielf, Connie, Miss 
Kitty, Gracie, Nikki, Marta and of course, the lovely 
Rachel, who has helped me time and time again- thanks luv!
A/N: This is for the December/January Archivist Challenge 
where the theme was to write a story based on a scene or 
idea from the Return of the King movie. I have never 
written anything other than pg, sam/frodo before, but felt 
compelled to ellaborate on the Pippin/Denethor/Faramir 
story-line.
A/N 2: My apologies to fans of the book's Denethor. As some 
of my betas pointed out to me, this is very unlike the 
book!verse Denethor. The Denethor in this story is solely 
based on the movie!verse one, as the challenge was to base 
it on a movie scene.

Enjoy!!!

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All Shall Fade...

	Pippin couldn't sleep. Thoughts swam through his 
head, keeping his mind from the comforts of sleep. Merry 
was no longer with him, and Pippin was now in the Gondorian 
army. But that was not what worried him. Gandalf asked 
Faramir to tell him everything about Frodo's plan, but he 
would not allow Pippin to stay and listen. The worry on 
Gandalf's face when Faramir had said "Cirith Ungol" had 
left Pippin feeling uneasy.

'There never was much hope...just a fool's hope...'

	He had stood at the door and tried to listen to what 
Gandalf and Faramir were discussing. The tension was thick 
and the deep halls echoed their voices, but the doors 
concealed what had been said. Pippin pounded the wall in 
frustration of his own and headed back to his room where he 
now lay.

	He heard Gandalf's bedclothes rustle and shifted to 
see him getting out of bed and silently leaving the room. 
He thought to call after him, but remembered that he had 
been told not to meddle in the affairs of wizards. Looking 
at the palantir had gotten him in this mess; he figured it 
would be best if he just slept. Pippin over onto his other 
side, facing the old and worn stone wall. Sleep would not 
come easily. Finally he heard the door open. Thinking it 
was Gandalf, Pippin rolled over to greet him. He was 
surprised to see it was Denethor.

	"My Lord-" Pippin struggled to get to his feet. 'Now 
is the time' he thought 'We are going to battle' Denethor 
looked down at Pippin. Both stood emotionless, not 
speaking, not giving away thoughts with expressions. Pippin 
waited for Denethor to speak.

	"Blindfold him." Denethor commanded. Pippin did not 
move. He was puzzled. Two men rushed in from the darkness 
and grabbed him. Pippin looked from guard to guard. His 
heart began to pound, 'Do as you're told'

	"My Lord?" Pippin could see him looming above him, 
doing nothing. His stern face never betraying his true 
intentions. Pippin felt the blindfold come down over his 
eyes. He could no longer see and he began to worry.

	"What do you need me to do?" His voice was full of 
doubt. He knew he must obey Denethor, but he could not help 
worrying.

	"My Lord? What are we doing? Where's Gandalf?" 
Questions ran through his mind, "Are we going somewhere?"

	"Be quiet!" a guard yelled. Pippin felt them push 
him out of the door and he began to walk down a cold 
corridor. He could not see where he was going, and fear 
overtook him. His steps grew slow and cautious. He did not 
understand what was happening. Was this his duty?

	"My Lord, why must I be blindfolded? What's 
happening? Are we going to war? My Lord?" Pippin spoke 
faster as his steps became slower. Panic crept up within 
him.

	A guard grabbed his arm and wrenched his body 
forward, commanding, "Walk faster! Hurry up!"

	"Where are we going?" Pippin asked sternly. He 
stopped walking, but a guard grabbed his arm again and 
began pulling him. His feet could not catch up, and they 
began to drag him.

	Panic consumed him. "Stop it! Where are we going! 
Stop it! You're hurting me!" The guard's grip tightened. 
Pippin tried to pull his arms out of his grip. The guard 
just pulled him harder. He began to kick his legs.

	"Gandalf! Gandalf, help me!" Pippin screamed. He 
caught his footing and began to pull himself in the other 
direction. The guard yanked him forward.

	"He's taking too long, my lord," a voice came from 
behind him. "If he continues this way, we shall be seen."

	"Carry him," Denethor commanded. The men tried to 
pick up Pippin, but he kicked and screamed. He twisted and 
turned so they could not grip him.

	"He struggles, Lord Denethor."

	"Must I do it all myself?" Denethor replied, 
irritated. Pippin heard his footsteps approaching. He felt 
something knock him on the head. A wave of pain washed over 
him, and he felt himself begin to fall. He blacked out and 
never felt himself hit the ground.

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	Pippin stood in the middle of a huge hall. It was 
dark, and his cheeks burned from the cold wind gushing 
through it. He saw a light at the end and began walking 
towards it. He turned to his left, and there stood Frodo. 
Pippin stopped and tried to open his mouth, but no words 
came out. A great shadow came over Frodo, and Pippin tried 
to scream to warn him. But Frodo fell. Sam came up behind 
Frodo and caught him before his limp body hit the ground. 
Pippin tried to run over and help them, but his feet 
wouldn't move. The shadow hovered over the unsuspecting 
Sam, who held Frodo in his arms.

	Pippin continued forward. He turned to see if they 
were all right, but all that was behind him was darkness. 
It was thick and heavy. He could not see through it. He 
felt someone grab his arm. He turned quickly to see 
Boromir. Boromir, who had loved him and Merry so deeply. 
Boromir, who had saved them, stood now before him. As he 
looked closer he saw that it was not Boromir, but Faramir. 
Faramir stood with a warm smile, and for a moment, Pippin 
felt comforted. He felt something fly past his head and 
before he knew it, Faramir had a twisted look of pain on 
his face. An arrow had shot him right in the chest. 
Pippin's heart skipped as he remembered the familiar look 
on Boromir's face.

	He felt compelled to continue walking. He turned and 
saw Merry, in full armor, next to him. He smiled and went 
to embrace his friend. Merry frowned and stepped away. 
Pippin's heart fell as he saw a shadow come over Merry. 
Merry looked up and saw something begin to fall towards 
him. Pippin was paralyzed; he wanted to push him out of the 
way but neither could move. Pippin closed his eyes and 
flinched as he saw a great mass fall on Merry.

	When he opened his eyes he was at the end of a dim 
hall. He could see a light shining for a little ways away 
and ran towards it. As he got nearer the light suddenly 
turned blood red. Pippin was taken aback. He felt someone 
grab his hand. He turned around to see Denethor. 
Instinctively, he bowed to the steward, but Denethor 
grabbed his hair and threw him to the ground.

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	Upon regaining consciousness, he found himself laid 
in an unfamiliar bed. It was large and the blankets were 
fur. His head was throbbing in pain. He suddenly remembered 
what had happened. He sat straight up and began to panic.

	"Gandalf?" Nobody answered. He heard someone enter 
the room. It was Denethor. He was carrying a tray with two 
glasses on it.

	"You'll have to forgive me for earlier. You put up 
quite a fight," Denethor chuckled. He sat on the bed. "How 
is your head?"

	"A little sore," Pippin rubbed the bump. Denethor 
offered him a glass. Pippin sipped it quietly, before 
setting it onto the table next to them.

	He looked around the room, "Where are we, my lord?"

	"This is where Boromir used to stay. I understand 
you were fond of him." Pippin bit his lip. He did not now 
how to respond. He simply nodded.

	"Well this is why you pledged your fealty to me, is 
it not?"

	"I pledged my fealty to Gondor," Pippin replied. The 
tension was thick and neither spoke.

	"Are you prepared to do whatever you must for 
Gondor, Master Peregrin?" Denethor broke the silence.

	Pippin hesitated. Then Gandalf's words rang in his 
head: 'You're in the service of Gondor now. You will do 
what you are told.'

	"Yes I am," Pippin said softly. He did not like the 
idea of dying in battle. The images of Merry and Faramir 
from his dream flashed through his mind. He flinched as 
Denethor's hand cupped his face.

	"I award bravery such as yours, Peregrin Took," 
Denethor pulled Pippin's face closer to his. Pippin felt 
the blood in his veins run cold. Denethor leaned in. 
Closing his eyes he felt Denethor's lips kiss his own. He 
pulled back.

	"What are you doing?" Pippin asked, perhaps a little 
harsher than he should have. Denethor's face looked hurt 
briefly, before it grew compassionate.

	"I am rewarding you for that which is honorable. You 
have been very brave, young hobbit. You are very 
courageous. Courageous and beautiful, Master Peregrin."

	Then it occurred to Pippin what Denethor meant to 
do. He looked around. A room people would not think to look 
in. A large bed and only one door, which was most likely 
guarded. Pippin pulled the covers up to his shoulders.

	"Don't be shy, young halfling."

	"You think to reward honor with that which is 
dishonorable?" Pippin hissed. Denethor's look turned 
callous and bitter. He walked over to Pippin and grabbed 
his face, squeezing his cheeks in a hard grip, rage plain 
in his eyes

	"You dare to assume that Shire-folk know more of 
honor than the Steward of Gondor?!"

	"You know nothing of honor. You will not even bow to 
the true king!" Pippin spat out, immediately wishing he 
could suck the words back in.  He felt his heart sink, his 
stomach churn, and he pulled the blanket up to his mouth. 
Denethor stomped over to a drawer and pulled out a few 
pieces of rope. Pippin's eyes grew wide with fear. 
Denethor's eyes were full of rage. Pippin had never felt so 
small. He shrank back as Denethor pounced on top of him.

	Pippin began to struggle, but Denethor was too 
strong. He turned Pippin over and tied his arms to the 
metal bed posts. Pippin kicked out at Denethor, catching 
him in the jaw. Blood began to trickle from Denethor's lip. 
He grabbed Pippin's legs and tied his feet to the posts at 
the bottom of the bed.

	Pippin tried to scream, but Denethor shoved the 
hobbit's face into the bed. He could not breathe. He grew 
light-headed as Denethor smothered him. Then the man let 
go. Pippin felt the air rush back into his system. Denethor 
got off of him. He was relieved until he climbed back onto 
the bed. Pippin felt a blade slicing through his shirt and 
pants and then greedy hands tearing them off. Then, perhaps 
most frightening of all, he heard the rustle of the steward 
disrobing.

	Pippin felt himself flush. He never thought that 
pledging his allegiance to Boromir's father meant he would 
be burdened with such shame as this. A cool breeze blew 
across his back causing his hair to stand on end. He felt 
Denethor's cold, harsh hands running up his leg, across his 
buttocks and his back. He felt kisses being planted down 
his spine. He shuddered at the thought of what was 
happening, and his breathing hitched.

	"Help me! Please!" he screamed as loud as he could, 
although, he knew in his heart no one would hear him. 
Denethor laughed and slapped Pippin across his backside to 
prove a point. Pippin arched his back in pain. He began to 
cry and whisper pleas to anyone who would listen.

	"Please...someone help...stop him..." Pippin felt 
hot tears running down his cheeks.

	"Why are you crying, my love? I have not given you 
cause to weep. Do you want a reason to cry?" Out of the 
corner of his eye Pippin saw the man's hand fumble through 
a bed-side drawer and pull out some kind of lubricant. 
Pippin's breath came in short, rough gasps. He knew what 
was going to happen. As he lay there he knew he would be 
stricken with immense pain, yet could do nothing to stop 
it. He closed his eyes and waited for it to come. He tried 
to focus on something other than his pain. He heard noises 
coming from outside the door. He could hear yelling, 
although he could not distinguish what they were saying. He 
heard the door swing open.

	"Father?" Pippin recognized the voice, "Father! What 
are you doing! Let him go!"

	The halfling turned his head as best he could to see 
what was happening. Faramir ran forward, in an attempt to 
stop Denethor.

	"Faramir, if you were wise you would leave and 
forget this," Denethor said calmly, rubbing the oils on 
himself. He was erect and eager to continue.

	Faramir's face grew disgusted, "Father...leave 
Pippin be. This isn't going to prove anything. It will only 
reinforce the fact that you have no valour," Faramir 
struggled to finish, "...that you are not half the man that 
Aragorn could be."

	Denethor backhanded Faramir, who fell against a 
cabinet. He pulled himself back up and touched the blood 
running from his nose in shock. His father had never struck 
him like this, even as a child. To have it happen for the 
first time over a matter such as this… That thought caused 
such an ache in his heart and blow to his spirit that he 
stood frozen, his eyes locked on the blood that still 
stained his fingers. He vaguely heard Denethor call for the 
guards but could not bring himself to move.

	The guards immediately marched in, but stopped short 
after seeing the awkward state of the bedroom. Denethor 
commanded them to tie up Faramir and they hesitated. 
Denethor glared at them with eyes of fury and they 
complied, leaving him stood in the corner, for fear of 
Denethor's wrath. They then promptly left and continued to 
guard the door. Denethor walked over to Faramir and stood 
face to face with him. Faramir saw his father's face, but 
did not know the stranger who wore it.


	"I see now that you would betray me; betray our 
family. *You* do not know the meaning of valour." Denethor 
hissed, then spat in his son's face. Faramir didn't flinch, 
his look remained stern.

	Denethor's attention quickly went back to the now-
shaking Pippin, who buried his face in the bed. He felt 
Denethor climb on top of him. He felt him caress his 
backside and rub the oils inside and out. His hands were 
rough and cold. Pippin bit the pillow. He wanted so much to 
be home, in the Shire, with Merry.

	He felt harsh hands spread him apart. He held his 
breath, and Denethor entered him. His body screamed. He was 
paralyzed with pain. He felt as if he were on fire. 
Thoughts of wriggling free almost overwhelmed him but he 
knew that doing so would only cause more pain. He held his 
breath and allowed Denethor to continue. He began to 
succumb to the pain. Turning his head, his eyes locked on 
Faramir's, and he could see the compassion in the man's 
eyes. He saw Faramir mouth 'hold on', but the agony was too 
much for his small body. He bit his lip, tasting blood, 
then he saw and felt no more. Forcing his body's need to 
escape down he held his breath and 'allowed' Denethor to 
continue.

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	"Let me go! Let me go!" Pippin wailed, as Faramir 
held him in his arms.

	"Pippin. Pippin, it's all right. You're safe now. 
I've got you..." Faramir wiped the sweat off of Pippin's 
brow. He opened his eyes to find that he was in his bright, 
sunny, bedroom. Denethor was nowhere in sight, only the 
smiling face he knew as Faramir.

	"What...what happened?" Pippin started to sit up. A 
sharp pain shot up through him. He scooted over and looked 
at the bed sheet. It was stained with blood from where he 
had been lying.

	"I'll clean that up," Faramir replied, getting new 
bedclothes out of his drawer. "You are in your own room. It 
is safe here." He sat down on the bed and looked Pippin in 
the eyes. "I am sorry for what he did. I cannot control his 
actions. If you wish, I will tell Gandalf, but as long as I 
live, I will make sure my father does not lay another 
finger on you."

	"How did you know to look in Boromir's room for me?" 
Pippin asked quietly.

	"Honestly, I wasn't looking for you. I often go to 
Boromir's room when I need to feel comforted. He loved me. 
In his eyes I was never a failure. It brings me courage 
when I sit in his room and remember his love. I was going 
to his room, and I saw two guards in front of it. I 
commanded them to let me go in. I didn't expect to see you 
there." Faramir looked out the window.

	"You saved me. Thank you," Pippin whispered. Faramir 
smiled sadly.

	"I did nothing. Do not thank me."

	"Yes, you did. You saved me."

	"I could not stop him from...from hurting you," 
Faramir sighed.

	Pippin was then fully struck with the realization of 
all that had happened. He began to cry. Faramir held Pippin 
in his arms as he fell apart. He was broken. He'd lost his 
innocence. Faramir felt the small body shaking against his. 
He didn't know what to say to him. He cupped Pippin's face 
in his hands.

	"Pippin...you must know...this wasn't your fault," 
Faramir said in a calming tone. "You have no reason to feel 
guilty."

	"I know..." Pippin whimpered. "It is just 
that...nobody expects me to do anything right. They only 
know me as a failure. I had almost proved myself, 
when...*this*..." Pippin bit his lip.

	He couldn't cry anymore. There were no tears left. 
He began shaking again. He flinched as he adjusted himself 
in the bed. It hurt to move. His legs, his bottom, his 
whole body hurt. He looked down at his shoulder to see a 
deep bite mark in his flesh. He shuddered to remember. 
Faramir gently touched the mark.

	"I know that feeling all too well, Pippin." Faramir 
looked at his feet. He felt himself begin to sweat.

	Pippin remembered how Denethor had treated Faramir. 
"You are honorable, whether your father recognizes it or 
not."

	"My successes are overshadowed by my brother..." 
Faramir replied softly. "To my father I was only good for 
one thing."

	Pippin felt his stomach drop. Faramir continued 
quietly, "When my brother would be out defending our 
people, he'd take me to his room and do as he pleased."

	Pippin was shocked. Never in his wildest dreams had 
he imagined that Denethor would do that to his own son.

	Faramir and Pippin spent the rest of the morning 
together. They talked about their childhoods, and their 
homes. They talked about how they felt like nobody ever had 
expectations for them. They talked about love and war, 
family and friends. Pippin had never realized how alike he 
and Faramir were. He had only known him a few days, but he 
loved him. Boromir had mentioned him a few times, but 
Pippin never imagined someone as wonderful as this.

	"Pippin, I must go now. It is almost midday, and 
people will grow curious." Faramir got up to leave. Pippin 
grabbed his arm.

	"Will you come back to me?" Pippin's eyes were wide.

	"Pippin..." Faramir sighed, sitting down next to 
him. On impulse Pippin leaned in and kissed the man. They 
both sat back in shock. Both had felt the connection, but 
neither had wanted to act on it.

	Faramir leaned in again and kissed Pippin. He felt 
Faramir's tongue exploring his mouth. All the pain he had 
in his mind now faded from existence. His memory was hazy. 
Faramir released his grip on Pippin and stood up. Pippin 
smiled, almost as if he were drunk. Faramir grinned wider 
than Pippin had ever seen him grin before. Faramir took 
Pippin's small hand in his.

	"I must go. My father needs someone to take back 
Osgiliath. I am the man to do it."

	Faramir smiled softly. Pippin's heart stopped. That 
was the face that had haunted his dream. In the 
dream...Denethor had hurt him... In the dream...Faramir had 
fallen... Pippin could not breathe. He didn't know what to 
say. Upon seeing the alarmed expression on his face, 
Faramir sat down.

	"What's wrong, Pippin?" Faramir brushed Pippin's 
hair out of his eyes.

	"I...I just don't want you to leave...you cannot 
leave me..." Pippin whispered, holding back tears.

	"I must go..." Faramir licked his lips. He tried to 
think of the right words to say. But he had none that would 
reassure that he might come back because they both felt, in 
truth, that he would not.

	"No..." Pippin sobbed. Faramir grabbed Pippin's hand 
and held it for a moment, before he got up and left the 
room.

	Pippin sat, weeping for Faramir. Weeping for 
Frodo...and Sam...and Merry...and Boromir. Everything was 
going wrong. His dream was coming true. Merry would fall. 
Frodo would fall. Faramir would fall, and he himself would 
be left in shame. He had no reason to live anymore. All 
that was good, all that he loved, would be gone. He had 
been so young and naive. So innocent. Now he was exposed. 
He now knew the world for the wretched place it was.

	He slowly walked over to Faramir's drawer. Finding a 
mirror he flung it to the floor and watched as it 
shattered. Shattered like his life now was. He slid to the 
ground and picked up the sharpest piece. Bracing himself he 
dug into his wrist. He had hit a vein. It began to throb as 
thick blood oozed from the cut. He felt a tear sting his 
eye. He grabbed the cut and gasped. The blood was gushing 
rapidly, and Pippin began to grow faint. He heard the door 
begin to open and looked up just in time to see a surprised 
Gandalf enter.

	"Pippin!" Gandalf ran over to him. "Peregrin Took, 
what on earth are you doing!" Gandalf grabbed the sharp 
glass from him. Pippin's eyes grew heavy.

	"Gandalf?" Pippin squinted. He blinked slowly. 
Gandalf caught him just before he went limp and hit the 
ground. Gandalf placed him in the bed. He wrapped up 
Pippin's wrist and spoke prayers of healing over him. 
Pippin's eyes opened slowly. But before Gandalf could get a 
word in, he grew hysterical.

	"He is leaving, Gandalf...he's going to 
Osgiliath..." Pippin sobbed. "I had a dream, Gandalf. I saw 
four things in my dream. Frodo was overtaken by a shadow, 
Merry was killed in battle, Faramir fell and..." Pippin 
could not bring himself to tell Gandalf of Denethor. In 
Gandalf's mind he was already nothing but a disappointment. 
"It came true, Gandalf. And Frodo...he is sure to 
fall...you said that there was no hope. There is no hope, 
Gandalf. It will all fall to pieces! I will fail! I will 
never be anything. They will die in honor and I will be the 
failure who was good for nothing! I will die in shame!"

	Gandalf's hand shot over Pippin's mouth. "Be still, 
Peregrin. There is always hope. And doing this," Gandalf 
motioned towards his wrist, "will not bring you honor. You 
are not done in this tale, young Pippin. You have yet to 
show your courage, and there is no doubt in my mind that 
you will. As for Faramir, he believes he is showing courage 
by doing this. He is blinded by his father's words."

	"But Gandalf..." Pippin settled down, "I don't want 
him to leave..." Gandalf then fully understood. Pippin 
loved Faramir. It was the same love that Pippin had felt 
for Boromir. Gandalf had sensed it then, and he felt it 
again now.

	Pippin wiped his nose on his sleeve and spoke sadly, 
"My mother used to always tell me that if I were to only do 
one thing in my life it should be to hold on to the ones I 
love. I let Frodo and Sam leave. I lost Boromir, and I 
might lose Merry. I don't want to lose Faramir too."


	"Those are the consequences of war, Pippin. Not all 
is as simple as we'd like it to be..." Gandalf looked into 
Pippin's eyes. "You lost no one Pippin. Boromir loved you 
so much he died for you. And though it sometimes seems 
unlikely, you very well may see Frodo, Sam, Merry and 
Faramir again. There is always hope."

	Comforted by Gandalf's words, Pippin lay back on the 
bed and closed his eyes. Gandalf gently ran his fingers 
over the closed eyelids. "Go back to sleep, Pippin, I will 
wake you when the time comes." Pippin gently dozed off into 
a sweet slumber. No nightmares would haunt his dreams that 
night.

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	As much as Gandalf had comforted Pippin with his 
words, Pippin had frightened Gandalf with his. Pippin's 
dream foretold of failure and death. Frodo and Sam were out 
of his hands, but as for Faramir, Gandalf could still stop 
him.

	The Istari ran out to the streets of Minas Tirith to 
see Faramir and his men riding off to Osgiliath. Flowers 
were scattered across the ground, and women wept for the 
men they loved.

	Gandalf yelled after him, "Faramir! Stay! Your 
father's will has to turned to madness!"

	Faramir turned to him. "Where does my allegiance lie 
if not here?" he replied bitterly. Gandalf ran over to 
Faramir. He could see the fear in his eyes. Faramir did not 
want to leave.

	"Stay for Pippin." Gandalf pleaded. Faramir paused. 
He pursed his lips together to hold back tears. One small 
drop escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheek. His bottom 
lip began to quiver. He placed his hand over his mouth and 
closed his eyes. He regained his composure and turned to 
the old wizard.

	"Send him my love," he whispered. And with that, he 
rode away.

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	He was gone. Faramir had left him.

	"Hold on to the ones you love, Peregrin Took, hold 
on."

	Faramir had gone to Osgiliath, never to return. 
Pippin stood in the great hall. Denethor sat at his table, 
feasting on his food. Pippin was utterly disgusted by the 
man before him. Faramir had promised to protect him from 
his father, but now Faramir was gone, and Pippin was alone 
with him. A chill was raced his spine. Denethor turned to 
him but Pippin could not look him in the eyes. He had to 
stare at the floor.

	"Can you sing, master hobbit?" Pippin was taken 
aback by the odd question.

	"Well...yes, I suppose...at least well enough for my 
own people...but we have no songs for great halls and," 
Pippin paused, glaring at Denethor, "evil times..."

	"And why should your songs be unfit for my halls?" 
Denethor grumbled, stuffing food in his mouth. Pippin 
swallowed hard. "Come, sing me a song"

	Pippin held back his tears. He grabbed his aching 
wrist and thought of Faramir. How could a man so beautiful 
come from such a beast? Denethor continued to shove the 
food messily into his mouth. Pippin took a deep breath and 
sang as best as he could without breaking down.

	"Home is behind...the world ahead
	there are many paths to tread...
	through shadow, to the edge of night
	until the stars are all alight
	mist and shadow, cloud and shade
	all shall fade...
	all shall fade..."