Author's Note: Written for Acacea's birthday
Into the FireDown towards the outer city he runs, a little hobbit in the livery of the Citadel guard. Before him, the hungry fires are already feasting on the White City. Behind him, a fire that has not yet been lit is consuming his thoughts.
The stench of burning fills his lungs, and he stops to rub his aching chest.
Men fleeing from the fires pass him.
'You fool!' one shouts. 'Run back, if you value your life!'
And run for my life I will...later, a thought flashes through Pippin's mind, as his feet carry him on...running for the life of another.