One day Peppy received a letter from his elven minstrel trainer in Rivendell, the one that healed him in his childhood and who had remained a friend for life. It was this time in his life again, it read, that he was deemed good enough to receive more training. Usually Peppy then went to the most nearby minstrel with a training licence, but this letter urged him to come to the Grand Master of Minstrels himself.
Peppy had learned that for a hobbit it is no use to try and fathom the deeper meanings of elf thought, so he packed for the long journey from Bramblebury to Rivendell.
After crossing the Brandywine, he halted his pony and looked back to the Shire. He could see the house in Stock were he and his sister grew up, peacefully and care free. Until that dreadful day that the news of their parents accident and death was told to them. He had dealt with that loss and that deep sorrow, not alone, but with the aid of the healers in Rivendell.
Peppy looked further, more east into the Shire. There was a new loss that he had to bear, almost as big as the loss of his parents and again it would not be easy. It was like a fist clasped his heart, keeping it from beating freely, a great pain right there in his chest. He missed her so much!
With eyes filling with tears, Peppy finally turned his pony and set out on his long journey. In Bree town he took time to ask around on behalf of his cousin Byco. He was directed to Staddle, where he hoped to find more information there that could help his friend and cousin. Unfortunately Peppy could find no clues in Staddle either.
Then a long dusty jouney through the Lonelands.. uneventful and dull. Peppy's mind kept thinking about what had happened but also about how he could ever go on with his life. One thing he knew for certain: there would only be one lass in his life, only one special lass. No one could replace what she had meant to him and still did. The tragedy of the loss of their son burdened him down even more, almost to the point that he contemplated just sitting down in the Lonelands desert. He felt useless, nothing more then Warg fodder. Let them come and get me!
Suddenly he jumped up from his lethargy. He thought he had distinctly heard a tiny voice say "No, Daddy!". Peppy was confused. What was that? Was he hallucinating in the burning Lonelands sun? But he could not forget the tiny voice. And he decided to continue his journey.
Entering the Trollshaws, Peppy had to be alert. The wildlife here could be vicious and ther was allways the danger of a patrolling troll. Peppy chuckled at those words: "a patrolling troll.. a patroll!". After a tedious journey, where he had to fight for his life more then once, Peppy finally reached his destination. From the top of the mountains he enjoyed the view and the tranquillity of Imladris. A light fell upon him as he continued and his mind came to rest. He stopped at the last Homely Home where he carefully stashed weapons and shield into his saddlebags. He had always thought of it as sacrilege to bring weapons into this special place.
He happily greeted Grand Master Belginn who was waiting for him at the front gates, like he always did when Peppy came to visit him. They walked inside and the splendor of the big Hall impressed Peppy like it did every time. He was led upstairs and then to a pair of big doors. "Best wait out there, Master Peppy."
He passed the big doors and found himself on a beautiful balcony, overlooking a pair of waterfalls. The sound of the cascading water numbed his senses at first, but when he had gotten used to it it was quite relaxing.
Peppy took out his harp and played. He tried not to play just sad tunes and started to play a lively reel. His fingers did the work, but his mind was not with it. He went back to playing music that was in his mind, half improvising as he played along.
But then the doors swung open again and Peppy turned towards them..
It was her! Dressed in black attire, her hair longer and hanging loose. For a moment he could not believe his eyes, but the tiny voice was there again: "Mommy!"
With eyes overrunning with tears, he held Amorey in his arms again. This time he would never let go anymore.
