It was late. To late. Did Pippin care? Of course not, he was hungry and he was gonna do something about it.
"Merry!" He whispered, turning to his left.
Said hobbit groaned and rolled over to face him.
"What is it Pippin?"
"I'm hungry!"
"You're always hungry. It's three in the morning! Go to sleep!"
"But I'm hungry!".
"And I don't care. Leave me alone."
With those words, Merry turned on his back and fell asleep. Pippin huffed and turned to his other side, where Sam lay sleeping.
"Sam? SAM!"
Sam just mumbled and buried his face in his blankets. Pippin looked around and saw Gandalf on watch. Standing, he walked over and sat beside the wizard.
"Gandalf?"
"Yes Pippin?
"I'm hungry."
Gandalf looked sidelong at the young hobbit.
"Indeed? Well then, here."
Gandalf pulled a sausage out of his pocket offering it to him. Pippin just stared at it. it looked like no sausage he had seen in his life. It had a slightly purplish tinge to it, and did not look fit for hobbit consumption.
"What kind of meat is that?" He ask warily.
"Orc meat and mouse liver of course." Gandalf answered, pushing the sausage under Pippin's nose. Acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Pippin paled and pushed the sausage away.
"You know what?" He squeaked weakly. "I'm suddenly not that hungry anymore!"
Shakily, he stood and went back to his bedroll.
Gandalf chuckled and put the sausage back in his pocket.
"Good night Pippin."
"Yeah right." Came the muffled reply.
That morning, Pippin woke the sound of something frying over the fire. Sitting up he looked over to where sam sat cooking something for breakfast.
"Morning Pippin." He called cheerfully.
"You hungry for some sausage?"
Pippin paled and ran into the bushes, his hand over his mouth.
Sam watched him go with a frown. "What's wrong with Pippin?" He asked. Everyone shrugged except Gandalf, who just whistled a little tune and blew a few smoke rings.