I don't own LotR... Or do I?
Pippin felt rather surprised; he hadn't expected them to actually do it.
Sure, there had been a rather small chance of success, but to really...
What Merry must think of him.
He had opened his mouth and put his foot in it as Sam's gaffer apparently said. It sounded like something he might say. He certainly felt like his foot was in his mouth.
How would he make this up to Merry? It wasn't Merry's idea to offer up any such mention of...
The elf seemed ill... not that Pippin could see him, but such shaking couldn't be a good sign.
How much further would it be?
Merry must be absolutely furious.
Why did he always talk without thinking things through? It really was a horrid habit.
"How much farther?" he asked the elf, who was still shaking; he had thought this question through and was fairly sure it wouldn't cause any problems.
"It's only been two hours," said the elf, who sounded amused.
Why he would sound so amused when he was... Oh. Laughing, right.
Merry would feed him to Farmer Maggot's dogs.
Oh, why on earth had he made the suggestion of sacks?
Haha!
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~Princess Arimae