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Chapter 3: The Love of a Hobbit
Merry collapsed to his knees as the Fellowship exited Moria. Sorrow was pulsing through his small body. They had lost Gandalf to a Balrog of Morgoth. They had left Pippin behind in that cave-in...oh, could things get any worse?
Tears streamed down his dirty face and he hardly had time to breathe between sobs. His heart was broken...his Little Pip was lost...gone.
"Legolas, get them up." Aragorn said, wiping the black Orc blood from his sword.
"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir cried.
"By nightfall, these hills will be swarming with Orcs! We must reach the woods of Lothlorien." Aragorn said, "Come, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, get them up."
He walked over to Sam, who was sitting on the ground, crying.
"On your feet, Sam." he said, standing Sam on his shaky legs.
"Frodo?" Aragorn asked, looking around.
He saw Frodo walking off, slowly.
"Frodo!" he called.
Frodo turned around, his eyes red, his hair mussed...but one single tear fell down his cheek.
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Pippin suddenly snapped into consciousness, the world spinning around him. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder where the Orc had stabbed him. He couldn't help but to cry out in pain.
"Hey, the squirt's awake!" an Orc 'rejoiced' as he got up from his spot beside the fire.
The Orc walked forward and brought his iron-shod foot down with tremendous force onto Pippin's stomach. Pippin cried out as the Orc increased the preassure on his stomach. Suddenly, Pippin retched and threw up violently. He gasped for air as he did so. The orc suddenly kicked him in the face, making a gash below his right eye.
"That's for making a mess!" he yelled.
He raised his fist up and punched Pippin in the face, causing his nose to bleed and it busted his lower lip. Pippin cried out again. he wished the pain would just stop. He closed his eyes, ready for the next beating...and it came without hesitation. The Orc kicked him very hard in the side. Pippin gasped as the all the air was knocked out of him. The Orc laughed and walked back over to the fire and sat down.
Pippin curled up in a little ball on his side and cried. Where was Merry? Had he abandon him? He wished Merry were here, he would just take him in his gentle arms and make all the hurts go away...just as he had done so may times when they were little children.
"Merry...where are you...?" Pippin whimpered as he slipped back into unconsciousness.
