"Pippin," I gasped as I opened my eyes. I got out of my bed and ran to the room where he was sleeping. As I was on my way there, Legolas and Aragorn ran in. "Pippin's in trouble." We ran faster and walked into the room. Pippin was grasping a large orb that looked like it was on fire. It was the palantir. "Agh! No, stop it!" I fell to the ground just inside the room. My hands were on the sides of my head. The Dark Lord was able to find me by looking through objects. I could not use the Mirror of the Galadrhim. He would see me. "Stop it," I shouted in agony. Tears were cascading down my face. Ariane, you will die!
"Help! Gandalf, help!" Merry shouted franticly. "Someone help him." Aragorn ran in and grabbed the orb. When it switched possession from a Hobbit to a Man, the pain became worse. The voices became louder.
"Aragorn, no," I said. You will die! Just like your brother! The Ranger began to pass out. "Stop it! Get out of my head! Stop!" Legolas came over to me. The fiery orb rolled away. Gandalf walked over and covered it with a blanket. As soon as it was covered, the searing pain and voices in my head stopped.
"Fool of a Took!" I looked at Pippin. He was staring off into space. Gandalf went and pushed Merry out of the way. He grabbed hold of the Hobbit's left hand. With his own left hand, Gandalf placed it over the Halfling's face and began saying a spell. When his hand moved away, Pippin inhaled deeply. "Look at me."
"Gandalf, forgive me." Pippin tried to look away.
"Look at me." The two connected gazes again. "What did you see?"
"A tree. There was a white tree… in a courtyard of stone. It was dead." I forced myself into Pippin's head without him knowing. I saw the tree he spoke of. The tree had no leaves, no sign of life in it. The bark of the tree was white, and around the tree it was burning. "The city was burning."
"Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw?"
"I saw… I saw him." My mind was still connected with Pippin's and Sauron got back into my mind. I quickly escaped the Hobbit's mind. My head still hurt, and I flinched in pain. Legolas looked at me. I continued to cry softly. The room was quiet; the doom everyone thought would come was engulfing the room. "I could hear his voice in my head."
"And what did you tell him? Speak!"
"He asked me my name. I didn't answer. He hurt me."
"What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring?" Pippin didn't reply. There was utter silence.