Well, finally I am updating. Sorry I haven't updated in forever and a day, but my life has been pretty hectic for the last few weeks. I am ditching my homework long enough to write this. So, here goes…
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Merry and the rest of the remaining fellowship had arrived in Lothlorien late last night. After speaking with Galadriel, they were taken to a place to sleep. Merry remained silent through all this. He kept his head down and did nothing but think of the last time he saw Pippin. Pippin and him were fighting the cave troll, protecting Frodo. That was it, the last look he got of his small cousin was a look of determination and love. Love for his older cousin, Frodo.
"Merry, come here and eat some food." Sam suggested to Merry, but all Merry did was turn and walk in the opposite direction.
"Now young Meriadoc, you need to eat. Please, just try something for me." Aragorn told him.
"I am not a young as Pippin wa…" Merry started to whisper in a barely audible voice, but stopped to choke back a sob.
"Oh Mr. Merry. It'll be alright." Sam tried to reassure him.
Both Merry and Frodo had lost someone very close to him. Gandolf was more than a wizard to Frodo. He was a very close friend. Frodo looked up to Gandolf. He was the leader of the fellowship, they were all lost without him, but Frodo not only lost a leader, he lost a friend. Merry, on the other hand, was feeling a deeper loss. Pippin was his very close cousin. They did everything together. Pippin was more than his best friend, he was a brother. Merry felt lost without him. Everything was depressing without Pippin's cheery voice ringing in his ears. Nothing would ever be the same again.
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Pippin woke to find himself surrounded by hundreds of nasty orcs. He felt dizzy and sick. The stench coming off the vile creatures was nauseating, and to top that off, he head felt like it was going to explode. His shoulder and arm was a nothing but a searing hot pain on his cold, frozen body. It was night out and he had been stripped of his cloak, shirt and scarf. All he had was his trousers, and those weren't keeping him very warm at all. Everything was making him sick, and he couldn't contain it any longer. Pippin rolled onto his side and began to vomit. He tried not to, but he couldn't help himself. He knew once the orcs realized he was awake, he would get his share of trouble.
"Look! It is awake!" Lukuck yelled, drawing attention to Pippin, who, by then had stopped vomiting and was now gasping for breath.
"Here is your punishment for making a mess" An orc yelled, just before it placed it's foot in Pippin's gut.
"Uhhh…" Pippin moaned, only getting himself a few more kicks in the stomach and one in his face, causing a deep gash to form below his left eye, on his cheek.
"Stay quiet, you filth!" Lukuck yelled at him, delivering one final kick to Pippin's face, splitting his lip open.
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That is it for now. I know it was short and kind of cheesy, but I really have to get back to my homework. If I get anymore bad grades my dad won't let me go to an out of state college…May the Force be with you ~ Luke Skywalker