Sorry for the long break in chapters, but I got the flu real bad, then pneumenitis, then I had a lot of make-up work to do and everything else, so finally, here is the next chapter…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn had spent some time over the net few days talking with some elves. He never disclosed any of the information with the rest of the fellowship, or so Merry thought. On January 25, Merry got the worst news of his life. It had been little over a week since the day he lost Pippin. Aragorn came over with the rest of the remaining fellowship behind him. He was sitting alone at the base of a tree, which he did often since arriving in Lothlorien. Aragorn carefully approached him and placed his hand on Merry's knee.
"Merry, I have something to tell you. The rest I just got dome telling," he said glancing to the six who stood behind him. "I regret to tell you this, but the elves that have been looking for Pippin," he paused to gather his thoughts, "they found some of his clothing, which had blood on it." At this Aragorn stopped and waited a few moments to let Merry digest the news that was just delivered to him.
"Merry, also Pippin's scarf was found. I thought you might want to have it." Aragorn added, looking back at Legolas, who held the small scarf in his hands.
"He isn't dead, I know he isn't" Merry whispered.
"We would all want that Merry, but…" Boromir began, only to be stopped by Merry running between him to Legolas.
"I would very much like to have that scarf, Pippin will be wanting it when I find him." Merry told him, very politely.
"Merry, I don't want to see you…" Boromir started, to only be interrupted by Merry again.
"I will find Pippin, or he will find me, either way we will be together. I know he hasn't forgot about me, or quite thinking about me. He knows I am alive and I know he is too. Everything will be the same again!" Merry shouted, before storming off to find another place to sit and think.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Pippin had been thinking a lot, just not about Merry. He was thinking more of the arrow that was still imbedded in his shoulder, and of the pain that it caused. He didn't know for sure, but he knew that there had to be something on the tip of the arrow that made his flesh feel like it was on fire. If he moved, it only got worse. When the orcs had been kicking him, The arrow got jostled around and was now bleeding again. On top of this his face felt as if it were shattered. The metal boots the orcs wore weren't to pretty, but they messed up his face pretty good. The cut on his cheek was still bleeding a little, but before, it had been bleeding profusely. With laying in the dirt on the ground, his wounds were sure to be infected by now.
As Pippin lay bleeding, his mind went back to Merry. How he hoped Merry was alright. Never would he want anything happen to Merry, his dear cousin. Just before Pippin slipped into the darkness, he made one last promise to Merry…
**Merry, wherever you are, I will never forget you and I will never let you come to the same fate as me. I will always be there for you…**
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That was another pathetic chapter, but I still have homework, and I need to study for my Anatomy practical on all the bones of the body…who hoo!!! Until I get around to the next chapter, May the Force be with you ~ Luke Skywalker