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"I'm glad you are here," Keelin said when Legolas replied. "I sent Aragorn to help the dwarf search for the wolfbanes, and I am afriad Master Merry awoke as i was about to re-set the bone in his leg. I need you to hold

him still while i do it."

"Legolas.." Merry whispered hoarsly as he approached. "Legolas don't let them hurt me! They'll take the ring!! They killed him! They killed him...."

"He has a fever that will not break for awhile." Keelin said sadly. "Master Pippin is in a better condition. Now, hold him down, please."

"This will only hurt for a little," Legolas said to Merry as he took hold of his arms.

"On three," Keelin ordered. "One...."

"NO! STOP!!! LEGOLAS DON'T LET THEM! PLEASE DON'T LET THEM!!" Merry

cried.

"Two..." she choked out. "Three!"

There was a SNAP and Merry cried out with such agony Legolas wished he could cover his ears and block the noise. But soon his cries were reduced to whimpers and Keelin was able to fix up his leg with a green-brown paste

made from the caufinolian and tea leaves Legolas had got. As she put the paste on the wound, it smoked and hissed.

"What is that?" Legolas asked, worried.

"It will help to dull the pain, then take away the wound." She replied.

"I have never heard of that kind of magic," Legolas admitted. "Where did you learn it?"

"A place so far away you would never know it even existed," she said, mixing up something else.

"Is it Elven magic?" he asked.

"You would know if it were elven magic-Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood." she said.

"Wait, you know of Mirkwood?" he said, smiling, in an almost thoughtful way.

"Yes." she said simply, pouring the mixture into something bigger.

"Well how?" he asked impatiently. "Did you stay there once?"

"If i had wanted to answered, Legolas, i would have. Now go look after Pippin, i think he is waking," she said.

And sure enough, as soon as Legolas reached him, Pippin's small eyes fluttered open.

"Ah now, I thought Heaven was supposed to be filled with beautiful creatures," he joked, which amounted in a lot of coughing.

"You're funny," Legolas said, a faint smile upon his lips.

"I know." Pippin said weakly.

"Welcome back, Pip." Legolas grinned.

"Aye, and it sure feels good to be out of that demonish hell of Isengard," Pippin admitted. "Did you know that they did not even let us eat first lunch? How inconsiderate!"

"How lucky you are they didn't kill you," Keelin snapped from her position.

"And who are you, may I ask?" Pippin asked.

"The one who's going to save your life, now shut up and drink this," she said, handing him a dark liquid.

"Do I have to?" he groaned.

"yes." She replied. "you have to."

"She may be—ack!—cute but she sure doesn't cook too well," Pippin whispered to Legolas.

"Where is that damn dwarf?!" Keelin cursed loudly.

"I am coming!" a loud voice shouted from far in the woods. Aragorn and Gimli appeared soon, carrying a large bunch of Wolsbane.

"Isn't that poisoness?" Pippin asked.

"I guess we'll just find out, now won't we?" She replied, grinning.

"She's mad," Pippin said to Legolas. "she's incredibly mad!"