Merry fought with himself over what to do. On one hand, he could keep running, get away, and hope Pippin could escape as well. On the other, he knew that there was no way a hobbit could outrun an orc, crafty as they might be, the orc would find his cousin sooner or later. Better to face whatever's going to happen together, thought Merry, and dashed towards the sound of the massive footfalls.
Pippin heard the orc following him, faster and faster. I can't keep running like this. A mad urge to get away raced through Pippin's veins, but he knew it was near impossible to outrun something as huge and as terrible as the creature tearing after him. So much trouble over one little hobbit. He almost laughed at the thought before he let out a shudder at what he might be wanted to urgently for. A bramble licked at Pippin's ankles, and one snagged the hem of his trousers. He desperately tried to shake the opposing thorn free. The iron shod boots came closer, until the sound of crunching leaves and wood rang in his ears. Suddenly, another figure vaulted out from the thicket, none to gracefully, Pippin would later recall. Small fingers worked to undo the catch, before becoming frustrated and ripping the bottom cuff of the trouser leg straight off.
"Well, are you going to budge, or just stand there?' The voice was unmistakably Merry's, whose sarcasm had returned despite the situation.
Pippin ran ahead, and called back to Merry. 'Only waiting for you, Master Brandybuck!'
A/N: Really short, I know. I'll add more later, though! I wanted to get this up since I hadn't updated in so long – I'm not dead, really! Stupid exams are going to kill me though ;) Thanks for reading this; I hope you've enjoyed it so far! There's more to come, I promise!