"Ring bearer, best friend? Bull! As soon as things get rough he leaves
with . . . with . . . with SAM! And as soon as he does that, after we get
CAPTURED for him he forgets all about us! Grrrrrr! And WHY would he go
with SAM?! Yea, so what if he's loyal and can pick out edible plants?! I
didn't see him risking his LIFE for Frodo! And plus we would be much
better company! At least Samwise came on this SHINDIG willingly; I didn't
have much of a choice because otherwise I would have looked disloyal! AND
THEN we get captured by Orcs and who comes to help?! Not FRO--"
"SHUT UP MERRY!" Pippin and Merry were sitting in an Orc encampment, hands tied, feet bound. "You haven't shut up since we were captured. Now, don't get me wrong I have as much to complain about as you do but you're being . . . well, stupid!"
"You're one to talk, Pippin! Mr. Where are we Going? You're not stupid, GOOD GOD I don't even know what to call you!" Pippin squirmed away, for he very well couldn't inch all bound up and all, and started whimpering like a whipped dog. "Pippin, I'm sorry," Merry whispered, "Pay no heed to me, I'm tired, hungry and grumpy."
Pippin looked up, with a grin on his face, "Okay, I forgive you this time." He thought for a moment and burst into song. "On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me an all powerful One Ring! On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me tw--"
"Pippin," Merry whispered, "It's time to shut up now. The guard is coming."
"Well, well, how are our hobbites today? Hungry? Thirsty?" The guard waited for a while and when they didn't answer him, he kicked them "Well? I guess not. Oh well, there are other prisoners that would gladly take this food. See you tomorrow if you are up for talking then." The guard ambled off.
"Man, Pip, we gotta get out of here!"
"Get outta where?"
"PIPPIN!"
"Oh, hehe, never mind."
"So, let me think we could--"
Suddenly a scream from somewhere in the encampment brought Merry to a dead halt in mid-sentence.
"SHUT UP MERRY!" Pippin and Merry were sitting in an Orc encampment, hands tied, feet bound. "You haven't shut up since we were captured. Now, don't get me wrong I have as much to complain about as you do but you're being . . . well, stupid!"
"You're one to talk, Pippin! Mr. Where are we Going? You're not stupid, GOOD GOD I don't even know what to call you!" Pippin squirmed away, for he very well couldn't inch all bound up and all, and started whimpering like a whipped dog. "Pippin, I'm sorry," Merry whispered, "Pay no heed to me, I'm tired, hungry and grumpy."
Pippin looked up, with a grin on his face, "Okay, I forgive you this time." He thought for a moment and burst into song. "On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me an all powerful One Ring! On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me tw--"
"Pippin," Merry whispered, "It's time to shut up now. The guard is coming."
"Well, well, how are our hobbites today? Hungry? Thirsty?" The guard waited for a while and when they didn't answer him, he kicked them "Well? I guess not. Oh well, there are other prisoners that would gladly take this food. See you tomorrow if you are up for talking then." The guard ambled off.
"Man, Pip, we gotta get out of here!"
"Get outta where?"
"PIPPIN!"
"Oh, hehe, never mind."
"So, let me think we could--"
Suddenly a scream from somewhere in the encampment brought Merry to a dead halt in mid-sentence.