Hehehe, I really annoyed some of you by not mentioned Pip' or Merry in the
last chapter!! I'm sorry!! But that's how the story goes! I have to mention
the search and everything for it to make sense. Oh, and I'm apologising in
advance to everyone that liked Graphook - er - just read on =S and don't
forget to review!!!
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Merry looked around dazed, his head had been bandaged somehow, and the rain that he could hear splattering all around him wasn't getting to him. He was under some sort of crude blanket that had been roughly made out of - well - Merry wasn't sure what, but it was stopping the rain.
"Pippin!" He suddenly gasped, sitting up quickly as he realised he'd been lying down all that time. Immediately he was pushed back down.
"Lay still, your wound will not heal if you are rushing around!" Said a gruff yet kind voice that Merry half recognised.
"Graphook?" Asked Merry weakly as he lay back down. The Orc nodded and made his way under the 'shelter' towards Merry.
"Lay still." Repeated Graphook. "You're very lucky I decided to come back up and see how snot-for-brains was looking after you!"
Merry laughed quietly. "Snot-for-brains?" He questioned, sitting up as he found the dizzy spells past once he got comfortable.
"Nickname!" Stated Graphook simply, he turned and began tending to some thing - or some body - under a large pile of cloth, which seemed to be emitting a few loud whimpers every now and again.
"Pip'!" Cried Merry joyfully, jumping to his feet again. He almost hit his head on the blanket, until Graphook moved the sticks he had used to prop up the blanket to a higher standing point, making the cloth higher.
"Is he okay?" Asked Merry in dismay when he saw the state of his cousin. Pippin had a large bruise appearing on his face. Running from the top of his ear to his left eye. A bit of dry blood stained his shirt and his lips were cut and bleeding.
"He will be." Replied Graphook. "But I'm a little concerned about his temperature! It seems higher than it should be!"
Merry's heart did a somersault and started doing the can-can around his stomach. He knew what Pippin was like when he gets ill, believe me, when Pippin gets ill, HE GETS ILL!
He placed a hand on his cousin's forehead, to his sadness, it was extremely sweaty, but luckily he didn't have a temperature as far as Merry could tell. "It's okay!" Gasped Merry as his heart took a bow and resumed its normal beating place.
Pippin moaned softly as a drip of rainwater fell on his head. He opened his eyes slowly and giggled faintly as he watched a drip fall on Merry and run down his nose.
The little hobbits looked up, well, Merry did. Pippin was lying on his back - so he didn't need to look up. They realised that the blanket had been removed from the poles, and they didn't need to look twice to see who had done it.
"C - Captain!" Gasped Graphook, watching the Captain of his Uruk-hai group, Splitbrow, look at the hobbits suspiciously.
"Well Graphook." He said huskily. "It seems your little fan club need to be broken up!" He laughed, as if he'd made some sort of hilarious joke, but no one else found it funny, least of all Graphook. All Merry could do was cover his cousins eyes at the brutal scene that unfolded before them as Splitbrow loomed over Graphook.
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Merry looked around dazed, his head had been bandaged somehow, and the rain that he could hear splattering all around him wasn't getting to him. He was under some sort of crude blanket that had been roughly made out of - well - Merry wasn't sure what, but it was stopping the rain.
"Pippin!" He suddenly gasped, sitting up quickly as he realised he'd been lying down all that time. Immediately he was pushed back down.
"Lay still, your wound will not heal if you are rushing around!" Said a gruff yet kind voice that Merry half recognised.
"Graphook?" Asked Merry weakly as he lay back down. The Orc nodded and made his way under the 'shelter' towards Merry.
"Lay still." Repeated Graphook. "You're very lucky I decided to come back up and see how snot-for-brains was looking after you!"
Merry laughed quietly. "Snot-for-brains?" He questioned, sitting up as he found the dizzy spells past once he got comfortable.
"Nickname!" Stated Graphook simply, he turned and began tending to some thing - or some body - under a large pile of cloth, which seemed to be emitting a few loud whimpers every now and again.
"Pip'!" Cried Merry joyfully, jumping to his feet again. He almost hit his head on the blanket, until Graphook moved the sticks he had used to prop up the blanket to a higher standing point, making the cloth higher.
"Is he okay?" Asked Merry in dismay when he saw the state of his cousin. Pippin had a large bruise appearing on his face. Running from the top of his ear to his left eye. A bit of dry blood stained his shirt and his lips were cut and bleeding.
"He will be." Replied Graphook. "But I'm a little concerned about his temperature! It seems higher than it should be!"
Merry's heart did a somersault and started doing the can-can around his stomach. He knew what Pippin was like when he gets ill, believe me, when Pippin gets ill, HE GETS ILL!
He placed a hand on his cousin's forehead, to his sadness, it was extremely sweaty, but luckily he didn't have a temperature as far as Merry could tell. "It's okay!" Gasped Merry as his heart took a bow and resumed its normal beating place.
Pippin moaned softly as a drip of rainwater fell on his head. He opened his eyes slowly and giggled faintly as he watched a drip fall on Merry and run down his nose.
The little hobbits looked up, well, Merry did. Pippin was lying on his back - so he didn't need to look up. They realised that the blanket had been removed from the poles, and they didn't need to look twice to see who had done it.
"C - Captain!" Gasped Graphook, watching the Captain of his Uruk-hai group, Splitbrow, look at the hobbits suspiciously.
"Well Graphook." He said huskily. "It seems your little fan club need to be broken up!" He laughed, as if he'd made some sort of hilarious joke, but no one else found it funny, least of all Graphook. All Merry could do was cover his cousins eyes at the brutal scene that unfolded before them as Splitbrow loomed over Graphook.
