A/n: What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into. I've backed myself
into a corner! AHHH wat am I going to do? I don't know, Pippin's gonna
die and the whole fellowship will fall into darkness, and Saruman will win!
AHHHHHH!!! PS. Did you ever notice that whenever I mention Frodo or Sam,
I completely forget that they are in the scene? I mean I know that the main
characters are Merry and Pippin, but come on, I am being sooo mean to Frodo
and Sam. And I guess I should add Boromir to the list of characters,
because he is sooooo cool!!!!! I also use the word preposterous way to
much!
Discalimer: I know Rascal Flatts, I know JoeSchmoe, I DON'T know how to own Lord of the Rings!
Thank yous:
Mrs. Emery Waterman - lol, more is coming! I already had this written when I posted the last chapter! HA HA now you guys have a worse cliffie to leave ya hanging until I get back!
QTpie-pippinsgurl - lol, you are scaring me a little bit!
Love park - interesting? I know it is, trying to get him out alive is the tough part. Hmm if only Gandalf were here! Lol. I am going to Atlantic City for a long weekend to see a concert (Alan Jackson and Martina McBride)
Deotheod - cool, I am a blue belt, right there in the middle, five from the bottom, five from the top!!! No I don't play volleyball or softball, I cant find enough hours in the day! Anyway, this one is worse cut off for you guys, but great for me!!!
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CHAPTER 11: Shake, Rattle, and Fall?
Just another game. Another game of "Hide and go seek" with his sisters. Find the easiest place to get out of, along with a place that he wouldn't be found. Confusing, yes, but he never knew that it would save his life. He figured out the perfect place to go. There was a small grove of trees outside of his bedroom.
That was perfect, but Saruman was in his room, so that would not work too well. He could always just go out the front door. That was his only chance. He crawled out from under the table he was at, and broke in a dead sprint towards the door.
Almost there, only a few feet, feet went to inches, inches to centimeters. He grasped the door knob. He turned it, when suddenly someone grabbed him from behind.
"Trying to escape now are we?"
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Boromir looked at Aragorn. He knew that something was bothering him. Something eating him away from the inside out.
"Aragorn." Said Boromir, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"What is wrong?" asked Aragorn.
"There is nothing wrong with me, it is you that worry me."
"What is this that you speak of?"
"The others may not have noticed it, but I have. There is something wrong. Something hidden. Something that you don't want anyone to know about."
"That is preposterous. I have nothing to hide."
"You're lying. I have my ways of knowing. Now tell me what is bothering you."
"I can't" replied Aragorn, "It would only make things worse."
"Nothing can possibly make things worse than they are now."
"If I told you, you would believe that I am lying."
"Aragorn, I trust you. Nothing you can say will make me not believe you."
"I don't know."
"Aragorn."
"Alright. It started just a few days ago, when I just arrived back here with Pippin. The elves immediately checked him over, and told me that," Aragorn paused, as though something was caught in his throat and he couldn't speak. "That, it was too late. We arrived too late. That in five days he would be dead."
"You don't believe them, do you?"
"They have never been wrong before. They gave him five days to wake up. If he hasn't woken up, there is no hope. And five days passed yesterday. There is no hope!"
"Wait, you said that five days passed yesterday, and Pippin is still alive. There is hope!"
"No, I just spoke to them. All hope of Pippin ever waking up is gone!!"
Merry walked back to his bed. He didn't want to hear anymore. There is no hope. "All hope of Pippin ever waking up is gone!" Aragorn's words echoed in his head. Aragorn is never wrong. He just didn't want to believe him this time.
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Saruman carried Pippin through the house. He seemed lost, and disoriented. He didn't realize that he was going around in circles. He didn't know that he laid Pippin down only feet away from where he first picked him up.
"Now, I must teach you a lesson."
"I don't really need a lesson. But I am hungry. Can you grab something from the cupboard for me?" (A/n: Place your laugh here!)
"NO," said Saruman, he pulled out his blade, "This is Memneox (A/n: How you pronounce it, I don't care, I can't pronounce it either!), now there are two ways that you can possibly die. One, I can make it nice and quick and done with magic. Or two, I can kill you with Memneox, resulting in a slow, agonizing, painful death. Which one would you prefer?"
"Is there a choice being, none of the above?"
"No," said Saruman, beginning to get annoyed (A/n: Yes, again!). He raised his blade, "I will give you until the count of three, if you did not make your choice, I will choose for you."
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
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By now, everyone else had fallen asleep. Everyone that is, except for Merry. Filled with worry, he could not get a wink of sleep. He tossed and turned. Rolled on his left side. Rolled back onto his right.
It was useless. The words of Aragorn still echoed in his head, "We arrived too late, there is no hope, all hope of Pippin waking up is gone!"
He began to cry. He couldn't remember a moment of his life in which Pippin wasn't in. They were friends since Pippin could walk. The mischief that they got them selves into, the fun they had, to be had no more.
He got up and walked over to his cousin. Eyes closed, skin pale, nothing like his cousin that he remembered from just a month ago. "I wish that for just one moment, that I could figure out what was going on in that head of yours. I'd give anything."
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"Two."
"Three." And with that said, Saruman aimed Memneox right at Pippin's head.
Pippin ducked, the blade just missing his hair. He looked up. Saruman's eyes were filled with anger and malice; he once again swung at Pippin. Pippin backed up, the tip of the blade scarred him right under his right eye. He felt the blood dripping down his cheek, but he had to continue fighting.
Saruman screamed a blood curdling shout. He lunged at Pippin, his aim was truer. The sharp pain soared through Pippin. The blade sunk deep into his leg muscle.
He let out an exasperated gasp, and noticed that he was close to the door. All he had to do was get there, and he just had this feeling that he would be safe. The door was open. It was dark, he crawled backwards, still glaring at Saruman. The door was simply inches away, but moving was not easy.
He continued crawling. The end of floor was close. He was almost there. Almost there. Saruman went to lunge again, and then everything was black. Pippin's eyes were open, and he looked up and saw Saruman above him, but getting smaller. He was falling. Falling downward, into an abyss.
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"I wish that for just one moment, that I could figure out what was going on in that head of yours. I'd give anything."
Suddenly, Pippin began to shake and scream violently. Merry ran to get Aragorn, but he was already there.
"What is going on?" screamed Merry.
"I don't know." Said Aragorn.
"Is he dying?"
"I don't know!"
"PLEASE TELL ME!"
"There is not time," the elves arrived, "Right now, we need to help Pippin."
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A/n: I told you that it would be bad. maybe I can get the next part up before I leave. I really hope so. anybody ever hear the song "I Believe" by Diamond Rio? Well tell me in your review.
This is a horrible cliffhanger, I know. Worse than most other ones that I had. I'll just say one thing. The next chapter is most crucial, so it may take a while to write and come in the form of a song fic. I hope that is alright with you.
Also, one quick question, upon what age does one become a tweenager? I need to know so I can start writing my other story while I am on vacation. Thanks for all your help!
~KIM~
Discalimer: I know Rascal Flatts, I know JoeSchmoe, I DON'T know how to own Lord of the Rings!
Thank yous:
Mrs. Emery Waterman - lol, more is coming! I already had this written when I posted the last chapter! HA HA now you guys have a worse cliffie to leave ya hanging until I get back!
QTpie-pippinsgurl - lol, you are scaring me a little bit!
Love park - interesting? I know it is, trying to get him out alive is the tough part. Hmm if only Gandalf were here! Lol. I am going to Atlantic City for a long weekend to see a concert (Alan Jackson and Martina McBride)
Deotheod - cool, I am a blue belt, right there in the middle, five from the bottom, five from the top!!! No I don't play volleyball or softball, I cant find enough hours in the day! Anyway, this one is worse cut off for you guys, but great for me!!!
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CHAPTER 11: Shake, Rattle, and Fall?
Just another game. Another game of "Hide and go seek" with his sisters. Find the easiest place to get out of, along with a place that he wouldn't be found. Confusing, yes, but he never knew that it would save his life. He figured out the perfect place to go. There was a small grove of trees outside of his bedroom.
That was perfect, but Saruman was in his room, so that would not work too well. He could always just go out the front door. That was his only chance. He crawled out from under the table he was at, and broke in a dead sprint towards the door.
Almost there, only a few feet, feet went to inches, inches to centimeters. He grasped the door knob. He turned it, when suddenly someone grabbed him from behind.
"Trying to escape now are we?"
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Boromir looked at Aragorn. He knew that something was bothering him. Something eating him away from the inside out.
"Aragorn." Said Boromir, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"What is wrong?" asked Aragorn.
"There is nothing wrong with me, it is you that worry me."
"What is this that you speak of?"
"The others may not have noticed it, but I have. There is something wrong. Something hidden. Something that you don't want anyone to know about."
"That is preposterous. I have nothing to hide."
"You're lying. I have my ways of knowing. Now tell me what is bothering you."
"I can't" replied Aragorn, "It would only make things worse."
"Nothing can possibly make things worse than they are now."
"If I told you, you would believe that I am lying."
"Aragorn, I trust you. Nothing you can say will make me not believe you."
"I don't know."
"Aragorn."
"Alright. It started just a few days ago, when I just arrived back here with Pippin. The elves immediately checked him over, and told me that," Aragorn paused, as though something was caught in his throat and he couldn't speak. "That, it was too late. We arrived too late. That in five days he would be dead."
"You don't believe them, do you?"
"They have never been wrong before. They gave him five days to wake up. If he hasn't woken up, there is no hope. And five days passed yesterday. There is no hope!"
"Wait, you said that five days passed yesterday, and Pippin is still alive. There is hope!"
"No, I just spoke to them. All hope of Pippin ever waking up is gone!!"
Merry walked back to his bed. He didn't want to hear anymore. There is no hope. "All hope of Pippin ever waking up is gone!" Aragorn's words echoed in his head. Aragorn is never wrong. He just didn't want to believe him this time.
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Saruman carried Pippin through the house. He seemed lost, and disoriented. He didn't realize that he was going around in circles. He didn't know that he laid Pippin down only feet away from where he first picked him up.
"Now, I must teach you a lesson."
"I don't really need a lesson. But I am hungry. Can you grab something from the cupboard for me?" (A/n: Place your laugh here!)
"NO," said Saruman, he pulled out his blade, "This is Memneox (A/n: How you pronounce it, I don't care, I can't pronounce it either!), now there are two ways that you can possibly die. One, I can make it nice and quick and done with magic. Or two, I can kill you with Memneox, resulting in a slow, agonizing, painful death. Which one would you prefer?"
"Is there a choice being, none of the above?"
"No," said Saruman, beginning to get annoyed (A/n: Yes, again!). He raised his blade, "I will give you until the count of three, if you did not make your choice, I will choose for you."
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
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By now, everyone else had fallen asleep. Everyone that is, except for Merry. Filled with worry, he could not get a wink of sleep. He tossed and turned. Rolled on his left side. Rolled back onto his right.
It was useless. The words of Aragorn still echoed in his head, "We arrived too late, there is no hope, all hope of Pippin waking up is gone!"
He began to cry. He couldn't remember a moment of his life in which Pippin wasn't in. They were friends since Pippin could walk. The mischief that they got them selves into, the fun they had, to be had no more.
He got up and walked over to his cousin. Eyes closed, skin pale, nothing like his cousin that he remembered from just a month ago. "I wish that for just one moment, that I could figure out what was going on in that head of yours. I'd give anything."
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"Two."
"Three." And with that said, Saruman aimed Memneox right at Pippin's head.
Pippin ducked, the blade just missing his hair. He looked up. Saruman's eyes were filled with anger and malice; he once again swung at Pippin. Pippin backed up, the tip of the blade scarred him right under his right eye. He felt the blood dripping down his cheek, but he had to continue fighting.
Saruman screamed a blood curdling shout. He lunged at Pippin, his aim was truer. The sharp pain soared through Pippin. The blade sunk deep into his leg muscle.
He let out an exasperated gasp, and noticed that he was close to the door. All he had to do was get there, and he just had this feeling that he would be safe. The door was open. It was dark, he crawled backwards, still glaring at Saruman. The door was simply inches away, but moving was not easy.
He continued crawling. The end of floor was close. He was almost there. Almost there. Saruman went to lunge again, and then everything was black. Pippin's eyes were open, and he looked up and saw Saruman above him, but getting smaller. He was falling. Falling downward, into an abyss.
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"I wish that for just one moment, that I could figure out what was going on in that head of yours. I'd give anything."
Suddenly, Pippin began to shake and scream violently. Merry ran to get Aragorn, but he was already there.
"What is going on?" screamed Merry.
"I don't know." Said Aragorn.
"Is he dying?"
"I don't know!"
"PLEASE TELL ME!"
"There is not time," the elves arrived, "Right now, we need to help Pippin."
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A/n: I told you that it would be bad. maybe I can get the next part up before I leave. I really hope so. anybody ever hear the song "I Believe" by Diamond Rio? Well tell me in your review.
This is a horrible cliffhanger, I know. Worse than most other ones that I had. I'll just say one thing. The next chapter is most crucial, so it may take a while to write and come in the form of a song fic. I hope that is alright with you.
Also, one quick question, upon what age does one become a tweenager? I need to know so I can start writing my other story while I am on vacation. Thanks for all your help!
~KIM~