**Sorry it took me soo long to update, but I have been sick and when I am not sick, I am doing makeup work, and I have been doing a history project. I shouldn't even do the project beans as I am failing the class, but I am, maybe it will bring my 39% up a little…or not. Well…without further prolonging. The next chapter…
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A few days have passed. Aragorn woke up in a warm soft bed. He was unaware of what was going on. He heard voices and it was bright in the room.
"Where am I? What am I doing here? Where are the hobbits?" Aragorn asked in a weak voice.
"Well, you are in the house of Elrond. You were attacked on the way here, and Sam, who is a hobbit, is in with Frodo. He is quite well and Frodo is getting better." Elrond replied.
"Where is Merry and Pippin?" Aragorn yelled, abruptly sitting up.
"Who?" Elrond inquired.
"Merry and Pippin, they were with me. Pippin was hurt badly." Aragorn responded.
Just then another Elf came into the room out of breath.
"Elrond. Gandolf is here." He said.
Just then, Gandolf walked into the room. He looked at Aragorn with a smile growing on his face. Elrond and Gandolf left the room and had a private discussion. They returned some time later and Aragorn had figured that Gandolf knew all the details.
"Aragorn, if you are well, we need to go out and search for the young hobbits. I fear that they may be in great danger. How badly injured was young master Peregrin?" Gandolf said at last.
"He was hurt bad. I wasn't sure if he was going to pull through, but he seemed to have a spirit and will to live." Replied Aragorn.
"Is Pippin going to die?" a worried voice asked.
"No Sam, not if we can help it." Gandolf replied to Sam, who had been listening to the last few minutes of the conversation.
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That's all for now, sorry no Merry and Pippin in this chapter, but the next chapter will be all about Merry, with a little bit of Pippin.
Something to think about *do not play the whistle, people hate it*
