Eep! It's been far too long! I humbly apologize. Thus, therefore, and ergo, I give you TWO chapters. :D
Thanks to Pookie for the tin can idea.
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Pippin walked back into Bag End intrepidously. He walked very slowly to the parlor. Gandalf had not changed position.
"Hello?" he whispered. A single strand of the beard curled and hissed. Pippin crept closer. "Can you hear me?" A few more hairs came alive and hissed venomously. Pippin pulled the object from behind his back. It was two tin cans connected with a length of string. He and Merry had used to talk to each other in it as (younger) children. He picked up the firepoker that he had dropped earlier in his free hand, and poked the beard. It exploded, and Pippin threw one of the cans into it. The beard grabbed it and pulled it in with such force that he was nearly knocked off his feet. But he held his ground and the beard stopped struggling. Pippin waited for a second, then he spoke into the can.
"M-Merry? Frodo? Sam? Can you hear me?"
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"What was that?" gasped Frodo. The mist had swirled again and something dropped down.
"Now there's an eye opener and-"
"No mistake," sighed Merry.
"It's a tin can on a string?" said Frodo looking at it.
"It's Pippin! Good old Pip!" shouted Merry taking hold of it and putting it to his ear. Frodo looked at Sam who just shrugged.
"He's there!" shouted Merry. He spoke into the can and then put his ear to it again.
"How'd he get in there?" asked Sam.
"What does he say?" said Frodo.
"He says he hates to tell us so, but he does tell us so, and he's angry at us for causing him trouble again," said Merry.
"Give me that," said Frodo. He took it. "Pippin? Are you in the parlor? Did you send that carrot? Yes yes, Farmer Maggot, we'll get to that later. Now listen, we think the Nose has something to do with this. What?" He looked at Merry. "He says he curses the day he first met you."
"I love you too, Pip," muttered Merry.
"He says he loves you, no don't leave! I want you to do something, I want you to find something that stinks...no not Merry. I meant smell. Now that wasn't very nice! I'm going to have you apologize for that right now!" He gave the can to Sam who regarded it with suspicion.
"Hello!" he shouted. "Can you hear me? You can?" He peered inside the can.
"There's no need to shout, Sam," whispered Frodo. "Just speak clearly."
"Those Tooks and their newfangled machines...hadn't ought to go meddlin...what's that? No Mr. Pippin, I wasn't. Oh, oh oh! Are the sausages still in the sink? Well, look!" He waved Merry and Frodo over.
"Mr. Pippin's gone to see after the sausages. I've a plan! What what? Oh yes!" He listened intentely to the can. "Well, set 'em afire again!" There was a squawk that all three hobbits could hear audibly from several feet from the can.
"There's no need to get foul at the mouth! After they're afire, just send 'em down here."
"What for? I don't think setting the beard on fire is going to help," said Merry.
"I can't speak of it right at the moment, seeing as we're within the Noses' beard's ears, if you follow me," said Sam.
"Sam, you're a wonder," Frodo shook his head.
"Hey," said Merry. "If the can and the carrot came in, maybe we can get out?"
"What do you mean?" said Frodo.
"What I mean, is maybe Pippin could let down a rope or something, and we could climb out?" "I don't know," mused Frodo. "Perhaps."
"Maybe we could climb up the carrot?" said Sam helpfully.
"Maybe not climb it, but we could test it!" said Merry. "Help me with this thing!" They struggled and finally got the giant carrot to stand upright. They pushed it upwards with all their might. There was a sound like thunder, a flash brighter than day, and the three were thrown to the ground.
"Wh-what happened?" said Merry. They looked around. They were covered with orange pulp. They looked to the carrot. Half of it was there, the other half was scattered about haphazardly. "So much for that idea," sighed Frodo.
"At least there's a bit of color about," sighed Sam. "Less monotony, if you follow me."
"Not very far," murmured Merry.
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Pippin walked back into Bag End intrepidously. He walked very slowly to the parlor. Gandalf had not changed position.
"Hello?" he whispered. A single strand of the beard curled and hissed. Pippin crept closer. "Can you hear me?" A few more hairs came alive and hissed venomously. Pippin pulled the object from behind his back. It was two tin cans connected with a length of string. He and Merry had used to talk to each other in it as (younger) children. He picked up the firepoker that he had dropped earlier in his free hand, and poked the beard. It exploded, and Pippin threw one of the cans into it. The beard grabbed it and pulled it in with such force that he was nearly knocked off his feet. But he held his ground and the beard stopped struggling. Pippin waited for a second, then he spoke into the can.
"M-Merry? Frodo? Sam? Can you hear me?"
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"What was that?" gasped Frodo. The mist had swirled again and something dropped down.
"Now there's an eye opener and-"
"No mistake," sighed Merry.
"It's a tin can on a string?" said Frodo looking at it.
"It's Pippin! Good old Pip!" shouted Merry taking hold of it and putting it to his ear. Frodo looked at Sam who just shrugged.
"He's there!" shouted Merry. He spoke into the can and then put his ear to it again.
"How'd he get in there?" asked Sam.
"What does he say?" said Frodo.
"He says he hates to tell us so, but he does tell us so, and he's angry at us for causing him trouble again," said Merry.
"Give me that," said Frodo. He took it. "Pippin? Are you in the parlor? Did you send that carrot? Yes yes, Farmer Maggot, we'll get to that later. Now listen, we think the Nose has something to do with this. What?" He looked at Merry. "He says he curses the day he first met you."
"I love you too, Pip," muttered Merry.
"He says he loves you, no don't leave! I want you to do something, I want you to find something that stinks...no not Merry. I meant smell. Now that wasn't very nice! I'm going to have you apologize for that right now!" He gave the can to Sam who regarded it with suspicion.
"Hello!" he shouted. "Can you hear me? You can?" He peered inside the can.
"There's no need to shout, Sam," whispered Frodo. "Just speak clearly."
"Those Tooks and their newfangled machines...hadn't ought to go meddlin...what's that? No Mr. Pippin, I wasn't. Oh, oh oh! Are the sausages still in the sink? Well, look!" He waved Merry and Frodo over.
"Mr. Pippin's gone to see after the sausages. I've a plan! What what? Oh yes!" He listened intentely to the can. "Well, set 'em afire again!" There was a squawk that all three hobbits could hear audibly from several feet from the can.
"There's no need to get foul at the mouth! After they're afire, just send 'em down here."
"What for? I don't think setting the beard on fire is going to help," said Merry.
"I can't speak of it right at the moment, seeing as we're within the Noses' beard's ears, if you follow me," said Sam.
"Sam, you're a wonder," Frodo shook his head.
"Hey," said Merry. "If the can and the carrot came in, maybe we can get out?"
"What do you mean?" said Frodo.
"What I mean, is maybe Pippin could let down a rope or something, and we could climb out?" "I don't know," mused Frodo. "Perhaps."
"Maybe we could climb up the carrot?" said Sam helpfully.
"Maybe not climb it, but we could test it!" said Merry. "Help me with this thing!" They struggled and finally got the giant carrot to stand upright. They pushed it upwards with all their might. There was a sound like thunder, a flash brighter than day, and the three were thrown to the ground.
"Wh-what happened?" said Merry. They looked around. They were covered with orange pulp. They looked to the carrot. Half of it was there, the other half was scattered about haphazardly. "So much for that idea," sighed Frodo.
"At least there's a bit of color about," sighed Sam. "Less monotony, if you follow me."
"Not very far," murmured Merry.
