Leaving the area code of Isengard, the King's company, friends and
relations rode slowly thought the rolling hills of Rohan.
"You hills stop rolling!" Gandalf cried, "you're slowing us down!"
"Sorry," said the hills.
"Bloody landscape," muttered Gandalf.
The company was able to make good time, once the land settled down. They rode long and hard, occasionally stopping for bathroom breaks, and occasionally to check the map, and maybe ask for directions.
During the long ride, Pippin rode with Aragorn, who muttered under his breath.
"Call me childish will he, codgy old man, playing with his hobbits and his glowing orbs..."
Pippin perked up when he heard his beloved shiney ball mentioned, "Can I play with the ball, Aragorn?"
"What?"
"The ball, I want to play with the shiney ball."
"Hah!" Aragorn scoffed, "Good luck, now that that grabby old codger has it. He's gonna hoard that thing, never let anyone see it, and then pretend it was nothing."
Pippin frowned, "but it's my shiny ball."
"No, it's his shiney ball now. Cause he has to have everything. The ball, the army, the hobbits, the bloody throne. Prolly eying my Arwen. Well, hah, over my dead body."
Pippin considered this for a few moments, thinking of something intelligent to say, but decided to hell with it and muse about his shiney ball, and let Aragorn rant.
Meanwhile, up ahead, Merry sat behind Gandalf.
"So, if a woodchuck does that chuck that much wood in an hour, how much can it chuck in a day?"
"No, those secrets are to be kept secret, for they are the great mysteries of the universe, not to be known by earthly creatures."
".....huh?"
Later, in the evening, as the sun set over the rounded, but stationary hills, and the darkness gathered about them, they set down for camp.
Gandalf went to sleep with the palantir under his arm, while Merry and Pippin hunkered down on the other side of camp.
Pippin couldn't calm down. No matter what position he tried to take, it wasn't comfortable. Either he was lying on something, or his arms weren't in the right position, and to make matters worse, he didn't have that ball in his arms.
Merry meanwhile, just lay there looking at the stars, a great question on his mind. "How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop? What is a tootsie pop?!"
So in contemplation of the great questions of the universe was he, that he didn't realize his cousin had gotten up and was sneaking towards Gandalf....
TBC
"You hills stop rolling!" Gandalf cried, "you're slowing us down!"
"Sorry," said the hills.
"Bloody landscape," muttered Gandalf.
The company was able to make good time, once the land settled down. They rode long and hard, occasionally stopping for bathroom breaks, and occasionally to check the map, and maybe ask for directions.
During the long ride, Pippin rode with Aragorn, who muttered under his breath.
"Call me childish will he, codgy old man, playing with his hobbits and his glowing orbs..."
Pippin perked up when he heard his beloved shiney ball mentioned, "Can I play with the ball, Aragorn?"
"What?"
"The ball, I want to play with the shiney ball."
"Hah!" Aragorn scoffed, "Good luck, now that that grabby old codger has it. He's gonna hoard that thing, never let anyone see it, and then pretend it was nothing."
Pippin frowned, "but it's my shiny ball."
"No, it's his shiney ball now. Cause he has to have everything. The ball, the army, the hobbits, the bloody throne. Prolly eying my Arwen. Well, hah, over my dead body."
Pippin considered this for a few moments, thinking of something intelligent to say, but decided to hell with it and muse about his shiney ball, and let Aragorn rant.
Meanwhile, up ahead, Merry sat behind Gandalf.
"So, if a woodchuck does that chuck that much wood in an hour, how much can it chuck in a day?"
"No, those secrets are to be kept secret, for they are the great mysteries of the universe, not to be known by earthly creatures."
".....huh?"
Later, in the evening, as the sun set over the rounded, but stationary hills, and the darkness gathered about them, they set down for camp.
Gandalf went to sleep with the palantir under his arm, while Merry and Pippin hunkered down on the other side of camp.
Pippin couldn't calm down. No matter what position he tried to take, it wasn't comfortable. Either he was lying on something, or his arms weren't in the right position, and to make matters worse, he didn't have that ball in his arms.
Merry meanwhile, just lay there looking at the stars, a great question on his mind. "How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop? What is a tootsie pop?!"
So in contemplation of the great questions of the universe was he, that he didn't realize his cousin had gotten up and was sneaking towards Gandalf....
TBC