Pippin sneaked very sneakily through the camp of riders, who had no
watchmen apparently. Frankly, I just want to take this moment to remind you
that when you are camped out in the middle of nowhere, even if you are with
an army or just a few rag-tag party of adventurers, set up watches.
Trust me, this can save your life.
Anyways, Pippin crept like a mouse on the table toward the roll where Gandalf was sleeping, sucking his thumb.
"Well, just huh," thought Pippin. He had barely time to think on this, though, because his eyes were pulled toward the ball, wrapped up in the Wizard's cloak. Gandalf was holding it like it was a teddy bear, a very, very round teddy bear.
Pippin thought for a moment what to do. He couldn't take the shiny round ball, Gandalf would notice, and then there'd be trouble, nothing worse than a disgruntled wizard awoken from his beauty sleep.
What he needed, was a teddy bear.
He snuck off back to Merry's napsack and found what he was looking for. Tucking it under his arm, he crept away silently, and still unnoticed thanks to the lack of watches.
As he was coming up to Gandalf's sleeping area, there was a muffled voice under his arm.
"Quiet you," he whispered, but it kept going.
"Alright fine," he said, pulling the teddy out from under his arms, "what's the matter?"
"I find this whole abduction rather unnerving," said Teddy.
"What?" Pippin asked, "Oh it's only for a minute, I need you to sit with Gandalf for awhile."
"Oh no," said Teddy, wrinkling up his little nose, "he doesn't like me, every time I try to tell him a story he gets angry."
"Well then don't try to tell him one, just lie there and be cuddly, I just want to look at the ball, and then I will switch you back, he won't even know"
"Well, ok, I always wanted to know what kind of cuddler he was."
"Ew," said Pippin, as he tucked Teddy back under his arm.
He snuck up next to Gandalf, and very, very carefully, moved the Wizard's arm. Gandalf grunted slightly. Pippin continued to raise his arm. Gandalf murmured something about eagles, Pippin halted for a second.
"Arwen please, let an old man sleep."
Pippin's eyes went wide, Teddy squirmed under his arm.
"Well come on then, I'm suffocating here."
"Wait," whispered Pippin, "this sounds interesting."
Gandalf continued to mutter and mumble, and finally said, "Oh fine hop on in," and rolled over, releasing the ball.
Pippin barely contained a squeal of glee and carefully removed the ball, replacing it with Teddy. He hoisted the ball up and started to stalk away, chuckling to himself. Teddy meanwhile, found himself smooshed up next to Gandalf.
"Mrph, oh that's it, I am telling you a story."
Pippin found himself a nice little spot near his sleeping roll, and rested the ball on his cross legs.
"Ok, erm, now what?"
The ball sat there, staring up at him blankly.
"How does this thing work?" Pippin stared into it, hoping it would send back an answer.
At first it was blank, and then it started to swirl slightly. Then the swirly's had color, Pippin was drawn further in, and started to feel a little nauseous.
The swirley's became faster and faster, and Pippin thought he was about to toss his cookies when it suddenly stopped, and the ball gave a little "Ping".
A little sign came up, "Welcome to the Palentir network, please wait till we download your request."
A little bar then came up, which started to fill with color. Pippin felt it was amazingly slow, and found himself tapping incessantly on the palentir. After what seemed an eternity, there was another ping.
"Thank you for you patience," said the box, "we are now linking you to the Mordor."
There then appeared a tower lighted with many fires, surrounded by orcs, and topped with a great, big flaming eye. It screamed big, noisy evil.
The eye was the center of everything and it started to grow bigger, or maybe it was him that was getting closer, until finally it took up the whole view.
A great, deep and rumbling voice then boomed around him, in him, it seemed to almost consume him.
"Who the bloody hell are you?"
Trust me, this can save your life.
Anyways, Pippin crept like a mouse on the table toward the roll where Gandalf was sleeping, sucking his thumb.
"Well, just huh," thought Pippin. He had barely time to think on this, though, because his eyes were pulled toward the ball, wrapped up in the Wizard's cloak. Gandalf was holding it like it was a teddy bear, a very, very round teddy bear.
Pippin thought for a moment what to do. He couldn't take the shiny round ball, Gandalf would notice, and then there'd be trouble, nothing worse than a disgruntled wizard awoken from his beauty sleep.
What he needed, was a teddy bear.
He snuck off back to Merry's napsack and found what he was looking for. Tucking it under his arm, he crept away silently, and still unnoticed thanks to the lack of watches.
As he was coming up to Gandalf's sleeping area, there was a muffled voice under his arm.
"Quiet you," he whispered, but it kept going.
"Alright fine," he said, pulling the teddy out from under his arms, "what's the matter?"
"I find this whole abduction rather unnerving," said Teddy.
"What?" Pippin asked, "Oh it's only for a minute, I need you to sit with Gandalf for awhile."
"Oh no," said Teddy, wrinkling up his little nose, "he doesn't like me, every time I try to tell him a story he gets angry."
"Well then don't try to tell him one, just lie there and be cuddly, I just want to look at the ball, and then I will switch you back, he won't even know"
"Well, ok, I always wanted to know what kind of cuddler he was."
"Ew," said Pippin, as he tucked Teddy back under his arm.
He snuck up next to Gandalf, and very, very carefully, moved the Wizard's arm. Gandalf grunted slightly. Pippin continued to raise his arm. Gandalf murmured something about eagles, Pippin halted for a second.
"Arwen please, let an old man sleep."
Pippin's eyes went wide, Teddy squirmed under his arm.
"Well come on then, I'm suffocating here."
"Wait," whispered Pippin, "this sounds interesting."
Gandalf continued to mutter and mumble, and finally said, "Oh fine hop on in," and rolled over, releasing the ball.
Pippin barely contained a squeal of glee and carefully removed the ball, replacing it with Teddy. He hoisted the ball up and started to stalk away, chuckling to himself. Teddy meanwhile, found himself smooshed up next to Gandalf.
"Mrph, oh that's it, I am telling you a story."
Pippin found himself a nice little spot near his sleeping roll, and rested the ball on his cross legs.
"Ok, erm, now what?"
The ball sat there, staring up at him blankly.
"How does this thing work?" Pippin stared into it, hoping it would send back an answer.
At first it was blank, and then it started to swirl slightly. Then the swirly's had color, Pippin was drawn further in, and started to feel a little nauseous.
The swirley's became faster and faster, and Pippin thought he was about to toss his cookies when it suddenly stopped, and the ball gave a little "Ping".
A little sign came up, "Welcome to the Palentir network, please wait till we download your request."
A little bar then came up, which started to fill with color. Pippin felt it was amazingly slow, and found himself tapping incessantly on the palentir. After what seemed an eternity, there was another ping.
"Thank you for you patience," said the box, "we are now linking you to the Mordor."
There then appeared a tower lighted with many fires, surrounded by orcs, and topped with a great, big flaming eye. It screamed big, noisy evil.
The eye was the center of everything and it started to grow bigger, or maybe it was him that was getting closer, until finally it took up the whole view.
A great, deep and rumbling voice then boomed around him, in him, it seemed to almost consume him.
"Who the bloody hell are you?"