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Bit of a short chappie! (Don't blame me blame my french teach for giving me so much hw!) Thank you to everyone that has reviewed! And remember: this isn't fully true, so if they were having fun on Caradhas in my story it didn't mean it was all fun an games in the books! OkieZ...Keep your reviews coming in!
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Merry sat pale-faced next to the limp form of his cousin. Frodo sat next to him and looked, if it was possible, even worse! Legolas, Aragorn and Gandalf sat arguing in the corner. Whilst Boromir and Gimli sat watch outside.
Night had fallen since Pippin's misfortune, and his condition had deteriorated. His breathing had got shallower, and whenever there was a pause in the argument raging between the Elf, wizard and man, it could be heard loudly in the stillness of the air.
"What's wrong with Pippin?" Asked Merry, interrupting the quarrel.
"We think we know..." Started Aragorn, he glanced at Legolas and Gandalf then carried on. "Pippin has all the signs of being poisoned...but I don't know how it could've happened?"
"Poisoned?" Gasped Merry, at the same time as Frodo who hissed;
"No! The mushrooms!"
He noticed everyone looking at him confused. Then Merry rounded in on him. "What mushrooms?!" He demanded. Looking sternly at Frodo.
"Those mushrooms on the mountain?" Asked Sam, picturing the scene him and Merry had come across.
"Yeah...I found them an...Pippin kind of ate some..." Frodo whispered, staring down at the floor looking ashamed.
"And you knew?!" Exploded Merry suddenly. "You knew and you didn't tell anyone?"
"Merry..." Started Aragorn.
"How could you!" Cried Merry, tears starting to spill down his cheeks. He stormed outside and sat on the edge of Caradhas, much to Boromir and Gimli's surprise.
Legolas followed him quietly. "Merry, Frodo meant the best!" He whispered as he sat next to the sobbing hobbit.
"Go away Legolas! Pippin is going to die and it's all Frodo's fault!" hissed Merry. Staring down into the dark abyss below him.
"He didn't know they were poisonous...At least come back into the cave and get some sleep...It's doing no good freezing to death out here!" Legolas tried to reason with Merry, after all, they already had a poisoned hobbit. It'd be even worse with a hobbit with pneumonia.
Bit of a short chappie! (Don't blame me blame my french teach for giving me so much hw!) Thank you to everyone that has reviewed! And remember: this isn't fully true, so if they were having fun on Caradhas in my story it didn't mean it was all fun an games in the books! OkieZ...Keep your reviews coming in!
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Merry sat pale-faced next to the limp form of his cousin. Frodo sat next to him and looked, if it was possible, even worse! Legolas, Aragorn and Gandalf sat arguing in the corner. Whilst Boromir and Gimli sat watch outside.
Night had fallen since Pippin's misfortune, and his condition had deteriorated. His breathing had got shallower, and whenever there was a pause in the argument raging between the Elf, wizard and man, it could be heard loudly in the stillness of the air.
"What's wrong with Pippin?" Asked Merry, interrupting the quarrel.
"We think we know..." Started Aragorn, he glanced at Legolas and Gandalf then carried on. "Pippin has all the signs of being poisoned...but I don't know how it could've happened?"
"Poisoned?" Gasped Merry, at the same time as Frodo who hissed;
"No! The mushrooms!"
He noticed everyone looking at him confused. Then Merry rounded in on him. "What mushrooms?!" He demanded. Looking sternly at Frodo.
"Those mushrooms on the mountain?" Asked Sam, picturing the scene him and Merry had come across.
"Yeah...I found them an...Pippin kind of ate some..." Frodo whispered, staring down at the floor looking ashamed.
"And you knew?!" Exploded Merry suddenly. "You knew and you didn't tell anyone?"
"Merry..." Started Aragorn.
"How could you!" Cried Merry, tears starting to spill down his cheeks. He stormed outside and sat on the edge of Caradhas, much to Boromir and Gimli's surprise.
Legolas followed him quietly. "Merry, Frodo meant the best!" He whispered as he sat next to the sobbing hobbit.
"Go away Legolas! Pippin is going to die and it's all Frodo's fault!" hissed Merry. Staring down into the dark abyss below him.
"He didn't know they were poisonous...At least come back into the cave and get some sleep...It's doing no good freezing to death out here!" Legolas tried to reason with Merry, after all, they already had a poisoned hobbit. It'd be even worse with a hobbit with pneumonia.