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Oh my gosh! I'm sooooooooooo sorry!! *Apologises like hell* I have 3 stories up and running and I kind of got caught up in my Morph one...ehehehe...AnywayZ I hope you like this chapter, I sure enjoyed writing it for you! Please review!
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"Come on! Let's go!"
Frodo rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, not realising that Legolas and Merry were trying to wake him up so that they could set off.
It was very, very early in the morning, the sun had only just begun to rise and it cast a deep orange glow around the mountainside as it peeped over the horizon.
Legolas tried again. "Frodo! Wake up!" He said softly, shaking Frodo. Frodo simply rolled over and ignored the elf.
Merry scowled and kicked Frodo in the ribs. "Get up you great lump!"
That did it. Frodo sprang up rubbing sleep from his eyes. "I'm awake! I'm awake!" He glanced around, everyone except for Merry, Legolas, Gandalf and himself were asleep. Gandalf passed a pack to each of them and bid them farewell. Then with one last fond look at Pippin they were off, down to the cave of Alaresh.
"You might have woken me up Mr. Gandalf!" Cried Sam indignantly. "I wanted to say goodbye to Mr. Frodo!"
Gandalf looked wearily at Sam. "You should've stayed awake then!" He turned his attention back to Pippin. The little hobbit began to moan softly, then much to everyone's surprise opened his eyes and blinked.
"Master Pippin!" Cried Aragorn, springing to his side and placing a hand on Pippin's burning, pale forehead. Pippin blinked again and stared up at Aragorn. For one horrific moment everyone thought that he didn't recognise the ranger, then Pippin seemed to come to his senses.
"Merry!" He gasped, looking round slowly for his cousin. When he couldn't see him, he cried out in despair. "Merry!" He whispered again.
"Merry's not here..." Said Aragorn slowly, bathing Pippin's forehead his a damp cloth. "He's gone with Legolas and Frodo to find an antidote that will cure the poison!"
Pippin's eyes widened. "Poison?!" He gasped, wincing as a white-hot pain shot through his head. He looked around desperately wanting someone to put him at ease and tell him he was going to be fine. But the three people he could count on for doing that weren't there!
"Yes Pippin! Those mushrooms you ate! They were poisonous!" Sam explained, munching on a piece of Lembas.
Pippin felt himself slowly sinking into another deep sleep. "But Frodo gave me the mushrooms..." He protested quietly. "Frodo...Wouldn't...Poison me!" He fell sound asleep, leaving the rest of the occupants in the cave looking at each other sadly, they hoped that Merry, Legolas and Frodo would get the antidote soon, otherwise it might be to late for the little hobbit.
Oh my gosh! I'm sooooooooooo sorry!! *Apologises like hell* I have 3 stories up and running and I kind of got caught up in my Morph one...ehehehe...AnywayZ I hope you like this chapter, I sure enjoyed writing it for you! Please review!
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"Come on! Let's go!"
Frodo rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, not realising that Legolas and Merry were trying to wake him up so that they could set off.
It was very, very early in the morning, the sun had only just begun to rise and it cast a deep orange glow around the mountainside as it peeped over the horizon.
Legolas tried again. "Frodo! Wake up!" He said softly, shaking Frodo. Frodo simply rolled over and ignored the elf.
Merry scowled and kicked Frodo in the ribs. "Get up you great lump!"
That did it. Frodo sprang up rubbing sleep from his eyes. "I'm awake! I'm awake!" He glanced around, everyone except for Merry, Legolas, Gandalf and himself were asleep. Gandalf passed a pack to each of them and bid them farewell. Then with one last fond look at Pippin they were off, down to the cave of Alaresh.
"You might have woken me up Mr. Gandalf!" Cried Sam indignantly. "I wanted to say goodbye to Mr. Frodo!"
Gandalf looked wearily at Sam. "You should've stayed awake then!" He turned his attention back to Pippin. The little hobbit began to moan softly, then much to everyone's surprise opened his eyes and blinked.
"Master Pippin!" Cried Aragorn, springing to his side and placing a hand on Pippin's burning, pale forehead. Pippin blinked again and stared up at Aragorn. For one horrific moment everyone thought that he didn't recognise the ranger, then Pippin seemed to come to his senses.
"Merry!" He gasped, looking round slowly for his cousin. When he couldn't see him, he cried out in despair. "Merry!" He whispered again.
"Merry's not here..." Said Aragorn slowly, bathing Pippin's forehead his a damp cloth. "He's gone with Legolas and Frodo to find an antidote that will cure the poison!"
Pippin's eyes widened. "Poison?!" He gasped, wincing as a white-hot pain shot through his head. He looked around desperately wanting someone to put him at ease and tell him he was going to be fine. But the three people he could count on for doing that weren't there!
"Yes Pippin! Those mushrooms you ate! They were poisonous!" Sam explained, munching on a piece of Lembas.
Pippin felt himself slowly sinking into another deep sleep. "But Frodo gave me the mushrooms..." He protested quietly. "Frodo...Wouldn't...Poison me!" He fell sound asleep, leaving the rest of the occupants in the cave looking at each other sadly, they hoped that Merry, Legolas and Frodo would get the antidote soon, otherwise it might be to late for the little hobbit.