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1 Time: Misery
The orcs stopped for the night after a particularly large quarrel. They sat at the edge of Fangorn. Holly was thinking, yet again, of ways to escape or leave clues.
"Why did you do that?!" Merry yelled at Holly. He thought of her as an older sister even though she was extremely immature. (He's one to talk.) Holly was bleeding profusely and Pippin had an outrageous headache. Merry was suffering from a concussion and a gash on his arm, but Holly was undoubtedly the worse off.
"Trust me. Aragorn will find it," she told him. Merry nearly cried out. He had lost hope, but Pippin hadn't…he just kept his mouth shut.
"How do you know for sure?!"
"Because he's a ranger!"
"What difference should that make?! How do you know he's not dead?!"
"Because!"
"Because what?!"
"Because!"
"Tell us!"
"Do you have to know everything?" Holly asked quietly. Rachel would die before she let anyone else. Holly just hoped that happened.
"Yes. What makes you so certain?" Merry asked sternly. He wasn't yelling anymore.
"Rachel wouldn't let that happen. But…Boromir," Holly cried. She was really crying and staring hopelessly at the ring on her wedding finger. What had happened to him? She felt four small hands embrace her in a comforting hug. Pippin and Merry were crying too.
At that moment, an orc pulled them apart and shoved some horrible substance down each of their throats. They nearly let it come back up.
"Shit, that tastes bad!" Holly yelled. The arrow wound on her abdomen was stinging and then she realized that they gave them medicine.
"I'm sorry, Holly. I'm so sorry," Merry said, sobbing. Pippin watched him a few moments before bringing back a few good memories.
"Remember Gandalf's fireworks? And when Holly knocked Boromir to the ground?" he said. The others laughed. It was helping. Holly gave him a kiss on the cheek and Merry slapped him on the back. Things were looking up for all of them. Perhaps Peregrin Took wasn't luggage after all.
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1 Time: Misery
The orcs stopped for the night after a particularly large quarrel. They sat at the edge of Fangorn. Holly was thinking, yet again, of ways to escape or leave clues.
"Why did you do that?!" Merry yelled at Holly. He thought of her as an older sister even though she was extremely immature. (He's one to talk.) Holly was bleeding profusely and Pippin had an outrageous headache. Merry was suffering from a concussion and a gash on his arm, but Holly was undoubtedly the worse off.
"Trust me. Aragorn will find it," she told him. Merry nearly cried out. He had lost hope, but Pippin hadn't…he just kept his mouth shut.
"How do you know for sure?!"
"Because he's a ranger!"
"What difference should that make?! How do you know he's not dead?!"
"Because!"
"Because what?!"
"Because!"
"Tell us!"
"Do you have to know everything?" Holly asked quietly. Rachel would die before she let anyone else. Holly just hoped that happened.
"Yes. What makes you so certain?" Merry asked sternly. He wasn't yelling anymore.
"Rachel wouldn't let that happen. But…Boromir," Holly cried. She was really crying and staring hopelessly at the ring on her wedding finger. What had happened to him? She felt four small hands embrace her in a comforting hug. Pippin and Merry were crying too.
At that moment, an orc pulled them apart and shoved some horrible substance down each of their throats. They nearly let it come back up.
"Shit, that tastes bad!" Holly yelled. The arrow wound on her abdomen was stinging and then she realized that they gave them medicine.
"I'm sorry, Holly. I'm so sorry," Merry said, sobbing. Pippin watched him a few moments before bringing back a few good memories.
"Remember Gandalf's fireworks? And when Holly knocked Boromir to the ground?" he said. The others laughed. It was helping. Holly gave him a kiss on the cheek and Merry slapped him on the back. Things were looking up for all of them. Perhaps Peregrin Took wasn't luggage after all.