Ch. 4

Pippin shot awake. For a moment he wondered where he was, and then he remembered. As usual, he'd had his ritual dream that now haunted him, and wished it were just that.

"Oh, Merry! Sam!" he moaned into his knees, now in a sitting position.

He rose and walked into the open room. The thirty or so beds that had been occupied by the wounded were not only empty, but gone. Rosie sat around a table with Sam and Merry, all sipping ale, yet looking very somber.

"What's this?" he said, startling all of them.

"Pip! You're all better!" Merry ran and hugged his friend.

"Merry, have you been at the pipe? You and Sam were hurt in battle against the Uruk-Hai!"

"Is it the medicine, Rosie?" Sam asked, perplexed.

"Probably, that's the only way to explain it."

"HANG ON!" Pippin shouted. Everyone quieted down and looked at him, frightened. "What's going on?"

"I would like to answer that, Gamgees and Brandybuck," requested a familiar voice behind the confused hobbit. Pippin's eyes lit up and he smiled as he turned to see his old wizarding friend, Ga.

Saruman!?

Note: Another short chapter, but that's 4 in 1 day! More soon, I hope you enjoy!