Ch. 11
Note: sorry about the delay, my dreams stopped and so I had to wait for a good dream to occur before I could write.
Gandalf stood between two hobbits sleeping on their beds. He looked at Pippin and said, "You cannot do much at the stage of Green Wizard, but you can help your friends." Gandalf tore back the blankets to reveal a sleeping Merry and a sleeping Sam.
"I can't-heal them, can I?" Pippin asked, getting a bit excited.
"No. You can however make their pain less. Rosie did not know it, and they don't show it, but they are struggling with life, and the burning pain makes it all the more difficult."
Pippin began to cry silently, tears pouring down his face. "Will it help? At all?"
"Yes. The ability to overcome the pain will give them hope of beating death."
"Then I'll do it," Pippin resolved.
"I knew you would. There is something, however---"
"What is it?" Pippin asked, abruptly ending his mute sobs, worried.
Gandalf reached down and placed his hand on Pippin's shoulder. "You will be incapacitated for a while. Two days for each person relieved, in fact. But, Pippin, I think you can handle it." Gandalf was now smiling, showing his trust in the hobbit.
"What do I have to do?" Pippin stared down at his friends, wondering if, even with his help, they would make it.
"Repeat after me: Naikelea, Tamp lle'cronhien, lembien Tel'perrianath!"
"Nay-kee-lee-ah! Tohmp zhay-crohn-yin! Lem-been Tell-purr-ee-nath!"
"No!" Gandalf barked.
"What?"
"If you pronounce a spell wrong there's no telling what could happen!"
BANG!
Note: sorry about the delay, my dreams stopped and so I had to wait for a good dream to occur before I could write.
Gandalf stood between two hobbits sleeping on their beds. He looked at Pippin and said, "You cannot do much at the stage of Green Wizard, but you can help your friends." Gandalf tore back the blankets to reveal a sleeping Merry and a sleeping Sam.
"I can't-heal them, can I?" Pippin asked, getting a bit excited.
"No. You can however make their pain less. Rosie did not know it, and they don't show it, but they are struggling with life, and the burning pain makes it all the more difficult."
Pippin began to cry silently, tears pouring down his face. "Will it help? At all?"
"Yes. The ability to overcome the pain will give them hope of beating death."
"Then I'll do it," Pippin resolved.
"I knew you would. There is something, however---"
"What is it?" Pippin asked, abruptly ending his mute sobs, worried.
Gandalf reached down and placed his hand on Pippin's shoulder. "You will be incapacitated for a while. Two days for each person relieved, in fact. But, Pippin, I think you can handle it." Gandalf was now smiling, showing his trust in the hobbit.
"What do I have to do?" Pippin stared down at his friends, wondering if, even with his help, they would make it.
"Repeat after me: Naikelea, Tamp lle'cronhien, lembien Tel'perrianath!"
"Nay-kee-lee-ah! Tohmp zhay-crohn-yin! Lem-been Tell-purr-ee-nath!"
"No!" Gandalf barked.
"What?"
"If you pronounce a spell wrong there's no telling what could happen!"
BANG!
