Ch. 20
Gandalf sighed. So, thought Pippin, angrily. He did know. He didn't want me to.
"Pippin," said Gandalf, choosing his words carefully. "I will not lie to you. Sam may die. I hope that he will not as much as anyone, but I cannot help it if he does. In any case, if he does, you are not a murderer, do you understand me?" Gandalf was looked deeply and concernedly into Pippin's eyes.
Pippin, who'd been crying throughout Gandalf's small speech, wiped his eyes and looked up at the wise old wizard. "But I did it, Gandalf," he whispered. "I made Sam."
"It was an accident. An unfortunate, careless one, yes, but you meant no harm by it."
"Gandalf! It was me! I killed him!" Pippin was sobbing and flinging himself at Gandalf for support. "It was me! Me! All my fault!"
The people in the kitchen heard (as well as everyone else from within Bag- End) the racket he was making and the ones well enough to walk, the ones in the kitchen, came running.
Elrond was the first to enter. Surveying the scene, he immediately rushed forward, calling for aid. Next, Frodo entered the scene. Only seeing Pippin screaming flinging himself onto Gandalf and Elrond attempting to pull the two apart, he immediately assumed the worst. Within seconds, Frodo was upon Pippin as well. Frodo grabbed Pippin around the waist and lifted him away from Gandalf. Elrond followed their path and coaxed Pippin into a deep sleep.
Gandalf looked around. Frodo and Elrond started towards Gandalf to be sure he was okay. Rosie stood in the doorway with Merry, the two of them just staring.
"Why did he do that?" asked Merry, slowly stepping forward. "He's never attacked anyone he's been friends with before."
"Attack?" said Gandalf, taken aback. "Is that why you charged at him? He was upset, and was trying to use me for support."
Everyone looked around at each other. As a group, they all bowed their heads and said, "Oh."
Gandalf sighed. So, thought Pippin, angrily. He did know. He didn't want me to.
"Pippin," said Gandalf, choosing his words carefully. "I will not lie to you. Sam may die. I hope that he will not as much as anyone, but I cannot help it if he does. In any case, if he does, you are not a murderer, do you understand me?" Gandalf was looked deeply and concernedly into Pippin's eyes.
Pippin, who'd been crying throughout Gandalf's small speech, wiped his eyes and looked up at the wise old wizard. "But I did it, Gandalf," he whispered. "I made Sam."
"It was an accident. An unfortunate, careless one, yes, but you meant no harm by it."
"Gandalf! It was me! I killed him!" Pippin was sobbing and flinging himself at Gandalf for support. "It was me! Me! All my fault!"
The people in the kitchen heard (as well as everyone else from within Bag- End) the racket he was making and the ones well enough to walk, the ones in the kitchen, came running.
Elrond was the first to enter. Surveying the scene, he immediately rushed forward, calling for aid. Next, Frodo entered the scene. Only seeing Pippin screaming flinging himself onto Gandalf and Elrond attempting to pull the two apart, he immediately assumed the worst. Within seconds, Frodo was upon Pippin as well. Frodo grabbed Pippin around the waist and lifted him away from Gandalf. Elrond followed their path and coaxed Pippin into a deep sleep.
Gandalf looked around. Frodo and Elrond started towards Gandalf to be sure he was okay. Rosie stood in the doorway with Merry, the two of them just staring.
"Why did he do that?" asked Merry, slowly stepping forward. "He's never attacked anyone he's been friends with before."
"Attack?" said Gandalf, taken aback. "Is that why you charged at him? He was upset, and was trying to use me for support."
Everyone looked around at each other. As a group, they all bowed their heads and said, "Oh."
