Ch. 25

Pippin stared. "Gandalf, you just said he's dead. It was only an hour ago."

"I don't know how, but he must be. Galadriel is very wise." He began to smile, though he was still wondering what could be wrong that even he could not detect life.

Pippin sat down sharply on his cot that he'd been on. "Gandalf," he asked, suddenly curious, "How long did I sleep?"

"For five days and four nights."

Pippin stared. How long after he fell asleep had he awakened and that strange dream began? He went over the dream in his mind.

"Gandalf." he began, shocked. "Gandalf, I have to save Sam. Only I can do it."

"What are you talking about?" Gandalf asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Bilbo said-"

"What did Bilbo say? Bilbo!"

"No, Gandalf, no! It-"

"Did you call me, Gandalf?" Bilbo had snuck up behind Pippin.

"No, Bilbo, he was just-" began Pippin.

"Did you tell Pippin that he was the only person who could save Sam?" Gandalf interjected.

"Why would I say something like that?" Bilbo asked, barking a laugh.

"Fool of a Took! What are you hiding?" Gandalf shook Pippin roughly by the shoulders.

"Gandalf! I had a dream! It was a memory, but then Bilbo said Sam would die unless I saved him!" Pippin was crying now. He hated Gandalf when he was in a rage. Gandalf was always someone you wanted on your side.

"Go to Arwen and Elrond. They will know." Gandalf said after a long pause. He spun Pippin and nudged him towards the two Elves, still embracing each other.