Ch. 27
Pippin stood stunned. "What?"
Yes, Galadriel said. Your dream is the result of a link you share to other realms.
"So, what, am I some kind of. . .?"
Link. You are a link between worlds. You have power coursing through you that is undetectable to all who live in this world, but to those who don't, it is more immense than a mountain, stronger than a mountain.
"How?"
I do not know. . .
Tarien stood, not hearing Galadriel and wondering what Pippin was so awed about. Arwen had drifted back to Elrond and the two were standing in each other's arms. Merry was talking to Gandalf, and Pippin saw the eyes of his friend widen as Gandalf stared at the floor. Merry sat down, but as there was no chair there, he hit the floor rather hard.
Pippin strode over to where they stood, trying to chuckle as if nothing had happened, and not succeeding well. "That was graceful!" he said.
Merry glanced at Gandalf, to Pippin's extended hand, and back to Gandalf. Pippin noticed the hesitation and began to question. "Did I miss something? Is there something that I should know about?"
Merry opened his mouth to speak, but Gandalf interjected. "I was just telling Merry about your dream. Very strange, it was."
Pippin accepted this, though he had a gnawing felling that Gandalf was not being very truthful. There was the speed at which he answered, faltering during the very first word, ever so slightly. There was also the fact that Merry would not look Pippin in the eye, preferring to stare at his hairy feet.
"All right, now, Pippin," said Gandalf. "How are you supposed to cure Sam? What did the dream say? We have to get this done as soon as possible. The-" Gandalf stopped, looking horrified. He shook his head and said, "We must get Sam back on his feet. He is. needed."
"Why?" Pippin asked, suspicion growing. "What aren't you telling us, Gandalf?"
"Nothing." Gandalf's answer came far too quickly, and Pippin let it go. If Gandalf felt that it was something he needed to know, he'd say so. hopefully.
"In my dream, Bilbo said that I'd know when the time was right. We have to wait."
"Not for years have I been this short on time," Gandalf murmured to himself. What was he up to that Sam was needed back so quickly?
BANG!
The door to the hall was flung open. There stood Gimli and Legolas, holding up a weak Aragorn. A puddle of blood lay at his feet.
"Where's Rosie?" asked Legolas.
Pippin stood stunned. "What?"
Yes, Galadriel said. Your dream is the result of a link you share to other realms.
"So, what, am I some kind of. . .?"
Link. You are a link between worlds. You have power coursing through you that is undetectable to all who live in this world, but to those who don't, it is more immense than a mountain, stronger than a mountain.
"How?"
I do not know. . .
Tarien stood, not hearing Galadriel and wondering what Pippin was so awed about. Arwen had drifted back to Elrond and the two were standing in each other's arms. Merry was talking to Gandalf, and Pippin saw the eyes of his friend widen as Gandalf stared at the floor. Merry sat down, but as there was no chair there, he hit the floor rather hard.
Pippin strode over to where they stood, trying to chuckle as if nothing had happened, and not succeeding well. "That was graceful!" he said.
Merry glanced at Gandalf, to Pippin's extended hand, and back to Gandalf. Pippin noticed the hesitation and began to question. "Did I miss something? Is there something that I should know about?"
Merry opened his mouth to speak, but Gandalf interjected. "I was just telling Merry about your dream. Very strange, it was."
Pippin accepted this, though he had a gnawing felling that Gandalf was not being very truthful. There was the speed at which he answered, faltering during the very first word, ever so slightly. There was also the fact that Merry would not look Pippin in the eye, preferring to stare at his hairy feet.
"All right, now, Pippin," said Gandalf. "How are you supposed to cure Sam? What did the dream say? We have to get this done as soon as possible. The-" Gandalf stopped, looking horrified. He shook his head and said, "We must get Sam back on his feet. He is. needed."
"Why?" Pippin asked, suspicion growing. "What aren't you telling us, Gandalf?"
"Nothing." Gandalf's answer came far too quickly, and Pippin let it go. If Gandalf felt that it was something he needed to know, he'd say so. hopefully.
"In my dream, Bilbo said that I'd know when the time was right. We have to wait."
"Not for years have I been this short on time," Gandalf murmured to himself. What was he up to that Sam was needed back so quickly?
BANG!
The door to the hall was flung open. There stood Gimli and Legolas, holding up a weak Aragorn. A puddle of blood lay at his feet.
"Where's Rosie?" asked Legolas.
