Ch. 29
"What, Pip? What are you talking about?"
"Sam. I know. but no one else can know. It has to be secret. We need to distract everyone else, get them out of the hall. I need to be alone."
"Pip, what are you talking about?" Merry noticed Pippin's fervor and was torn between worry that he may be hallucinating and encouraging him to run with whatever it was. Why not? He thought. "I don't quite know what's going on, but I'll help. How long do you need alone in the hall?"
"Here's my plan."
Back in the hall, Rosie sat impatiently awaiting Pippin and Merry. Arwen paced, and Tarien attempted to calm her down from her place in Legolas's lap.
"Hamio ndu, mellonin."
"Uumio!" Arwen screamed in reply. "Your one love is not on that bed. He is in your arms perfectly healthy! Elessar may die! I love him, Tarien!" She collapsed onto the floor, a whimpering, shaking heap.
Rosie stood up, glaring at Arwen, but trying to not to be harsh, and said, "Arwen, I know that this is difficult for you. I can easily heal Aragorn, if Merry and Pippin ever return. You have no idea what it's like to know that you nor anyone who has any renown with healing can heal the person that care more about than anything or anyone. You, Arwen, will never know."
Arwen's position on the floor was perfect in height levels so that she could sit up and slap Rosie sharply across the face. Rosie stood there for a moment in a state of shock, her head slightly to one side.
Pippin chose that exact moment to flounce in, grinning from ear to ear and say, "So, what did we miss?"
P.S.: Sorry that the chapter's so short, I've been a bit busy!
"What, Pip? What are you talking about?"
"Sam. I know. but no one else can know. It has to be secret. We need to distract everyone else, get them out of the hall. I need to be alone."
"Pip, what are you talking about?" Merry noticed Pippin's fervor and was torn between worry that he may be hallucinating and encouraging him to run with whatever it was. Why not? He thought. "I don't quite know what's going on, but I'll help. How long do you need alone in the hall?"
"Here's my plan."
Back in the hall, Rosie sat impatiently awaiting Pippin and Merry. Arwen paced, and Tarien attempted to calm her down from her place in Legolas's lap.
"Hamio ndu, mellonin."
"Uumio!" Arwen screamed in reply. "Your one love is not on that bed. He is in your arms perfectly healthy! Elessar may die! I love him, Tarien!" She collapsed onto the floor, a whimpering, shaking heap.
Rosie stood up, glaring at Arwen, but trying to not to be harsh, and said, "Arwen, I know that this is difficult for you. I can easily heal Aragorn, if Merry and Pippin ever return. You have no idea what it's like to know that you nor anyone who has any renown with healing can heal the person that care more about than anything or anyone. You, Arwen, will never know."
Arwen's position on the floor was perfect in height levels so that she could sit up and slap Rosie sharply across the face. Rosie stood there for a moment in a state of shock, her head slightly to one side.
Pippin chose that exact moment to flounce in, grinning from ear to ear and say, "So, what did we miss?"
P.S.: Sorry that the chapter's so short, I've been a bit busy!
