Hey all,
okay, I know the chapters are kinda short, but I just want to keep the episodes. Maybe I change my mind and put a bigger chappy online tomorrow. Well, as I´m already finished with the story... I just have to decide how much to give you. Now the thing´s getting more exciting...~Key
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Merry stumbled and could see the water jumping at him. With a loud and soundly splash he fell into the creek. Sputtering and coughing Merry worked himself up again. Just as he had blinked away the water from his eyes he got a final glance at his cousin's moppy head. "STOP!" he yelled but to no avail. Pippin vanished into the woods.
The forest was dark, cool and quiet. Pippin couldn't believe that he had actually just walked some hundred meters through the trees. There where no sounds. No birds singing, no whisper of the wind, even Merry´s voice, it seemed, didn't go through the wall of wood. He sighed pleased. Finally some adventurous place, without Merry bickering, his aunt and uncle lessoning him. Just comfortable silence. Some noise brought him back to his surrounding. He stopped and turned around. ´Hadn't he just heard a branch breaking?´ After a while the sound repeated itself. Merry seemed to catch up, Pippin mulled. As he heard the noise for a third time, he started to run again, but didn't make more then a couple of steps, as suddenly, out of nowhere, a root wrapped itself around his ankle and brought him to fall. He screamed in surprise, trying to catch his fall with his hands, but it was already too late. His head hit the stone before him on the ground hard. Pippin didn't even feel his head connecting with the stone. The last thought that ran through his head before he lost consciousness was ´It's tearing my leg!´ Then everything went black.
Merry stood still in the water, shivering slightly. "Foolish Took!" he grumbled, but his words had a slight tone of panic. He remembered his dad telling him stories about the old woods on the borders of Buckland. It was, as he was thinking about that, that he could hear a scream coming from the depths of the forest. "Pippin…" he whispered. "PIPPIN!" with two large steps he was out of the creek and on its opposite shore. He stopped shortly at the beginnings of the woods betting his chances. The scream didn't repeat itself, everything was quiet again but he knew that he had to go in there. With a shudder he wrapped his arms around himself taking the first step into the old forest.
"Who are you?" "I don't know." "What do you want?" "I don't know." "Where do you come from?" "I don't know." The shadows around him repeated their question over and over again. Finally he put his hands over his ears crying: "I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!"
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TBC by tomorrow...