Hullo all! Before I start the next chapter I'd like to apologize for not updating in so long. My scheudle hasn't been very flexible lately with work and school. Today I'm sick so I just figured I'd spend some of my day off with writing. :) Now on to the chapter!
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/Action/Adventure
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Pippin looked at the road ahead. "Just one foot in front of the other..." he thought tiredly. Oh the journey seemed endless! Pippin looked up at Frodo to see if he was feeling any better. Frodo's face was sweaty, he was sleeping but it seemed like he was in a dark dream as he kept on raising his right hand, as if to drive back dark spirits.
"Merry," Pippin said, his voice cracking in emotion.
Merry turned to look at his cousin and his face became worried as he saw the tears trailing down Pippin's face.
"Is Frodo going to die?" Pippin asked, his voice was full of fear and his eyes held unshed tears.
Merry's face softened and his voice was soft and reassuring. "Frodo isn't going to die," he told his young cousin, "He isn't going to give up to some little wound is he?"
Pippin lightened up a little, "No he won't, you're right Merry,"
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"Merry."
"Yes Pippin?"
"Remember the taste of apple pie with a big heaping spoonful of whipped cream on top?"
Merry licked his lips hungrily, "Yes Pippin, I do, and I remember the taste of beef stew and steamed vegetables!"
"And buttered toast!"
"And peach cobbler!"
"And cabbage!"
Merry looked at Pippin awkwardly, "Cabbage?!" Pippin shrugged, Strider rolled his eyes.
Frodo had woken up to the sound of the two hobbits chatting and he blinked several times. Sam was overjoyed to see his master wake up but when Pippin shouted a cheerful hullo to Frodo he frowned.
Frodo winced slightly at Pippin's voice, he was beginning to get a headache, "Hullo Pippin," he attempted a smile.
"How are you feeling Frodo?" Merry asked calmly.
Frodo frowned a little, "My head hurts...my shoulder and side feel numb..and I'm awfully cold..."
Merry grimaced, Frodo was already covered in all the blankets they had and he was still cold...the wound was more serious than he thought. He was rudely interuppted from his thoughts as he heard a horrible screech fill the air, Frodo cried out and began to sway.
Strider's face grew grim, "They're here!"
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Hehe, I've decided to give it a little twist and leave it at a cliffhanger, I'm sorry! *shields her face from random objects being thrown at her* I'm starting on the next chapter right now though so it won't be so long this time, Please R&R! Cheers!
- Frodey
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/Action/Adventure
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Pippin looked at the road ahead. "Just one foot in front of the other..." he thought tiredly. Oh the journey seemed endless! Pippin looked up at Frodo to see if he was feeling any better. Frodo's face was sweaty, he was sleeping but it seemed like he was in a dark dream as he kept on raising his right hand, as if to drive back dark spirits.
"Merry," Pippin said, his voice cracking in emotion.
Merry turned to look at his cousin and his face became worried as he saw the tears trailing down Pippin's face.
"Is Frodo going to die?" Pippin asked, his voice was full of fear and his eyes held unshed tears.
Merry's face softened and his voice was soft and reassuring. "Frodo isn't going to die," he told his young cousin, "He isn't going to give up to some little wound is he?"
Pippin lightened up a little, "No he won't, you're right Merry,"
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"Merry."
"Yes Pippin?"
"Remember the taste of apple pie with a big heaping spoonful of whipped cream on top?"
Merry licked his lips hungrily, "Yes Pippin, I do, and I remember the taste of beef stew and steamed vegetables!"
"And buttered toast!"
"And peach cobbler!"
"And cabbage!"
Merry looked at Pippin awkwardly, "Cabbage?!" Pippin shrugged, Strider rolled his eyes.
Frodo had woken up to the sound of the two hobbits chatting and he blinked several times. Sam was overjoyed to see his master wake up but when Pippin shouted a cheerful hullo to Frodo he frowned.
Frodo winced slightly at Pippin's voice, he was beginning to get a headache, "Hullo Pippin," he attempted a smile.
"How are you feeling Frodo?" Merry asked calmly.
Frodo frowned a little, "My head hurts...my shoulder and side feel numb..and I'm awfully cold..."
Merry grimaced, Frodo was already covered in all the blankets they had and he was still cold...the wound was more serious than he thought. He was rudely interuppted from his thoughts as he heard a horrible screech fill the air, Frodo cried out and began to sway.
Strider's face grew grim, "They're here!"
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Hehe, I've decided to give it a little twist and leave it at a cliffhanger, I'm sorry! *shields her face from random objects being thrown at her* I'm starting on the next chapter right now though so it won't be so long this time, Please R&R! Cheers!
- Frodey