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Eomer was grieved to learn that on his trail home he would be accompanied by (along with the two Hobbits) King Thranduil and Prince Legolas. Eomer was on his fastest horse, but it amounted to naught. He had to lead the Halflings, who were on small ponies named Sam and Frodo. (Pippin's pony is a girl...but no has yet figured out if Pippin knows or cares. Frodo however, refused to speak to him for a week.) Eomer gritted his teeth and listened tiredly to the elves behind him arguing.
"And what about that arrow shooting incident?" Thranduil asked hotly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You shot me in the eye with an arrow!"
"Excuse me, but it wasn't my fault! It ricocheted off the wall!" Legolas protested.
"We were OUTSIDE and I was forty feet above you in a balcony!" Thranduil screamed. "I was out of the throne for 3 weeks!"
"Well, I took over and it was fine!" Legolas argued. Thranduil glared at his son, his face red and his eyes bulging.
"You nearly burned down Mirkwood and the second day of your reign you let the spiders take over!"
"Just for a day! And I thought it was kind of me, letting them have power for once."
"They rampaged through the city killing at will!"
"Yes, well...your eye is just fine, isn't it?" Legolas snapped back.
"Would you two shut up?" Eomer asked, vexed, turning in the saddle to glare at them. Suddenly, an arrow fitted in Legolas's bow was being pointed at his forehead.
"I've been shot in the butt with an arrow. Leave me alone." He growled. Eomer sighed and turned around again, shaking his head. Pippin and Merry hadn't seemed to notice any of the disturbances.
"Why'd Gandalf ever get mad at us for setting off the fireworks, anyway?" Pippin asked curiously. Merry shrugged.
"No idea. We completely turned that party around!" Merry confided.
"I know. Poor Frodo. He didn't seem to notice his party was a dud before we showed up. He's never known." Pippin said sadly.
"Eh, well, despite our schedule, booked as it may be, I'm sure that we'll be able to make it next year. Everyone'd be so disappointed if they knew we weren't coming." At this, Pippin nodded enthusiastically. Eomer listened halfheartedly to these two conversations as they followed the river Anorien north. When they finally reached Rohan, Eomer bid a not so fond farewell to the Elves and they rode off, still bickering.
"Come, Halflings, we have more miles to go." Eomer said tiredly. They stopped to rest at Edoras. Faramir was following behind, since he had stayed an extra night at Gondor. Eomer suspected he did not want to return to his wife. Merry and Pippin said a hasty hello to Eowyn and headed off to find the kitchen. Eowyn followed them, and offered to make them some soup. Pippin almost said yes, but Merry smacked him on the back and declined. He remembered Aragorn's tale of her soup. He had spent two hours behind a bush, emptying his bowels and his stomach of the 'toxic' soup. So instead, they raided the cabinets and drawers, hunting down food of all kinds and eating it.
Night fell shortly, and Merry and Pippin were given a room of their own. Merry settled under the covers and closed his eyes, but Pippin was wide awake, staring without cease at something across the room.
"Hey, Merry!" Pippin whispered, hitting his friend on the shoulder. "Look!" He hissed. Merry, without opening his eyes, replied,
"Don't even think about touching it."
"But,"
"Remember last time?"
"Yes but,"
"NO, Pip." Merry said firmly. Glaring at Merry, Pippin sank under the covers. However, none of them got much sleep because shortly after Faramir arrived home, Eowyn exploded. Her voice rang out throughout the city. Pippin couldn't make out much of it, but he did catch 'scum', 'idiot', 'fool', and 'good for nothing son of a steward'. Merry sighed and slid out of bed, vanishing out of the room. When he returned, he handed a carrot to Pippin and kept one for himself.
"Midnight snack. Oh, and you can use the leafy top to plug your ears, Pip." Merry suggested. They chewed away happily, and stuffed the leaves from the carrot inside their ears. They sank into a content sleep minutes later.
As useful as the leaves were, the maid who came to wake them screamed and ran out, dashing to Eomer's room and claiming that either the Hobbits were very sick or were no longer just Hobbits. Eomer, very grumpily, got up and stomped into the Hobbit's room. Wearily, he showed her the leaves.
"Ear plugs, Jenna. Merely ear plugs." He told her. The maid blushed.
"Right, Sire." Jenna said demurely, hurrying away. The Hobbits were woken by Eomer, who then left and went to get dressed. After breakfast, (during which the Hobbits ate nearly half the kitchen) they saddled up again, passing a forlorn and haggard looking Faramir. Eomer looked at him with pity.
"I'll be back soon." He assured him. Faramir nodded and gingerly rubbed his cheek, where he remembered the thorough slapping his wife had given him.
"Hurry." Faramir said glumly, settling back into his makeshift bed in the stable.
Eomer was grieved to learn that on his trail home he would be accompanied by (along with the two Hobbits) King Thranduil and Prince Legolas. Eomer was on his fastest horse, but it amounted to naught. He had to lead the Halflings, who were on small ponies named Sam and Frodo. (Pippin's pony is a girl...but no has yet figured out if Pippin knows or cares. Frodo however, refused to speak to him for a week.) Eomer gritted his teeth and listened tiredly to the elves behind him arguing.
"And what about that arrow shooting incident?" Thranduil asked hotly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You shot me in the eye with an arrow!"
"Excuse me, but it wasn't my fault! It ricocheted off the wall!" Legolas protested.
"We were OUTSIDE and I was forty feet above you in a balcony!" Thranduil screamed. "I was out of the throne for 3 weeks!"
"Well, I took over and it was fine!" Legolas argued. Thranduil glared at his son, his face red and his eyes bulging.
"You nearly burned down Mirkwood and the second day of your reign you let the spiders take over!"
"Just for a day! And I thought it was kind of me, letting them have power for once."
"They rampaged through the city killing at will!"
"Yes, well...your eye is just fine, isn't it?" Legolas snapped back.
"Would you two shut up?" Eomer asked, vexed, turning in the saddle to glare at them. Suddenly, an arrow fitted in Legolas's bow was being pointed at his forehead.
"I've been shot in the butt with an arrow. Leave me alone." He growled. Eomer sighed and turned around again, shaking his head. Pippin and Merry hadn't seemed to notice any of the disturbances.
"Why'd Gandalf ever get mad at us for setting off the fireworks, anyway?" Pippin asked curiously. Merry shrugged.
"No idea. We completely turned that party around!" Merry confided.
"I know. Poor Frodo. He didn't seem to notice his party was a dud before we showed up. He's never known." Pippin said sadly.
"Eh, well, despite our schedule, booked as it may be, I'm sure that we'll be able to make it next year. Everyone'd be so disappointed if they knew we weren't coming." At this, Pippin nodded enthusiastically. Eomer listened halfheartedly to these two conversations as they followed the river Anorien north. When they finally reached Rohan, Eomer bid a not so fond farewell to the Elves and they rode off, still bickering.
"Come, Halflings, we have more miles to go." Eomer said tiredly. They stopped to rest at Edoras. Faramir was following behind, since he had stayed an extra night at Gondor. Eomer suspected he did not want to return to his wife. Merry and Pippin said a hasty hello to Eowyn and headed off to find the kitchen. Eowyn followed them, and offered to make them some soup. Pippin almost said yes, but Merry smacked him on the back and declined. He remembered Aragorn's tale of her soup. He had spent two hours behind a bush, emptying his bowels and his stomach of the 'toxic' soup. So instead, they raided the cabinets and drawers, hunting down food of all kinds and eating it.
Night fell shortly, and Merry and Pippin were given a room of their own. Merry settled under the covers and closed his eyes, but Pippin was wide awake, staring without cease at something across the room.
"Hey, Merry!" Pippin whispered, hitting his friend on the shoulder. "Look!" He hissed. Merry, without opening his eyes, replied,
"Don't even think about touching it."
"But,"
"Remember last time?"
"Yes but,"
"NO, Pip." Merry said firmly. Glaring at Merry, Pippin sank under the covers. However, none of them got much sleep because shortly after Faramir arrived home, Eowyn exploded. Her voice rang out throughout the city. Pippin couldn't make out much of it, but he did catch 'scum', 'idiot', 'fool', and 'good for nothing son of a steward'. Merry sighed and slid out of bed, vanishing out of the room. When he returned, he handed a carrot to Pippin and kept one for himself.
"Midnight snack. Oh, and you can use the leafy top to plug your ears, Pip." Merry suggested. They chewed away happily, and stuffed the leaves from the carrot inside their ears. They sank into a content sleep minutes later.
As useful as the leaves were, the maid who came to wake them screamed and ran out, dashing to Eomer's room and claiming that either the Hobbits were very sick or were no longer just Hobbits. Eomer, very grumpily, got up and stomped into the Hobbit's room. Wearily, he showed her the leaves.
"Ear plugs, Jenna. Merely ear plugs." He told her. The maid blushed.
"Right, Sire." Jenna said demurely, hurrying away. The Hobbits were woken by Eomer, who then left and went to get dressed. After breakfast, (during which the Hobbits ate nearly half the kitchen) they saddled up again, passing a forlorn and haggard looking Faramir. Eomer looked at him with pity.
"I'll be back soon." He assured him. Faramir nodded and gingerly rubbed his cheek, where he remembered the thorough slapping his wife had given him.
"Hurry." Faramir said glumly, settling back into his makeshift bed in the stable.