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Eomer was true to his word and escorted the Halflings across Rohan and onto the doorstep of Isengard.
"Welcome to Isengard. If you need anything, we're neighbors." Eomer told them. At the eager look on their faces, he hastily added "But don't drop by for just anything. If it's serious, like hordes of orcs are descending upon your land. If it's something small and trivial, like needing to borrow an egg or cup of flour, or Pippin's bleeding to death, don't bother me." With those wise, last parting words, Eomer rode off. Pippin and Merry stood gazing at Isengard, and their new home, which used to be called Orthanc.
"It needs a new name, Pip. Orthanc doesn't suit it." Indeed it didn't. The tower, which had once been a dull gray, was now shiny silver with a golden roof.
"I like Pippin Land!" Pippin said at once. Merry rolled his eyes.
"No Pip, something good like...Merry's Magic Paradise!" Merry said greedily. Pippin sighed.
"No Merry. That's stupid. Hey, what about Isen Tower?" He suggested. Merry shrugged.
"Nah. Too bland."
"I know, I know! What about Orthanc?" Merry stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"You know, if I had a beard, I'd stroke it. Orthanc...hmm...I like it! Orthanc it is!" Merry exclaimed proudly. They stood in silence for a minute. Suddenly, Pippin's mouth was off and running.
"I'm going to put a swimming pool over there, and a whole field of apples there, oh and over there a tennis court, and in that corner, I think I want cows Merry! Cows!" Pippin cried excitedly. He was about to dash off and plan some more when Merry grabbed his arm.
"Now Pip," He said in a serious tone, "We've just inherited something very big and valuable. We've got to think rationally and beneficially. Something like this requires much careful thinking." Merry cautioned to him. The dynamic duo stood in silence once again. Suddenly, they both turned to each other, their faces split into wide grins.
"PIPEWEED!" They both cried at once.
It wasn't long before their plan was put into action. The Shire folk sent up barrel by barrel of what was needed to grow pipe weed. Merry and Pippin sat inside, looking at the hundreds of barrels before them.
"We should plan today Merry. The weather's good." Pippin said, still slumped lazily in his chair. Merry was sprawled over his armchair, an apple near his lips.
"Sure. Go ahead outside Pip, and I'll be there in a minute." He promised without a thought. Pippin sighed. It was never going to get done. His gaze rested on the green tops of Fangorn.
"Unless..."
Both Hobbits were standing at the edge of the forest.
"Ready?" Merry asked. "Okay, one, two, three!"
"TREEBEARD! TREEBEARD! TREEBEARD TREEBEARD TREEBEARD TREEBEARD TREEBEARD!" They both shouted into the maze of trees until finally they heard slow, heavy footsteps coming towards them. Finally, the deep eyes of Treebeard the Ent gazed reproachfully down at them.
"Hroom hm! Hello my little noise makers! What is so hroom, important that you raise such a calamity?" He asked slowly. Pippin's eyes shone as he answered.
"We need help planting something." He said excitedly. The deep eyes in front of them suddenly seemed to glow.
"Planting something? Hroom hm! The Ents will be there!" Treebeard roared in approval, striding off again, trumpeting loudly to raise the news. Pippin strode triumphantly back to the tower and he and Merry began bringing the barrels outside. Suddenly, Merry tugged on Pippin's sleeve, looking panicked.
"Pippin! They can't plant this!" He hissed as he saw the Ents emerge from the forest, hroom-ing and trumpeting cheerfully in full force. Pippin continued to smile, thinking of how soon he'd have pipe weed everywhere and how he'd never want again.....
"Pip! Pipe weed, think! Ents and pipe weed?"
"Beautiful mix." Pippin sighed dreamily, his eyes glazed and looking off into the distance. Merry began to shake him.
"Not beautiful! Pippin, when they see the pipe weed," Merry began but Pippin swiped him away.
"Calm down Merry. You always worry. I've got it under control this time." He soothed, taking out his pipe and lighting it. He puffed away in content. By now, the Ents had reached them.
"Where is the hroom, things for planting, Master Pippin and Master hroom, Meriadoc?"
"Right there." Pippin said, pointing to a barrel while Merry glared at him, making threatening motions, like drawing his hand across his neck over and over while making angry gurgling noises. An Ent smiled kindly at him and patted him on the head a little too forcefully and knocking him onto the ground.
"There there, hroom hm, little one. Soon you will have beautiful hroom, fields." The Ent said with a gentle tone. The Ents all descended upon the barrels, nearly tearing them open in their excitement. But one by one, they all stopped and stood straight and tensely. Treebeard looked from barrel to barrel, his gaze growing more and more astonished.
"You would have us plant these, hroom hm, DEAD THINGS into these fields?" Treebeard asked in a quiet, smoldering anger. Pippin looked up, his eyes suddenly wide and understanding. He looked to where Merry was lying on the ground rubbing his head.
"Ohh." He said quietly. Merry glared at him.
"Get it now?"
"YOU WOULD HAVE US TEAR UP THESE HROOM HM, FIELDS WITH THESE HROOM PLANTS YOU HAVE DESTROYED AND DISGRACED? NEVER WILL THE ENTS DO SUCH A HROOM HM, THING!" Treebeard roared. He gently picked up one leaf. "This, this was my hroom, friend Tenberithil! I knew him since he was hm hroom, tiny acorn!" Treebeard said in a pained voice. Another Ent was drawn out of his shocked state and shouted as well.
"You might have turned our beloved herooom, Entwives into dead leaves!" He roared in anger and pain. Merry and Pippin were now backing up slowly as the Ents advanced, bellowing in rage and anger. A strange fire was lit in their eyes. Suddenly, Pippin dropped the match he had been using to light his pipe and it caught on a barrel of pipe weed. The Ents looked both outraged and scared as the fire began to burn and grew higher.
"FIRE! HROOM HM, OUR ENEMY! RETREAT!" One of them shouted. The Ents began to head back into the forest. Pippin shrieked as the pipe weed burned. Immediately, he began to beat out the fire with his cloak. When the fire was out, he and Merry stared after the retreating pipe weed.
"Well...that went well." Pippin said in a dejected voice as they looked over the army of opened barrels.
"I guess we'll have to...do it ourselves?" Merry said in a slow voice. Pippin cringed.
"Okay."
MORE TO COME!
Eomer was true to his word and escorted the Halflings across Rohan and onto the doorstep of Isengard.
"Welcome to Isengard. If you need anything, we're neighbors." Eomer told them. At the eager look on their faces, he hastily added "But don't drop by for just anything. If it's serious, like hordes of orcs are descending upon your land. If it's something small and trivial, like needing to borrow an egg or cup of flour, or Pippin's bleeding to death, don't bother me." With those wise, last parting words, Eomer rode off. Pippin and Merry stood gazing at Isengard, and their new home, which used to be called Orthanc.
"It needs a new name, Pip. Orthanc doesn't suit it." Indeed it didn't. The tower, which had once been a dull gray, was now shiny silver with a golden roof.
"I like Pippin Land!" Pippin said at once. Merry rolled his eyes.
"No Pip, something good like...Merry's Magic Paradise!" Merry said greedily. Pippin sighed.
"No Merry. That's stupid. Hey, what about Isen Tower?" He suggested. Merry shrugged.
"Nah. Too bland."
"I know, I know! What about Orthanc?" Merry stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"You know, if I had a beard, I'd stroke it. Orthanc...hmm...I like it! Orthanc it is!" Merry exclaimed proudly. They stood in silence for a minute. Suddenly, Pippin's mouth was off and running.
"I'm going to put a swimming pool over there, and a whole field of apples there, oh and over there a tennis court, and in that corner, I think I want cows Merry! Cows!" Pippin cried excitedly. He was about to dash off and plan some more when Merry grabbed his arm.
"Now Pip," He said in a serious tone, "We've just inherited something very big and valuable. We've got to think rationally and beneficially. Something like this requires much careful thinking." Merry cautioned to him. The dynamic duo stood in silence once again. Suddenly, they both turned to each other, their faces split into wide grins.
"PIPEWEED!" They both cried at once.
It wasn't long before their plan was put into action. The Shire folk sent up barrel by barrel of what was needed to grow pipe weed. Merry and Pippin sat inside, looking at the hundreds of barrels before them.
"We should plan today Merry. The weather's good." Pippin said, still slumped lazily in his chair. Merry was sprawled over his armchair, an apple near his lips.
"Sure. Go ahead outside Pip, and I'll be there in a minute." He promised without a thought. Pippin sighed. It was never going to get done. His gaze rested on the green tops of Fangorn.
"Unless..."
Both Hobbits were standing at the edge of the forest.
"Ready?" Merry asked. "Okay, one, two, three!"
"TREEBEARD! TREEBEARD! TREEBEARD TREEBEARD TREEBEARD TREEBEARD TREEBEARD!" They both shouted into the maze of trees until finally they heard slow, heavy footsteps coming towards them. Finally, the deep eyes of Treebeard the Ent gazed reproachfully down at them.
"Hroom hm! Hello my little noise makers! What is so hroom, important that you raise such a calamity?" He asked slowly. Pippin's eyes shone as he answered.
"We need help planting something." He said excitedly. The deep eyes in front of them suddenly seemed to glow.
"Planting something? Hroom hm! The Ents will be there!" Treebeard roared in approval, striding off again, trumpeting loudly to raise the news. Pippin strode triumphantly back to the tower and he and Merry began bringing the barrels outside. Suddenly, Merry tugged on Pippin's sleeve, looking panicked.
"Pippin! They can't plant this!" He hissed as he saw the Ents emerge from the forest, hroom-ing and trumpeting cheerfully in full force. Pippin continued to smile, thinking of how soon he'd have pipe weed everywhere and how he'd never want again.....
"Pip! Pipe weed, think! Ents and pipe weed?"
"Beautiful mix." Pippin sighed dreamily, his eyes glazed and looking off into the distance. Merry began to shake him.
"Not beautiful! Pippin, when they see the pipe weed," Merry began but Pippin swiped him away.
"Calm down Merry. You always worry. I've got it under control this time." He soothed, taking out his pipe and lighting it. He puffed away in content. By now, the Ents had reached them.
"Where is the hroom, things for planting, Master Pippin and Master hroom, Meriadoc?"
"Right there." Pippin said, pointing to a barrel while Merry glared at him, making threatening motions, like drawing his hand across his neck over and over while making angry gurgling noises. An Ent smiled kindly at him and patted him on the head a little too forcefully and knocking him onto the ground.
"There there, hroom hm, little one. Soon you will have beautiful hroom, fields." The Ent said with a gentle tone. The Ents all descended upon the barrels, nearly tearing them open in their excitement. But one by one, they all stopped and stood straight and tensely. Treebeard looked from barrel to barrel, his gaze growing more and more astonished.
"You would have us plant these, hroom hm, DEAD THINGS into these fields?" Treebeard asked in a quiet, smoldering anger. Pippin looked up, his eyes suddenly wide and understanding. He looked to where Merry was lying on the ground rubbing his head.
"Ohh." He said quietly. Merry glared at him.
"Get it now?"
"YOU WOULD HAVE US TEAR UP THESE HROOM HM, FIELDS WITH THESE HROOM PLANTS YOU HAVE DESTROYED AND DISGRACED? NEVER WILL THE ENTS DO SUCH A HROOM HM, THING!" Treebeard roared. He gently picked up one leaf. "This, this was my hroom, friend Tenberithil! I knew him since he was hm hroom, tiny acorn!" Treebeard said in a pained voice. Another Ent was drawn out of his shocked state and shouted as well.
"You might have turned our beloved herooom, Entwives into dead leaves!" He roared in anger and pain. Merry and Pippin were now backing up slowly as the Ents advanced, bellowing in rage and anger. A strange fire was lit in their eyes. Suddenly, Pippin dropped the match he had been using to light his pipe and it caught on a barrel of pipe weed. The Ents looked both outraged and scared as the fire began to burn and grew higher.
"FIRE! HROOM HM, OUR ENEMY! RETREAT!" One of them shouted. The Ents began to head back into the forest. Pippin shrieked as the pipe weed burned. Immediately, he began to beat out the fire with his cloak. When the fire was out, he and Merry stared after the retreating pipe weed.
"Well...that went well." Pippin said in a dejected voice as they looked over the army of opened barrels.
"I guess we'll have to...do it ourselves?" Merry said in a slow voice. Pippin cringed.
"Okay."
MORE TO COME!