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etc. (Except for the plot I created) It belongs to Tolkein, New Line
Cinema, and Peter Jackson and co.
When they woke the next morning, the pair of Hobbits rushed to the windows.
"Where is it?" Pippin cried excitedly, as they ran out to the balcony. "Where's the pipe weed?" He shouted. They hit the railing of the balcony hard, nearly tumbling over the edge in their haste. They both stared in confusion.
"But...where is it?" Merry asked, blinking rapidly, trying to process.
"But we did everything right!" Pippin cried indignantly. Suddenly, it came to Merry. He smacked his friend's arm.
"Pippin, you ninny! Of course it hasn't grown yet! Don't you remember the crops in the Shire? They took weeks to grow!" Merry said with exasperation, feigning complete wisdom. Pippin's face fell in dismay.
"Weeks?! But that'll take....weeks! I can't even count how many days that could be! Merry...we...I...you...we've got to do something!" Pippin cried.
"Unless you've got another brilliant idea Pippin, we've struck out for now." Merry said glumly, resting his head in his palm.
"It's your turn for an idea, Merry." Pippin told him accusingly.
"Wait! What if we, no, that'll never work." Merry sighed.
"But what about, nah. That won't work either." Pippin said sadly.
"What if... never mind."
"But what about- forget it." The Hobbits stood in silence. They were at a stalemate. A few minutes passed....then a few more.....then ten more.....then more minutes passed....then some more minutes passed....a couple more right here...woah, twenty minutes just zoomed by right here...and then SUDDENLY!
"I've got it!" Merry cried, excited by his own brilliance.
"Let's have it!" Pippin wheedled, eager for a solution. Merry grabbed Pippin's shoulders and turned it to Fangorn Forest.
"There." Pippin's face fell, dismayed.
"There? Merry, I can't see it! All the trees are in the way!" He complained, craning his neck to try and see around or possible over the trees. Merry rolled his eyes.
"No, you nitwit. Do you remember the Ent Draught?" Merry asked slyly. Pippin sighed, sounding thoroughly exasperated and even exhausted.
"Merry, how many times have we been through this? We all know I'M the taller one. I mean, come on! I'm pushing four feet, and you're...what, three foot nine?" Merry scowled.
"You're completely mental. I'M the taller one, and that's not the point! D'you remember what the Ent Draught did?"
"Yeah, we got taller. And?" Pippin said annoyed, still waiting for the point. Merry resisted the urge to throttle his friend.
"If we get the Ent Draught, we can bring it back and make the pipe weed grow!" Merry stated the obvious. Pippin's eyes suddenly lit up.
"OH!"
"C'mon Pip, just a bit further!" Merry whispered. They were creeping through the forest back to where the Ent Draught was. Faintly, the two could hear the slush of the water. They ran ahead eagerly and found it soon enough. Happily, they pulled out a jug and let the water flow in.
"This way, it'll grow in no time!" Pippin hissed, quite pleased with the way things were going. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a familiar crashing sound.
"Treebeard!" They hissed in unison. They tried to run, but instead ran in a circle and smacked into each other.
"Quick, hide it!" Merry whispered, putting the jug to Pippin's lips. Pippin began to drink it at a furious pace. Treebeard entered the clearing.
"Hroom hm! I thought you two hroom, troublemakers were going to leave us hm, alone!" He roared in indignation. "What are you hm, doing here?" He thundered.
"Nothing!" Merry answered quickly. Pippin dropped the jug to the forest floor, where it landed with a thump, and then burped satisfactorily, licking his lips.
"That was good." Suddenly, there was a loud groaning noise, and Pippin suddenly shot up. He rocketed upwards past the trees. Treebeard trumpeted with alarm, and Merry threw himself to the ground to avoid the sudden falling of leaves.
"Giant Hobbit!" Treebeard screamed, hurrying away as 'non hastily' as possible. Pippin screamed.
"Giant Hobbit? Where?" Then he saw a tiny twig running away. Frightened, he began to jump about until he felt something on his foot, and heard a tiny voice.
"Pippin! Calm down!" Merry was shouting.
"Merry?" He asked incredulously, dropping down to sit on his heels.
"You drank too much water, Pippin!" Merry shouted.
"Oh. Well how do we fix it?" Pippin asked. Merry covered his ears when Pippin spoke. The sheer size of his voice made the ground rumble.
"I don't know!" Merry yelled up. Suddenly, Merry spotted something he had never noticed before. There were a pile of breadish looking things that looked slightly like Lembas. Next to it was a tiny sign reading 'EAT IN CASE OF EMERGENCY'. This, Merry figured, was an emergency. He picked up a couple.
"Eat these!" He yelled up. Pippin extended his huge hand, and Merry placed the bread in his hand. Pippin popped it into his mouth and suddenly shrank back to his normal size.
"Let's get out of here." Pippin suggested. He quickly refilled the jug and the pair dashed out of the forest, back to Isengard.
When they woke the next morning, the pair of Hobbits rushed to the windows.
"Where is it?" Pippin cried excitedly, as they ran out to the balcony. "Where's the pipe weed?" He shouted. They hit the railing of the balcony hard, nearly tumbling over the edge in their haste. They both stared in confusion.
"But...where is it?" Merry asked, blinking rapidly, trying to process.
"But we did everything right!" Pippin cried indignantly. Suddenly, it came to Merry. He smacked his friend's arm.
"Pippin, you ninny! Of course it hasn't grown yet! Don't you remember the crops in the Shire? They took weeks to grow!" Merry said with exasperation, feigning complete wisdom. Pippin's face fell in dismay.
"Weeks?! But that'll take....weeks! I can't even count how many days that could be! Merry...we...I...you...we've got to do something!" Pippin cried.
"Unless you've got another brilliant idea Pippin, we've struck out for now." Merry said glumly, resting his head in his palm.
"It's your turn for an idea, Merry." Pippin told him accusingly.
"Wait! What if we, no, that'll never work." Merry sighed.
"But what about, nah. That won't work either." Pippin said sadly.
"What if... never mind."
"But what about- forget it." The Hobbits stood in silence. They were at a stalemate. A few minutes passed....then a few more.....then ten more.....then more minutes passed....then some more minutes passed....a couple more right here...woah, twenty minutes just zoomed by right here...and then SUDDENLY!
"I've got it!" Merry cried, excited by his own brilliance.
"Let's have it!" Pippin wheedled, eager for a solution. Merry grabbed Pippin's shoulders and turned it to Fangorn Forest.
"There." Pippin's face fell, dismayed.
"There? Merry, I can't see it! All the trees are in the way!" He complained, craning his neck to try and see around or possible over the trees. Merry rolled his eyes.
"No, you nitwit. Do you remember the Ent Draught?" Merry asked slyly. Pippin sighed, sounding thoroughly exasperated and even exhausted.
"Merry, how many times have we been through this? We all know I'M the taller one. I mean, come on! I'm pushing four feet, and you're...what, three foot nine?" Merry scowled.
"You're completely mental. I'M the taller one, and that's not the point! D'you remember what the Ent Draught did?"
"Yeah, we got taller. And?" Pippin said annoyed, still waiting for the point. Merry resisted the urge to throttle his friend.
"If we get the Ent Draught, we can bring it back and make the pipe weed grow!" Merry stated the obvious. Pippin's eyes suddenly lit up.
"OH!"
"C'mon Pip, just a bit further!" Merry whispered. They were creeping through the forest back to where the Ent Draught was. Faintly, the two could hear the slush of the water. They ran ahead eagerly and found it soon enough. Happily, they pulled out a jug and let the water flow in.
"This way, it'll grow in no time!" Pippin hissed, quite pleased with the way things were going. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a familiar crashing sound.
"Treebeard!" They hissed in unison. They tried to run, but instead ran in a circle and smacked into each other.
"Quick, hide it!" Merry whispered, putting the jug to Pippin's lips. Pippin began to drink it at a furious pace. Treebeard entered the clearing.
"Hroom hm! I thought you two hroom, troublemakers were going to leave us hm, alone!" He roared in indignation. "What are you hm, doing here?" He thundered.
"Nothing!" Merry answered quickly. Pippin dropped the jug to the forest floor, where it landed with a thump, and then burped satisfactorily, licking his lips.
"That was good." Suddenly, there was a loud groaning noise, and Pippin suddenly shot up. He rocketed upwards past the trees. Treebeard trumpeted with alarm, and Merry threw himself to the ground to avoid the sudden falling of leaves.
"Giant Hobbit!" Treebeard screamed, hurrying away as 'non hastily' as possible. Pippin screamed.
"Giant Hobbit? Where?" Then he saw a tiny twig running away. Frightened, he began to jump about until he felt something on his foot, and heard a tiny voice.
"Pippin! Calm down!" Merry was shouting.
"Merry?" He asked incredulously, dropping down to sit on his heels.
"You drank too much water, Pippin!" Merry shouted.
"Oh. Well how do we fix it?" Pippin asked. Merry covered his ears when Pippin spoke. The sheer size of his voice made the ground rumble.
"I don't know!" Merry yelled up. Suddenly, Merry spotted something he had never noticed before. There were a pile of breadish looking things that looked slightly like Lembas. Next to it was a tiny sign reading 'EAT IN CASE OF EMERGENCY'. This, Merry figured, was an emergency. He picked up a couple.
"Eat these!" He yelled up. Pippin extended his huge hand, and Merry placed the bread in his hand. Pippin popped it into his mouth and suddenly shrank back to his normal size.
"Let's get out of here." Pippin suggested. He quickly refilled the jug and the pair dashed out of the forest, back to Isengard.