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etc. (Except for the plot I created) It belongs to Tolkein, New Line
Cinema, and Peter Jackson and co.
Pippin and Merry stared forlornly at the small jug of water they had brought back. It had been hardly enough for half a row of pipe weed.
"How is this going to work?" Pippin mused. Merry sighed and clapped Pippin on the shoulder.
"It was a good plan Pippin. Too bad we couldn't get enough water." He said sadly, turning away.
"Wait!" Pippin cried excitedly. "I know how we can get more water!" Pippin's eyes gleamed with an idea...
"PULL! C'mon there, horse, get a move on!" Merry shouted. The horse Pippin had traded for was pulling a bath tub back towards Isengard. It was filled to the brim with Ent Draught, and was making halting progress towards the rows of pipeweed. Merry and Pippin each held two jugs of the same substance, and were now encouraging the horse to pull faster. After a long time, the horse reached the destination, nearly foaming at the mouth and slick with sweat. Merry and Pippin worked hard, emptying their jugs and then filling them in the tub, only to spill them out over the plants again. It took awhile, but finally they were finished. Exhausted from the strain of the work, they headed inside and flopped down in their beds as the moon rose high. If they hadn't been in such deep sleeps, they would have heard a strange moaning and groaning from down below them. Because the Hobbits were so exhausted from lugging the bath tub, they slept until noon. When Merry finally rejoined the living world, the first thing that met his ears was a loud trumpeting and thumping sound. Moaning, he turned over and shoved his hands over his ears.
"Pip! Get up! Sam must've forgotten to feed Bill the pony again!" He grumbled. Pippin gave a loud snore. Frustrated, Merry picked up a spoon off the bedside table and chucked it at Pippin. Pippin sat up with a start, looking around frantically.
"All right, all right!" He yawned. He swung his feet out of bed and shuffled over to the balcony. He looked out, yawned again and turned around, seeing nothing wrong and ready to go back to bed. Suddenly, he whirled back around.
"Merry! Merry! C'mere, look at this!" He shrieked, near hysterics. Grumbling, Merry slid out of bed and joined Pippin, his eyes widening. Below them, looking like dried out Ents, the pipeweed was up and walking and bellowing, nearly twelve feet tall.
Pippin and Merry stared forlornly at the small jug of water they had brought back. It had been hardly enough for half a row of pipe weed.
"How is this going to work?" Pippin mused. Merry sighed and clapped Pippin on the shoulder.
"It was a good plan Pippin. Too bad we couldn't get enough water." He said sadly, turning away.
"Wait!" Pippin cried excitedly. "I know how we can get more water!" Pippin's eyes gleamed with an idea...
"PULL! C'mon there, horse, get a move on!" Merry shouted. The horse Pippin had traded for was pulling a bath tub back towards Isengard. It was filled to the brim with Ent Draught, and was making halting progress towards the rows of pipeweed. Merry and Pippin each held two jugs of the same substance, and were now encouraging the horse to pull faster. After a long time, the horse reached the destination, nearly foaming at the mouth and slick with sweat. Merry and Pippin worked hard, emptying their jugs and then filling them in the tub, only to spill them out over the plants again. It took awhile, but finally they were finished. Exhausted from the strain of the work, they headed inside and flopped down in their beds as the moon rose high. If they hadn't been in such deep sleeps, they would have heard a strange moaning and groaning from down below them. Because the Hobbits were so exhausted from lugging the bath tub, they slept until noon. When Merry finally rejoined the living world, the first thing that met his ears was a loud trumpeting and thumping sound. Moaning, he turned over and shoved his hands over his ears.
"Pip! Get up! Sam must've forgotten to feed Bill the pony again!" He grumbled. Pippin gave a loud snore. Frustrated, Merry picked up a spoon off the bedside table and chucked it at Pippin. Pippin sat up with a start, looking around frantically.
"All right, all right!" He yawned. He swung his feet out of bed and shuffled over to the balcony. He looked out, yawned again and turned around, seeing nothing wrong and ready to go back to bed. Suddenly, he whirled back around.
"Merry! Merry! C'mere, look at this!" He shrieked, near hysterics. Grumbling, Merry slid out of bed and joined Pippin, his eyes widening. Below them, looking like dried out Ents, the pipeweed was up and walking and bellowing, nearly twelve feet tall.