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Merry stared stupidly at the pipeweed.
"I don't believe this!" He said in disbelief.
"What are we going to do?" Pippin asked.
"I don't know." Merry answered truthfully. "Just...wait it out. Or something."
"Let's try talking to one!" Pippin suggested eagerly. "HEY! HEY YOU! C'MERE!" Pippin shouted at a particularly close Pipeweed. It looked over at them and came closer, so large the earth seemed to shake as it walked.
"Don't talk to them Pippin!" Merry hissed.
"Well, then what are we going to do?" Pippin asked. The pipeweed was still standing below them, waiting. Merry took a deep breath.
"All right. I'm going to talk to one." He leaned over the balcony and looked down at the waiting Pipeweed. "You! Down there!"
"Yes?" The pipeweed answered, looking up expectantly. Merry's mouth opened and closed a few times before he could think of what to say next.
"You're not supposed to be alive! What are you doing anyway?" Merry asked crossly, waiting the other Pipeweed huddling together.
"We are waging war." The Pipeweed answered.
"WHAT?!" Merry and Pippin yelped in unison.
"We are going to take over this place, and be our own masters." The pipeweed said. Merry grabbed Pippin's arm and pulled him inside.
"All right Pip, I'm going to ride to Edoras and ask for Eomer's help. If they want a war, they'll get a war!" Merry said determinedly. Pippin nodded.
"And what will I do?" Merry was quiet a moment.
"You just...stay inside and don't talk to them." Merry ordered. An hour later, Merry had saddled his pony and was riding off toward Edoras. Pippin sat in his armchair.
"Here I am. Staying inside and not talking to the pipeweed."
FIVE SECONDS LATER
"Well that was boring! Now, what am I going to do?" Pippin asked himself, jumping out of his chair.
TWO HOURS LATER
Merry arrived at Isengard three hours after setting out. He put away his pony Sam and was about to go inside when he heard something familiar, coming from the back of the house. Merry quietly went to investigate. His jaw dropped.
"Tig tag tog." Pippin said joyfully, tapping the Pipeweed, who was sitting on the ground with an amused expression.
"Tog."
"Tog tag." Pippin answered. The pipeweed smiled.
"No, that's against the rules. If you want to reply 'tog tag' after a 'tog' and previously having said 'tig tag tog', then you have to put a cat in a tree and eat three waffles." The pipeweed scolded.
"Pippin! What are you doing?" Merry asked incredulously.
"I got bored." Pippin answered with a shrug.
"And you're playing TIG with a PIPEWEED?"
"Not just ANY pipeweed Merry...this is Pete." Pete raised a hand as a greeting. Merry waved back happily, then remembered he was angry.
"Pippin, your supposed to be inside! We're at war!"
"Oh, but I think I was finally starting to win!" Pippin whined. Pete shook his head.
"No, Master Peregrin, you had lost twenty seven times consecutively in a row. This was about to be twenty eight." Pete explained. Pippin sighed and nodded. Merry grabbed Pippin's shoulders and forced Pippin to face him.
"You lost at a game we MADE UP and only WE make up the rules?" He asked in shock. Pippin shook his head and smiled wisely.
"I couldn't help it. Pete has the rule book!" Pippin explained. Pete held up a rather large, thick book entitle 'The Complete and Official Rules to the Game of Tig.' Merry's jaw dropped.
"I don't believe it." He muttered. "C'mon." He snapped, dragging Merry inside. "Anyway, Eomer is rounding up the Riders of Rohan, and he's sending a messenger to Gondor. Help is on the way." Merry explained contentedly, settling down in his chair and closing his eyes, trying to forget the rule book.
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Merry stared stupidly at the pipeweed.
"I don't believe this!" He said in disbelief.
"What are we going to do?" Pippin asked.
"I don't know." Merry answered truthfully. "Just...wait it out. Or something."
"Let's try talking to one!" Pippin suggested eagerly. "HEY! HEY YOU! C'MERE!" Pippin shouted at a particularly close Pipeweed. It looked over at them and came closer, so large the earth seemed to shake as it walked.
"Don't talk to them Pippin!" Merry hissed.
"Well, then what are we going to do?" Pippin asked. The pipeweed was still standing below them, waiting. Merry took a deep breath.
"All right. I'm going to talk to one." He leaned over the balcony and looked down at the waiting Pipeweed. "You! Down there!"
"Yes?" The pipeweed answered, looking up expectantly. Merry's mouth opened and closed a few times before he could think of what to say next.
"You're not supposed to be alive! What are you doing anyway?" Merry asked crossly, waiting the other Pipeweed huddling together.
"We are waging war." The Pipeweed answered.
"WHAT?!" Merry and Pippin yelped in unison.
"We are going to take over this place, and be our own masters." The pipeweed said. Merry grabbed Pippin's arm and pulled him inside.
"All right Pip, I'm going to ride to Edoras and ask for Eomer's help. If they want a war, they'll get a war!" Merry said determinedly. Pippin nodded.
"And what will I do?" Merry was quiet a moment.
"You just...stay inside and don't talk to them." Merry ordered. An hour later, Merry had saddled his pony and was riding off toward Edoras. Pippin sat in his armchair.
"Here I am. Staying inside and not talking to the pipeweed."
FIVE SECONDS LATER
"Well that was boring! Now, what am I going to do?" Pippin asked himself, jumping out of his chair.
TWO HOURS LATER
Merry arrived at Isengard three hours after setting out. He put away his pony Sam and was about to go inside when he heard something familiar, coming from the back of the house. Merry quietly went to investigate. His jaw dropped.
"Tig tag tog." Pippin said joyfully, tapping the Pipeweed, who was sitting on the ground with an amused expression.
"Tog."
"Tog tag." Pippin answered. The pipeweed smiled.
"No, that's against the rules. If you want to reply 'tog tag' after a 'tog' and previously having said 'tig tag tog', then you have to put a cat in a tree and eat three waffles." The pipeweed scolded.
"Pippin! What are you doing?" Merry asked incredulously.
"I got bored." Pippin answered with a shrug.
"And you're playing TIG with a PIPEWEED?"
"Not just ANY pipeweed Merry...this is Pete." Pete raised a hand as a greeting. Merry waved back happily, then remembered he was angry.
"Pippin, your supposed to be inside! We're at war!"
"Oh, but I think I was finally starting to win!" Pippin whined. Pete shook his head.
"No, Master Peregrin, you had lost twenty seven times consecutively in a row. This was about to be twenty eight." Pete explained. Pippin sighed and nodded. Merry grabbed Pippin's shoulders and forced Pippin to face him.
"You lost at a game we MADE UP and only WE make up the rules?" He asked in shock. Pippin shook his head and smiled wisely.
"I couldn't help it. Pete has the rule book!" Pippin explained. Pete held up a rather large, thick book entitle 'The Complete and Official Rules to the Game of Tig.' Merry's jaw dropped.
"I don't believe it." He muttered. "C'mon." He snapped, dragging Merry inside. "Anyway, Eomer is rounding up the Riders of Rohan, and he's sending a messenger to Gondor. Help is on the way." Merry explained contentedly, settling down in his chair and closing his eyes, trying to forget the rule book.
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