Merry had just got the fire going when his uncle ran into the room, and forgetting Merry was there, placed Pippin gently on his bed, and turned around to get the healer when...

"Pip...." Merry froze at the sight of his best friend lying motionless on the bed, eyes tightly shut, and face and body pale as death.

"Oh no, Merry!" Paladin looked at his nephew, then ran over to catch the second limp form of another dearly loved hobbit.

"Oh no!" Tina had entered the room just in time to see Merry fall backwards after seeing his cousin. "Poor thing!" Paladin propped him up on a chair then ran back to his son.

"He'll be fine Tina, he's just in shock, that's all. Where is that accursed healer?" He was growing impatient, his son was lying here, dying while the healer was no where to be found then, BANG, the door flew open on its hinges as healer Irene Proudfoot entered the room.

"What has happened Paladin, your two girls just found me, crying their eyes out, couldn't understand what they were... Oh my!" She had spotted Pippin lying on the bed.

"What happened to him?"

"He had gone outside for reasons unknown, then he fell through the ice, wearing nothing but his shirt and trousers, that was a few hours ago, my friend and I found him ten minuets ago lying under a layer of snow."

"Dear me!" And for a moment just stood there, allowing this to sink in. How could he have survived? Pippin was born early, he never had a strong immune system... And yet... Paladin looked at her pleading, and she snapped out of her world, and back into the present. "Ok, Tina I need you to make him a bath of very hot water, almost to the point where you can't stand to touch it. Paladin, you go boil some water for some tea" Both of the hobbits ran off to do her bidding as quickly as possible, wanting to help their son.

Ten minuets later Eglantine rushed back into the room "We made him a bath, like you said, and..." But the healer was way ahead of her, she had already snatched up the child, and to her dismay, he felt cold as ice. She ran with him in her arms to the tub. Eglantine ran after her. Come on Pippin! Irene thought, still in full sprint to the tub.

Steam was rising from the small basin in which Tina had put the hot water, but that didn't matter to the healer, she needed to get this boy heated up and quickly otherwise... She finally reached the tub, and not only plunged Pippin in, but jumped right in herself, holding pippin's limp form on her lap, rubbing his arms and legs feverishly, trying to get the blood circulating again. Come on Pippin, heat up! She kept rubbing him and drenching him with the hot liquid until the bath started to cool down. Pulling herself and Pippin up out of the tub, she took two huge towels and wrapped both around the boy. She threw another towel over her shoulder, but right now she couldn't listen to her mind telling her to dry off, because if the boy got too cold again... her mind shuddered at the thought.