About an hour later, Legolas returned from the chase.

"Did you catch him?" Aragorn asked, eager for his turn to pummel the dwarf.

"No," Legolas admitted. "He was so terrified that he ran straight into the girl's washroom, and I was certainly not that desperate to catch him."

Aragorn laughed. "Well, I don't blame you there."

The elf smiled. "I think it will be awhile before we hear from him again."

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Dusk was settling in over Rivendell. Another hour or two and it would be completely dark. Cautiously, Gimli cracked open the door and peeked out of the girl's bathroom.

'Whew! I think he's gone,' he thought to himself.

With another quick scan of the area, he determined that it was safe and scurried out of the bathroom towards his room. Once there, he snuggled up with his favorite blanket, vowing not to play another prank on Legolas and Aragorn… For tonight, at least.

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"Frodo and Sam!" a gruff voice hissed from behind them.

Startled, the two Hobbits jumped. Out of the shadow emerged Gandalf's form.

"No, no," he reassured them, seeing the frightened look on their faces. "I am not coming to get back at you. Don't be such a fool of a Baggins and Gamgee."

Both of them visibly relaxed and let out a sigh.

"What's the idea of sneaking up on us like that then?" Sam grumbled.

"I didn't wish for anyone to see us," Gandalf told him. "I need your help. I said I was not coming to get back at you, which is true, but I am going to get revenge on that fool of a Took."

"Come on, Sam," Frodo grinned. "What do you say about having a little fun with Pippin tonight?"

"I suppose we could," Sam agreed thoughtfully. "What do you want us to do?"

Gandalf carefully explained their part in the act to the two Halflings.

Frodo giggled. "That's a great idea. I can't wait!"

Gandalf sent them off to hurriedly return to their room, not wanting anything to seem amiss, as he too retreated to his quarters.

Having arrived, he sat on his bed quietly, eagerly waiting for his chance to finally get his revenge on Pippin. Outside the window, the moon shone brightly. Gandalf could not help but chuckle to himself. Just a little bit longer until he could be sure that everyone had retired for the night.

The wizard had purposely delayed playing a prank on the Hobbit. To be blunt about it, the boy was not the sharpest tool in the shed. By now, he had likely forgotten all about the incident, and would not be expecting Gandalf to give him a visit tonight. Of course, this would have been a great time for Pippin to expect the unexpected.

Gandalf rose from his bed and stealthily darted out his door, making his way to where the Hobbits slept. He carefully finished his prank and went back to his quarters to await the morning.

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The next morning, Frodo and Sam sneaked out of their room, careful not to disturb Pippin who lay in his bed, awake yet grumpy about the fact, much like any morning. Luckily, Merry had all ready left for breakfast, so the two Hobbits did not have to worry about him interfering with the plan.

They reached the green grass where Gandalf was waiting for them, just under the small balcony that extended from their room. The wizard grinned at the sight of them and, after a moment, gave them the signal.

"Pippin!" Frodo and Sam cried in unison. "Get up and come outside. There's a feast!"

Not one to pass up a chance for food, Pippin rolled out of his bed and made his way to the balcony. He noticed that the railing was missing, but paid no mind, as he was preoccupied with the thought of eating. Nearing the edge, his foot landed on slippery wax. He desperately tried to maintain his balance, but every time he put his foot down, it landed in the same substance, and he slipped again, closer to the edge of the balcony, until he fell right off.

However, this was not the end of young Pippin's adventure. Falling through the air, he clamped his eyes shut, waiting for the painful impact on the hard ground. What he really landed on was far from hard. In fact, it was spongy, somewhat sticky, and smelled good, too.

He opened his eyes to discover he was stuck inside a big, green blob – a blob that tasted like lime Jello, most likely because it was lime Jello. Outside of this great mound of yummy goodness, Frodo and Sam were literally rolling on the floor, err… ground laughing.

Gandalf stood, grinning wide, pointing at Pippin triumphantly.

"I have gotten you!" he cackled. "You never saw it coming, you fool of a Took! I suppose now you will think twice before you mess with a wizard. Let me warn you ahead of time – I still have a large supply of multi-flavored Jello at my disposal!"

Gandalf and the two Hobbits continued to banter the poor Pippin, trapped inside a word of jiggling lime flavor. Finally losing interest, they began to part ways. Distressed, Pippin attempted to protest their leaving him in such a condition, but all he achieved was obtaining a large mouthful of lime Jello. He found that it was actually quite tasty.

Pippin's face brightened a shade, realizing that he still had had naught to eat since the previous night. He could eat his way right out of his predicament! He opened his mouth wide for another bite.

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More than an hour later, Pippin lay on the ground where the mound of Jello used to be, groaning.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing…" he moaned.

"Pip? What are you doing down here?" Merry asked, happening to catch sight of him as he was passing by on his way back from breakfast.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing…" he repeated.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Merry questioned him, helping him to his feet.

"I can't believe…"

Slap!

"Cut it out, Pippin!" Merry insisted. "Tell me what happened."

"Okay, fine," Pippin consented. "Gandalf played a prank on me last night. I think Frodo and Sam were in on it, too. They booby-trapped the balcony so I would fall into a bit pit of… of… of…"

Pippin sneezed. In doing so, a green substance flew from his nose and onto the ground, right by Merry's foot.

"Pippin!" Merry cried. "That's disgusting."

"No," Pippin protested. "It's not what you think it is. You see, what I fell into was a big pit of lime Jello, and I had to eat all of it to escape! But while I was stuck in it, some of it must have gotten up my nose."

"That's ridiculous," Merry argued.

"It's true!"

When Merry still refused to believe him, Pippin reached to the ground and picked up the same green substance that had just flown from his nostrils a moment earlier. Before the hobbit could know what he was doing, Pippin shoved the matter into Merry's mouth.

"Eww!" Merry cried, a look of shock and disgust on his face. "That's sickening! It's repulsive, revolting… nauseating even! It's… Hey, that's actually pretty good. Okay, so maybe it was lime Jello."

"I told you!" Pippin groaned.

"Well it's not my fault, you know," Merry said. "You should stay out of mounds of lime Jello from now on."

Pippin glared at him. "I will be sure to follow that advice from now on. Now help me back up to our room. I think I'm going to be sick."

Merry helped his fellow Hobbit, who was beginning to look a shade like lime Jello, back inside and to his bed.

"Merry," Pippin called as his friend began to leave the room.

"What?" Merry replied.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing…"

Pippin heard the sound of the bedroom door slamming almost before his sentence was finished.

A/N:You got a quick update! Thank the glorious weekend. Leave me a review on the way out.