I know I have not updated in a while, and I'm sorry, but I don't have the patient to write a long chapter right now. I also realize the timing is off and I have too many days in between the well and the Orcs attacking but, I think that is okay also, I hope no one minds if I cut out the orc scene almost completely.

Pippin was not feeling well. He had adopted a bad habit of always being hungry. It would have been okay if he had been in the Shire, but in Moria, The Fellowship's food supplies were fairly low. Then one day, Aragon heard footsteps behind them. Finally, after a few hours Gandalf heard them too, as did the rest of The Fellowship. What ever was following them was gaining on them. Eight of the nine could go faster so the thing would not catch them. The ninth however was too hungry to go fast. After the thing got closer Legolas Finally picked up Pippin, and they all ran. Finding a side passage, the fellowship went down it a little so they could rest. They walked into a door coming from the passage. Inside they found it met up with main passage in a giant room. Inside they found Balin's tomb. Gandalf found a book and read some things about orcs. The others looked worried but Pippin yawned. Suddenly, there was a banging on the door. Ten orcs came running in and the others set about killing them. Pippin hid behind a column and watched scared.

"Looky here" an orc said. He had spotted Pippin behind the column and ran to him sword raised. Pippin got a cut across his arm before Legolas shot the orc. That orc was the last one and no one was hurt badly. But, when they went to bandage Pippin, they found his blood was green too. Pippin groaned.

"Not again" he whined. He was tired of being green. Frodo and merry laughed. Even Gandalf looked amused.