75 Handicapped.
If only he wasn't so small thought Pippin and not for the first time. It was fine for Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas. They had nice long legs with which to stride out but his were only little and he felt that he was running more than walking at the best of times. This mad dash from Moria was just not sustainable. True enough he had been carried by fear when they started and fear can make you perform some fantastic feats but now the immediate danger seemed to have been left behind he was, most definitely struggling to keep up.
There was a sudden rush of air over his head and he turned his head to see a long, dark arrow headed right for the Man running a few yards in front of him.
"Boromir!" Pippin yelled frantically. "Duck!"
As if in slow motion he watched the man drop and roll in one smooth movement just in time for the projectile to pass harmlessly through the spot his body had occupied a few seconds before.
"My thanks little one." Boromir gasped, regaining his feet once more.
"Come, it appears we are not out of danger yet!"
Picking up speed once more Pippin agreed wholeheartedly thinking about what would have happened if he had been a couple of feet taller. He definitely needed to revise his former opinion. These orcs were a persistent lot and he had never in his life been so happy to be short.
A/N
I would like to think that someone is out there still reading these but hey, I'll just pop this here anyway.
Many thanks if you are :)