CHAPTER TWO
TRUMPKIN
Trumpkin was lying on the floor of the row-boat, gagged and tied. He could hardly hear what was being said by the two Telmarines because they were keeping their voices as low as they could. Before he knew what was happening, Trumpkin was being picked up by the arms and feet and one of the Telmarines was saying, "This should be far enough"
Trumpkin was frantic with fear. He shut his eyes, telling himself that this wasn't happening, that he was at home, asleep and all this was just a very bad dream. When he opened his eyes again, there was a dwarf, sitting on a rock. He seemed, to Trumpkin, like a gruff, grumpy fellow who cared very much for nothing but his beard. In his hand, he held a comb and appeared to be running it through his long, ginger beard. Trumpkin couldn't believe it. He closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. The next thing he knew, Trumpkin was in the exact position that the other dwarf was in, and was staring into a puddle at his feet. He couldn't help but think, 'what in the world just happened?'
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