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How long they had been cramped in the sacks was hard to say, but Pippin was beginning to wonder how long one's ankles could sit next to ones head without their growing together.
He was cramped.
He was hungry; they hadn't eaten in hours! Did the elf want them to starve?
He wouldn't complain; Merry hadn't, and this wasn't Merry's fault.
He wished Merry would complain.
How much farther till the Shire?
He wondered if the elf would drop them off at the borders or carry them all the way to their front doors.
That was an alarming thought.
He could only imagine what his father would say about this.
He would have been better off sticking to plundering mushrooms.
If only he could get his feet away from his head.
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