I don't own LotR...
Fortunately: Merry was now out of the sack.
Unfortunately: he couldn't move.
This was annoying to say the least.
At least the elf had left them somewhat out of sight.
Pippin was stuck with his feet to his head.
This was some consolation.
Where were they going to say they had been?
Crickhollow would do for Pippin; the Tooks didn't really come that way often.
But what will he say?
He couldn't really say Crickhollow because he had to hide Frodo's departure as long as possible, and, therefore, had to promote the ignoring of the name of 'Baggins'. It was the least they could do, and all Pippin had left them with.
He could hardly say Rivendell; that would raise some eyebrows.
Ah; Bree.
He had been in Bree, and even if there was anyone nosy enough to go and ask, Barliman was in the loop.
Pip had better say the same thing; if he said anything.
He wanted so to strangle him.
He was unbending... a bit.
Pippin had also managed to pull his feet away from his head.
They lay there, panting, in a bush, by the road; and Merry hoped they would go unnoticed.
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