This is Arimae. I don't own LotR. I wish I did. I do not. The end. Rhovanion, Revion and Bregolien are mine, though.
I realize that I haven't updated in a while. Sorry 'bout that.
"Which way home?" asked Pippin.
"The way we're going."
"Oh... That's nice."
"Pippin, why else would we be going this way?"
"Food, I guess. You know, mushrooms would be nice on a day like today."
"When wouldn't they?"
"I don't know."
"Well we haven't got any."
"I know..."
There was a long pause; Pippin didn't know what to say. It was plain that Merry was angry, and he knew he deserved it.
"Merry?" he asked, after a while.
"What?"
"I'm sorry."
Merry sighed, "Let's just keep walking, Pip."
Pippin was quiet for a while after that.
He knew Merry was worried; he was, too. They had both seen what the black riders had done to Frodo.
But Merry had never been mad at him this long, before. Annoyed? Yes. But this...
'I guess I deserve it,' he thought.
Well, here you go! I've been phone-reading for the longest time, since my computer broke...
I know it's short.
Please review!
~Arimae