Chapter 19: Pippin's Lucky Break
By Archet
19. DO NOT under any circumstances spit of Balin's tomb, unless you WANT to be killed by Gimli
"Here lies Balin, son of Fundin," Gandalf read aloud from the square gravestone. Gimli sobbed. Loudly. Balin was dead. It was a tragedy. Tears poured down Gimli's face as he tried remember last time he saw the old dwarf. Gimli sniffed louder as Gandalf, oblivious to the crying dwarf, kicked over another skeleton while reaching for some black book. Wails echoed through the cavern, making Legolas wince.
"Shut up Gimli," hissed the elf, startling the dwarf into silence for a brief moment, "Unless you want every Orc in a hundred miles radius to know where we're hiding, you need to be quiet."
Gimli just cried louder. Legolas face-palmed while the two men in their Company peered over Gandalf's shoulder at some old musty book. It looked boring.
The four hobbits crowded on the opposite end of the tombstone. Legolas could see Sam's big brown worry-filled eyes peer over the edge of the stone.
"This is a bad idea," he whispered quietly to the other hobbits and whatever bugs happened to be in the vicinity.
Nobody listened, of course. Not even the bugs.
Because a few seconds later came a ghastly noise.
A glob of spit landed on the tombstone.
"What?" asked Pippin innocently, "I had a bad taste in my mouth."
Thank god the Orcs attacked at that second.
And that Gandalf can perform memory-erasing spells. Or Pippin probably would've died.
Really.
We wouldn't want that, would we. Then there would've been no one to be an idiot and look in the Palantir.
Except Merry. He probably could've done it.
I sat and thought for over a minute about what to write here...and then gave up pitifully. Review!