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Post by Skyla Artha on Jul 2, 2006 12:09:29 GMT -5
The young hobbit Sat weeping beside the bed Where his friend lay As if dead Aragorn, son of Arathron Came and told him not to weep He was not dead Yet not far from it "Do not worry, young Peregrin Took For the hands of the king Are hands of a healer as well." Instantly he went to work A certain herb he had to find So to the herbalists he did go A certain herb he asked of them Aethlias was its name No one had ever heard of such a plant Another name he mentioned Kingsfoil, now that they had Pippin hung around worridly Knowing that his kinsman would die Without the aid of Aragorn Taking hold of his hand Peregrin whispered gently So that no one else could hear "Don't worry, Merry Aragorn will save you. You can't leave me here Alone to face the darkness." A silent tear fell down his face Soon he was ushered out For Aragorn to work his healings Nervously, Pippin waited outside the door Until Gandalf came and calmed his nerves After what seemed like years Aragorn came out "Worry no more For Meridoc Brandybuck Is quite alive and well. Go and see him if you wish." Pippin hurried into the room "Merry!" he cried As he ran towards the bed "Pippin!" Merry said Just as strongly as Pippin He was now propped up With a couple of pillows With a strong embrace They held each other As only kinsmen can. The tears flowed freely AS rain from the heavens The tension in the room Fell away like a curtain A dark curtain revealing a bright light
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