There I go again, inserting my ideas into Tolkiens script. This is fairly self-explainitory, takes place directly before the palantir scene (which I still can't watch without flinching on behalf of poor Pip...) two speakers, not as fluffy as some of my earlier writings.
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“Merry?”
“Hm?”
“Where do you think Frodo and Sam are, at this exact moment?”
“Asleep, if they’re smart.”
“You’re never serious when I need you to be. I mean, do you think that they’ve destroyed the Ring?”
“If they have, I’d think we would’ve had more evidence. Something like an earthquake or such.”
“Well, perhaps you’re right. *sigh* I was just wondering. Do you think they’ve made it to Mordor yet?”
*shrugs* “I have no idea. Maybe.”
“I was just wondering if they were okay. Just wondering if something has happened to them. What if the enemy wins? *softly* What if everything is for naught?”
*heavy sigh* “I’m not going to get any sleep am I? What’s the problem?”
“There’s no problem.”
“Pippin, whenever you start musing about the fate of the world, you have something on your mind.”
“It’s just that…….ball thing.”
*rolls eyes* “What about it?”
“Doesn’t it….interest you? At all?”
“No.”
“I mean, it came from Isengard and it’s obviously something important.”
“And your point would be?”
“I held it. For just a second, but I knew it was something… interesting. Important. Magical, even.”
“That probably means it’s dangerous.”
“Gandalf is magical-“
“And he’s much more dangerous than he appears. You know that. He’s a wizard, and wizards are dangerous. Now, you had better go to sleep and I don’t want to hear any more musing about Rings and ball thingies.”
*gets up* “In a second. I just want to look at it…just once more…..”
“Pippin, don’t….Pippin…..…..PIPPIN!!”