"I'm Peregrin Took," Pippin ventured. "Knight of the City and of the Mark. Friend to--"
The guards glanced at each other, their faces suffused with mirth. Pippin could have sworn that the taller of the two winked at his companion, but it must have been an effect of the flickering torch-light as it shifted fitfully in the narrow passage.
"Pull the other one, it's got bells on it," said the tall guard, pushing Pippin ahead as they reached the top of the circular staircase. "Down you go, my lad, and no more sauce. Next thing you'll be saying you're Mithrandir himself in clever guise."
Pippin was about to observe that not even Gandalf had the power to impersonate a Took, but there was a gloved hand at his back, a rattle of pikes against cold stone, and nowhere to go except--
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Date: 2006-01-26 08:04 am (UTC)The guards glanced at each other, their faces suffused with mirth. Pippin could have sworn that the taller of the two winked at his companion, but it must have been an effect of the flickering torch-light as it shifted fitfully in the narrow passage.
"Pull the other one, it's got bells on it," said the tall guard, pushing Pippin ahead as they reached the top of the circular staircase. "Down you go, my lad, and no more sauce. Next thing you'll be saying you're Mithrandir himself in clever guise."
Pippin was about to observe that not even Gandalf had the power to impersonate a Took, but there was a gloved hand at his back, a rattle of pikes against cold stone, and nowhere to go except--
"Where are we going?"