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[rabidsamfan]

1) Pippin sauntered past the three layers of guards feeling smug. He’d finally managed to sneak Aragorn out of the Citadel the night before for a break from Kinging, and they’d gone on a glorious tear with the rest of the Fellowship, seeking out every low dive and unrespectable inn in the city before dragging themselves back up to the top of the horrid stairs and depositing the thoroughly beer-soaked Ranger in his quarters. The rest of them were still abed, even Gimli, who had an exceptionally hard head.

2) Pippin himself had decided after the third pint that not even Gandalf was planning to stay sober and since it had been his idea to go pub crawling he’d felt obligated to refrain and steer the rest of them. His virtue was paying dividends now, and he was rather looking over to gloating at Aragorn the same way he’d gloated at the others.

ETA, you might want to number your paragraph, so if the story splits into different trouserlegs of time we can follow along...

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[kimbys-place.livejournal.com]

3.What his companions did not know was that Pippin had a card up his sleeve- his great-great uncle Bramble's hangover solution. It had been a bit of work, assembling the ingredients in this faraway land, but at last, with the covert assistance of the King's assistant assistant chemist, Pippin had a wee container of the hangover remedy in his pouch. All he needed was to carefully slip it into a mug of plain water, down it, and then sit back and watch smugly while his compatriots fell one by one. However, never one to tempt Fate (at least not since the rock-throwing incident in Moria) Pippin didn't want to overdo things.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

He composed his face as he reached Aragorn's door and knocked politely. The answering groan ruined the effect however, and Pippin was grinning broadly as he pushed open the door and peeked around it at the tangle of blankets that was hunched away from the light coming in across the foot of the bed.

[dreamflower]

Biting his lip to suppress a chortle, he asked in his most solicitous tone. "Are you well, my liege?" He tiptoed silently into the room and approached the royal bed.

A single bloodshot grey eye opened briefly. "Urghh," came the mumbled response. The face shoved against the pillow with a bit of drool decorating the corner of the mouth was decorated with stubble, and the aroma of stale fumes very nearly overcame Uncle Bramble's potion. With a smirk of satisfaction, Pippin thought delightedly "Strider's back."

For King Elessar had been much in evidence in recent days, and Pippin had missed the scruffy Ranger a good deal. With a nod to himself, he wondered if he'd had similar success with Cousin Frodo, who had also been a bit too solemn.

He felt the potion in his pouch, and looked at the water pitcher that stood on the table by the bed. Should he take mercy on good old Strider, or leave him to the dubious delights of a hangover just a bit longer?

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

He decided to tease Aragorn, just a little, and went over to nudge the Man's elbow. "Hey, hey, Strider. Do you want me to tell them to fetch your breakfast yet?"

Aragorn made a strangled noise and turned a little greener. One large hand came shooting out to knock Pippin away from the bed.

Pippin, startled at finding himself turned arse over teakettle, pulled himself upright ready to protest the treatment, but he found himself backing even farther, as Aragorn hung his head over the side of the bed and was thoroughly sick.

[piratesmoon.livejournal.com]

"Threaten me with food again and I'll have you stripped of rank and tossed out of the city." Aragorn whispered. "What I need is some Bibiana."

Pippin had never heard of it and it was no use asking Merry. (Not in his current condition.) He shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I've never heard of it."

"I'm not supprised. It's just legend. Intant hangover cure."