Um

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Merry
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I woke up, brushed my teeth, had breakfast, washed my face, had second breakfast, read the newspaper, opened the door to find a wheezing, dirt-covered, delerious and ill Aragorn who looked like he was about to die.

He mumbled something about joining a quest, the ring, and an angry Arwen before passing out on my frontstep. Pippin blinked before running away. Whether it was by the sight of Aragorn or by the smell I wasn't sure... but i laid him on in the hallway (No way in hell was he going near my furniture in that state) and tossed an old blanket over him.

When he woke up, i offered him tea and he accepted. I'm polite, you know. Then I kicked him out and sent him to Frodo's.

...I hope he didn't die along the way.