“You’re getting sick again.”
Everything around the Greenleaf family was hayness. Everywhere Pippinlee went she got little apologies from everyone for even making fun of her in the least bit, and get well wishes. Pippinlee’s illness wasn’t contagious, unlike her smile or laugh, witch would be a good thing. But, she was happy. Pippinlee didn’t have a disease, but was only very easy to get sick(sights or smells didn’t), only at a different place than her home though. But, they had only been there for one day and Pippinlee was already sick! But, what was even sader, the Greenleafs weren’t going home, Pippinlee was. But she didn’t know that.
Poor Pippinlee, walking around all of Minas Tirith, looking for somebody to talk to her, and not even getting a word in to tell them that she felt better! The reason why: she had made a special antidote with Gandalf’s aid for that very reason, so that she wouldn’t get sick. It was a small mixture of some leaves from one of her favorite trees, the smallest drop of the river, and even a little bit of Athelas (kingsfoil for all you hobbits out there! ). Not to mention some magic, curtesy of Gandalf the White.
Pippinlee wandered aimlessly around the palace, looking for somebody who would talk about something other than her family having to go back home. Suddenly, she spied the perfect person. She’d have to walk up quietly though, without his knowing, otherwise he would run away. Pippinlee snuck up care fully to the tall elf and grabbed his shoulder. Glorfindel screamed in surprise and Pippinlee squealed with laughter. “Come on!” she whispered to him.
Glorfindel looked dumbly at the little elf, wondering what she meant by that. Pippinlee motioned for him to follow her as she quickly turned around and started walking for the door. She opened it quietly and ran for the stables. Glorfindel then caught her drift, but there was no escape now, Pippinlee was too fast, and her horse, even faster. The only choices, to either follow her, or bring her to try to crack the guards of the Citadel(poor thing just loved to try to get those guards to laugh). But, since he didn’t think of that othe option, he had to come.
Once they entered the stables Pippinlee started tacking Ariago up for another crazy adventure.
Glorfindel entered the stables looking…dumbfounded! “Why must you make every second of your life an adventure that I almost ALWAYS get dragged into?!” he asked.
“I thought that you liked it?” said Pippinlee with a puppy dawg(I have to spell it “dawg”, why? UGA’s mascot was only bred in the same city that I live! sorry, you can read the story now!) look.
“I do… sometimes! It’s just that most of the times you plan them with me!”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Pippinlee said. “Now tack up your horse!” Glorfindel jumped into action at that command from the little 5’3er. They soon finished and Pippinlee quietly walked out of the barn, her horse following her, Glorfindel leading his horse after them. They were about to make it down one of the levels when suddenly they spied an “obstacle” to freedom. That “obstacle” was Levana, who so happened to be on her way back from some mysterious appointment that neither Pippinlee nor Glorfindel had any clue about.
Knowing that Levana would spot them, Pippinlee decided to make their presence known before-hand. “Levana!” she screamed. Levana turned around all startled and Pippinlee ran towards her.
“What, Pippinlee! Your not supposed to be outside!” Levana announced.
“Well, your not supposed to go outside of the palace!” Pippinlee protested, her stubborn foot stomping against the ground.
“Well then, I guess that makes both of us disobedient princesses. Anyways, what are you doing out here, hmm? Sneaking off are you? Oh well! I guess that it would be okay, seeing as how you’ve got Glorfindel with you,” Levana sighed, still wanting to know what her little sister’s plan was. Pippinlee, guessing that her sister would still want to know, caved in and told her the whole story, plan, etc., etc. “So, that’s why your outside! I mean, when you were sick, you could hardly stand up! Does anybody else know that your alright?”
“No, you and Glorfindel are the only ones,” Pippinlee answered, her eyes gleaming with mischeviousness.
“Oh,” Levana mused.
“Yes, you and Glorfindel are the ony ones,” Pippinlee thought aloud.”And you better KEEP it that way….”
“Whoa there! I’m not about to lie to mom and dad about you! NO NO NO!”
“You won’t be lying, because they won’t be asking you.” Levana stared at Pippinlee in astonishment.
“And how so, my little sister?”
“Your coming with me! Whether you like it or not!” Pippinlee demanded.
“And how is that?”
“I WILL MAKE you!”