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"Fool of a Tuk!" Gandalf hits me with my staff. 

He cloaks the eye after I told him what I saw. 

"It wasn't me. Legolas told me to." I say getting up.

"What?" Gandalf looks at me.

"What?" Gimli says.

"He told me to look at it. Said something about helping Frodo and Sam out." I say.

"He told you that?" Gandalf looks at me.

"Yeah. I thought he was acting a little bit strange to be honest. He looked like he was in a daze." I say.

I didn't mean to! Legolas told me to! I'm not a screw up all the time. Though... I fear as if I just screwed up. Mary looks at me in disappointment. Am I just a disappointment? I feel like I'm letting everyone down. 

"How strange?" Gandalf asks.

"His voice... sounded like he was sick. There was a bit of a different language. Not elvish." I say.

"The black tongue of Mordor." Aragorn says.

"What does it mean?" I ask.

"There's something gravely wrong with him! We got to stop him from going off the deep end!" Gimli yells.

"Pipin, come with me." Gandalf says.

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