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For once you were telling the truth, but unfortunately you pulled so many pranks around camp that Aragorn didn’t believe you, and continued drilling his fingers into your belly trying to make you spill the beans.
“You’re going to have to do better than that, little one. Just tell me where you hid my sword and I’ll let you go.”
“Please! I swear I don’t know! ASK PIPPIN!” you squealed, head thrown back in helpless laughter.
This carried on for a few more moments until Pippin started to feel guilty and decided to pull the sword from its hiding place, presenting it to Aragorn with a sheepish smile.
Aragorn stopped tormenting you and looked up at Pippin holding the sword, then back down at you and said, “I seem to owe you an apology, little one.” before quickly lunging to grab Pippin, stating that it was only fair that he received the same punishment you had unjustly endured due to his actions.