11. Pipeweed (Gandalf, Merry, Pippin)
Quietly, the duo snuck into Gandalf's empty room; the wizard had gone to another of his numerous meetings with the elves.
"You sure this will work, Pippin?" asked Merry, as they searched the room for Gandalf's pouch of pipeweed. "He's a wizard, and might not react like Fatty did."
"Don't be silly, Merry," scoffed Pippin, as he triumphantly produced the item from a drawer. "He gets hungry and tired like everybody else, so there's no reason why he shouldn't. Pity about wasting all that pipeweed, though."
Elrond wrinkled his nose as he passed the wizard's door. Apparently Mithrandir was indulging in that distasteful habit again. Yet, something struck him as being not quite right. Tentatively, he took a longer sniff, and recognized the new constituent with some alarm. Hurrying into the room, he met the sight of Mithrandir sprawled on the floor, a silly grin plastered on his face, the reeking pipe forgotten in his hand. Quite aware of the low snickering coming from just outside the window, and deciding that his friend, for once, deserved as good as he got (and then some), he grabbed an ewer from the nearby washstand and emptied it unceremoniously over Mithrandir's head.
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