"A likely story. Do you think you to be clever? You small ones.. Should I be fooled to think you are innocent as they come? To let my guard down and strike me when I'm vulnerable?"
A wrinkle creased tween brows with the blade just nicking at his throat, though not nearly enough to draw blood. ++
Pippin swallowed hard in fear. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as Bilbo used to say. He only hopes Merry is alright.
He slowly raises his hands to show he has no weapons.
“Please, I — I was captured an’ I’ve only just escaped. If — If I can only have one bite, then I’ll be on my way.”