Hey! Ho! To the bottle I go.
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Inside the Prancing Pony, Merry and Pippin began to get comfortable.
Plenty of ale, a warm fire, good company; what more did they need?
Downing mug after mug, the two hobbits began to forget their fears from
their journey. Pippin shuddered as he remembered them. First being held
captive by that nasty willow and then being captured by the
Barrow-wights. Luckily, Tom Bombadil was there two save them both
times. But there were those Black Riders. Those were worse than any of
the others. Quickly, Pippin finished his cup and went up to the bar to
get a pint.
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
But they’ll still be many miles to go.
Freezing on a mountainside. This was not what Merry and Pippin had
expected on this quest to help Frodo. In his mind, Merry had imagined
fighting dragons and trolls and other things like in Mr. Bilbo’s tale.
But nothing was like that. Instead, he had marched for miles on end
without any breaks for meals, besides breakfast and supper. Now they
had been chased into the mountains by a flock of crows. Merry wondered
how much farther this journey would go.
Sweet is the sound of the pouring
And the stream that falls from hill to plain.
Waking from slumber, Merry could not remember for a moment where he
was. Then he remembered. The he and Pippin had been taken to the home
of Treebeard, an ent they had met. Looking around he could not find
Treebeard but saw Pippin taking a drink from a nearby pool. Hearing the
rippling stream that fed the pool, Merry closed his eyes and listened.
He could almost imagine himself back in the Shire playing near a brook.
Better than rain or rippling brook .
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!
Merry and Pippin sat upon the pile rubble enjoying themselves. They
had just come from the harrowing experience of the toppling of
Isengard. Pippin lay back on a pile of stones as if they were a pile of
feather cushions. Yes, he had exerted himself quite a bit. Taking out
his pipe, he filled it with some of the pipe weed he and Merry had
found and puffed contentedly. He then drank a bit of his beer. Ah, to
feel that wonderful liquid again inside him was a wonderful feeling