A Merry Moment
Merry could still hear Theoden’s ringing cry, “Death!”, and Eowyn’s
quiet, “Whatever happens, stay with me” in his mind. He’d been as
caught up by the charge as any of the brave Rohirrim who rode around
But this time, no warrior needed to sacrifice himself to save a small
Hobbit. Merry would do his own fighting. And even as she’d said she
would protect him, Merry had vowed in his heart to protect Eowyn.
Battle had been fast and fierce, with no time to think. Just twist,
duck and slash. And then...
A tear trickled down his filthy cheek as he remembered the sight
of his King dying. He’d only been with Theoden a short time,
nevertheless his young heart was sorely grieved at the loss. As he
gazed at the sky he could see again Eowyn confronting the horrible
thing that had killed her uncle. He’d done his best to help her, to
save her, by stabbing it from behind. He had not anticipated the shock
that had flung him to the ground. Even as he’d tried to clear his head
he’d heard his Lady cry out and then it had been as if a small
windstorm erupted in the middle of the battlefield. Just as he
struggled to rise a wounded warg had collapsed on top of him, crushing
him to the ground.
Now, barely able to breathe, he thought back on all that had happened
since he and Pippin had gone to pay a visit to Farmer Maggot’s fields.
He’d told Pippin once that it had been a mistake to leave the Shire,
but now he knew that wasn’t true. They’d had parts to play in this
quest, just as had Frodo and Sam.
He sent a silent wave of encouragement to them, wherever they might be
now. As his eyes finally drifted shut, his final thought was murmured
softly aloud, “Pippin.”