A Letter for Merry
1484...In the spring of the year
a message came from Rohan to Buckland that King Eomer wished to see
Master Holdwine once again. Meriadoc was then old (102) but still hale.
He took counsel with his friend the Thain, and soon after they handed
over their goods and offices to their sons and rode away over Sarn
Ford, and they were not seen again in the Shire. It was heard after
that Master Meriadoc came to Edoras and was with King Eomer before he
died in that autumn. The he and Thain Peregrin went to Gondor and
passed what short years were left to them in that realm, until they
died and were laid in Rath Dinen among the great of Gondor. (Taken
directly from the appendices of the Lord of the Rings)
This story takes place in the short time between when Meriadoc and Peregrin died.
It was a beautiful day in Gondor. Being early spring, the trees were
all blossoming, the sun was shining, but it seemed everyone was crying.
That was the day that Master Holdwine, Meriadoc Brandybuck passed away.
The ceremony took place and Meriadoc was laid among the great of
Gondor. That day, you could not have found anyone quieter than King
Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Thain Peregrin Took. When they had finally
laid Meriadoc to rest, Pippin walked up to his cousin, and slipped
something into his pocket. His small voice was heard saying "Merry..."
Nothing else was said.
The object which had been slipped into Merry's pocket was a pouch for pipeweed, and inside the pouch was a letter that read:
My dearest Merry,
If only I could have gone with you. I don't ever remember being without
you, except during that short time during our journey. Our journey. Do
you remember how you felt at the beginning? I remember you told me that
you did not quite know how epic it would be, but you just had a
feeling. You just knew that you needed to go along with Frodo and that
something amazing would happen. Can you believe it? We saved the Shire.
Of course, it was really Frodo and Sam who saved the Shire, but you
knew that we had a part in it.
I remember how you brought me into the conspiracy in the first place. I
had not yet come of age, and was in no way mature, but you trusted me
and told me about everything. You always included me. You never felt
that I was inferior. It was you who thought of every prank, and if I
had done something on my own, you would take the heat, even if you
didn't do anything. Maybe you just wanted credit for it. Maybe you
really did not want me to get in trouble. Either way I did get in
trouble, but you were always there with me.
I remember how you would protect me when I was young. I would always
run to you if I was hurt, and you would laugh and say "That's nothing,
you can handle that." and I would handle it. I remember when Gandalf
fell, you, even though you too were grieving, you held me, because
there was no one else there to hold me. You told me that it wasn't my
fault, and that Gandalf wasn't mad at me. When we were taken by the
orcs, every chance you got, you tried to get me to smile.
I remember how scared you looked when I had to leave you and go to
Gondor with Gandalf. You were scared for me. You were afraid that you
would not see me again. And then, on the battle field later, I found
you. I felt my heart lurch when I saw you. I ran to you and you were
still alive. You always have had amazing strength to carry on. "Through
thick or thin, to the bitter end." We had not even started our quest
yet and you seemed to know what was ahead.
Merry, I will miss you terribly. My heart aches to say goodbye. It is
not like when Frodo left, because I knew that he was still alive. But
death is just another part of life. Gandalf told me....white
shores...and a far green country under a swift sunrise. Was he right,
Merry? When you left me, did you see white shores? Was Frodo there to
greet you? And Sam along with him? Were you healed of your scars? Did
your heart mend of the memories that hurt so bad? The memories that
made you sad...did you forget them? I hope you did not forget
everything Merry......when I join you, promise me you will talk with
me.....we'll walk along the shore and smoke our pipeweed, and
Dearest Merry, goodbye....I hope I shall see you again soon...
A full nine days later Peregrin Took passed away. They placed him next
to his cousin. King Aragorn spent the whole day sitting by the fire
with Gimli and Legolas, smoking his pipe, remembering the little
hobbits.....when he first saw them burst into his room in Bree with
candle sticks and a chair....how Merry had not trusted him at the
beginning, and how they wanted to stop for food every chance they got.
How they, even after the quest was over, insisted on calling him
Strider. How they came along and surpassed everything........They
fought with passion, because they had something to fight for....thier
home. They became warriors and still loved to sit and talk about such
small things as the weather and how good the ale in Hobbiton is.
Aragorn loved these Halflings, these Hobbit warriors. He could not have
been any more proud of them and what they did for all...everyone in
Fourth Age (Gondor) 120.....In this year on March 1st came at last the
Passing of King Elessar. It is said that the beds of Meriadoc and
Peregrin were set beside the bed of the great king. Then Legolas built
a grey ship in Ithilien, and sailed down Anduin and so over Sea; and
with him, it is said, went Gimli the Dwarf. And when that ship passed
an end was come in Middle-earth of the Fellowship of the Ring.
"What can you see on the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across
the sea a pale moon rises. White ships have come to carry you home. And
all will turn to silver glass. A light on the water, grey ships pass
into the west......."