Merry is surrounded by mist. He cannot see anything, even his feet, and he felt so cold. Yet, he could not shiver. There was a foreboding feeling in the air that sent goose pimples all over his skin. Through the darkness and mist, a shape loomed. It glided towards him like a ghost. Like, a siren it sang a terrible song,
"e'a i huine ar' i hísie
i óma ná yalaien
a' túca le ana amin."
Meriadoc felt the urge to follow. However, he fought it with all his might and instead of him going to the singing fiend, it came to him. It was a beautiful woman with long, black hair and dressed in white. Her alabaster-colored hands were outstretched towards him. When she came to his side, she touched his cheek with one of the hands. It was a gentle caress, but it was cold. It made Merry feel horrible ill. His knees buckle and his mouth opens. When he tried to scream, no sound came out. Never before did Merry expect to ever hear that song or see her ever again. This time, he knew he was doomed. There was no one to save him; no Peregrin nor lace maker.
Meanwhile, as Peregrin Took slept out and under the stars, he dreamt of the old lace maker. He was in a wood, carrying a vine basket and looking for berries, when all of a sudden, the spry woman appeared.
"Peregrin," she said, "You must get to your cousin's home. He is in terrible danger. Go in haste." The woman turned and walked away without any other words.
Pippin woke in a cold sweat. He glanced around and hastily stood. Grabbing his cloak, he threw it on as he went to his pony, Ruby. He untied her and hopped on. Pippin did not grab his provisions; he had more important things to deal with right then.
It was a warm night. The moon was full and no clouds covered the stars. Pippin could see for miles as he rode through the forest and over the hills.
As the sky turned from black to deep blue, Pippin could see Merry's home. Even though he had been going at a fast speed, he hastened his pace. Reaching the door, Pippin threw it open and ran to the back room. He stopped. Merry lay there as pale as a sheet and unmoving. "Merry," Pippin exclaimed as he rushed over to his cousin. The younger hobbit laid a hand upon his cousins' shoulder and recoiled. Merry was cold as ice. "She's come back, hasn't she," Pippin asked mournfully. Peregrin looked around. He had no idea what to do or how to save his cousin. Sighing heavily, Pippin sat down. Gently, he took his hand. How can I help him? Elven, Pippin thought.
"túla ata ana marrdi," he said. His elven was rough and was clumsy coming. "manke lle hosta varna. Amin nalla a. Amin nalla." Tears drip down his cheeks and onto Merry's.
Slowly, Merry stirred. He grasped Pippin's hand tightly. The young hobbits eyes widen. "Oh, Merry," he whispered as he buried his face into the nape of his cousin's neck as dawn crept over the land.
Translation:
Into the darkness and the mist/ The voice is calling/ To bring you to me.
Come back to home/ where you gather safe/ I cry to you/ I cry
