As all went quiet upon the bloody battlefield,
No sight was seen of you
My heart felt as if it could sink no lower
I saw your cape laying bloodstained among
The putrid Uruk-Hai bodies.
I felt my insides turn to ice as I saw
Your messy mop of dark brown curls
Protruding out from under a great troll body
It took all my strength to push aside the
Creature, to find your tiny, bloodstained, and
Beaten body before my eyes.
I held your frail form in my arms,
Looking for any sign of life.
Your eyes slowly peeped open,
Fear, pain, and sorrow etched in your features.
I could feel you trembling.
Your hair was thick and sticky with blood.
Your tender skin was pale and icy.
Small gasps and wheezes escaped through your
Bruised, bloody lips.
I gently bundled you up in my cape
And carried you to a healing tent.
The scent of Athelas filled the air.
A sat beside you, looking upon your pale
Face.
Your silent form looked so small.
The slow, uneven rise and fall of your chest as you struggled to breathe
Was the only sign that you were still alive.
Soft sunbeams reflected on your young
Face was touching.
You're safe now...only sleeping.
I love you My Little Pip.
I'll always be there for you.