"Diamond, you are staying here."
"I apologize, Mrs. Took, but I am going."
Diamond turned at that point, trying to end the conversation, but Eglatine Took didn't give up that easy. She pulled Diamond back by her sleeve.
"Listen here, young lass, I am not about to allow you to run off into some battle. You'll be injured or captured or killed or goodness knows what else! Besides, your young eyes shouldn't witness such a thing."
Diamond shook her head stubbornly.
"I don't care what you say, Mrs. Took, I have to go, I will go, and nothing or no one will stop me."
Diamond pulled free and continued to make her way through the maze-like hobbit hole, progressing towards the door.
"Diamond, you know better! If you go out there, I guarantee something will happen to you. I'm merely looking out for you welfare, child."
Eglatine did her best to keep up with the rushing Diamond, following her to the door. Diamond opened the door.
"Mrs. Took, your own son is out there, highly more likely to be hurt than I am. I will be careful, don't worry."
"Diamond, your mother is already lost; must you be too?"
Diamond froze, but only momentarily as she continued out, shutting the door behind her.

Pippin dismounted, proudly showing off the large army behind him to Merry.
"Will this do?"
Merry grinned.
"It will, indeed."
After some strategic planning, all of the hobbits were in place for Merry's trap for the ruffians. Pippin watched half excitedly, half nervously as Merry dealt with the ruffians. However, the ruffians didn't seem so eager to comply to Merry's wishes. The Battle of Bywater had begun.

Weapon, weapon, I need a weapon....
Diamond rushed hurriedly through her hobbit hole, searching high and low.
Just something for defense, I don't have any intention of going out and using it....
Diamond shook her head. That was the biggest fib she'd heard all night....
Bursting into the kitchen, she almost ransacked it. Her labor was not entirely fruitless; she found a pairing knife. Satisfied, she ran out the door, struggling to pull a cloak on. She ran out back to a small, old stable. Inside was a small, yet sturdy pony that had belonged to her mother. The pony brightened a little at the sight of Diamond. Diamond briefly scratched the pony's ears before mounting.

Pippin quickly drew his sword, ready for action. With a rush of adrenaline, he charged forward, yelling madly. The yelling was more to reassure himself than for intimidation. He made a split second decision of which brute he would take on first. He brandished his sword in front of him, thrusting and parrying like he had been so briefly taught. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Merry take on the ruffian leader. The leader was ogre like, with a bad, squinting eye. With half of his attention on Merry's battle, he almost lost an arm from a swing of the large sword belonging to his opponent.
Focus, Pippin, focus! Before you get your head chopped off next time!
He contracted his world, shrinking it smaller and smaller until it was only he and his opponent. He blocked, lunged, and slashed in a mad sort of dance. He felt sweat trickling down his neck and face and fatigue burning in his limbs, but he fought onwards.

Diamond trotted along at the achingly slow pace the pony had chosen as its current speed. She urged it slowly faster.
Go back.
Diamond heard her conscience, louder than she ever remembered it. It also seemed much clearer....almost as if someone was whispering softly in her ear.
Go back, you know you have to.
Oh, be quiet.
You very well know you won't last an instant out there.
Well, I can't just leave Pippin out there all on his own.
All on his own?
All on his own with a hundred others.
My point exactly.
I don't care.
Diamond quickly shut out her conscience, or what was supposedly her conscience. She was nearing Bywater, and she knew Pippin would be there. She was about to spur the pony on more, but a blood curdling scream echoed from the very area she was headed. It was followed by a few more cries and the sounds of battle. She froze, willing her eyes to see farther. She could just barely make out a large group, a battle ensuing. Just faintly, on the edges of the large crowd, she could see the anonymous figure being stabbed or shot. More cries. And for the first time after setting out after Pippin, fear washed over her like ice water. This was followed by incredible feeling of ignominy. She felt like a coward as she slowly trotted back, in the opposite direction. Her conscience had been right, and her pride was injured.

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Okay, this was meant to be longer, but I thought you probably wouldn't want to wait that long for something...so I posted this, more coming soon.