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"Pippin!" Merry called helplessly. "Pippin, I can barely hear you. Where are you!?"

He was trapped in a thick fog which was everywhere he turned. Meriadoc thought he could hear his younger cousin's voice, but it sounded like he was getting farther away.

Merry wandered around aimlessly trying to find his way out. The fog had to break sometime, didn't it? He kept hoping it would, but he had a horrible feeling he was wrong. He had no clue where he was, and no idea how he got there. Meriadoc sat down, not even sure what he was on the fog was so thick, but he didn't really care at the moment. He laid back, and began to try and think where he was.

"Let's see" he thought. "What do I remember last?"

Pip's cousin scrunched his face in thought and after a moment or two it came to him.

"Of Course!" he said out loud, his words falling densely in the thick air.

"I was just in a battle. on Pelennor Fields!" He was proud of himself, being able to think back, when it felt so long ago when suddenly another thought came to his mind.

The King of Rohan! Merry would never again see him in the living world, and what of Eowyn? He last saw her so close to death, and he didn't know what he would do if the beautiful maiden left too. Little did Merry know was that he was on the line between life and death himself.

"I know there was more after that. What else, what else!?" he asked himself, furrowing his brow and getting more frustrated by the second.

Ah, I remember, I was walking across the field and had accidentally left the group of people I was with when Pippin showed up." Merry thought, smirking in happiness and sadness as he remembered Pippins face. "He was so happy to find me."

"Then we walked through the gates of the city, and the fog began to close around me. Pippin was talking to me, but his voice was drifting away and everything was getting darker, I couldn't even see the fog anymore. Everything was black.." Merry said, his voice growing softer word by word, remembering back on the horrible time.

Suddenly his thought was broken by what he thought of as Pippin's voice, faint yet clear as ever.

"You can't go anywhere. I need you to stay here."

The voice cracked, and it sounded like Pip was on the verge of tears. Merry sat up dumbfounded. The tone of the voice tore at Merry's heart, and he was beginning to get frantic. He had no clue what Pippin was talking about!

Meriadoc got up clumsily and began running in the direction of the voice, not even knowing if he was going in the right direction. It sounded as if the voice was getting further and further away, but Merry couldn't let it get away this time. He kept running, stumbling on his own feet every now and again in his frenzy, and screaming Pippin's name at the top of his lungs.

The voice was gone again, but Merry still ran, he couldn't accept the fact that Pip was out of his reach again! He had to get out!

He ran for what seemed like hours, when he finally couldn't run anymore. He collapsed on his knees, trying to catch his breath. The fog was getting thicker, and it took a little more effort to breathe. After a few heaving breaths, he screamed up to the sky.

"WHERE AM I?!"

A thought suddenly came to him.

"Could I be, dead?" He whispered to himself.

"My hand! Of course! If I'm dead, my hand should be warm again!"

Merry hesitantly reached down and touched his hand, it was still freezing cold and he had to rip his fingers from it before long. He tried to move his fingers, but they wouldn't move.

He let out a slight sigh.

"Okay, so I'm not dead, at least yet I'm not."

Suddenly, he heard the voice again! This time, it felt closer and just hearing the voice made Merry want to die right then.

It was Pippin, and he was singing. It was the song they sang at the Green Dragon! Merry couldn't concentrate on the words of the song though, he heard Pip's voice cracking. He sounded as if he was crying, and Merry wasn't there to help him.

Meriadoc knew it was no use in running towards the voice, but it wasn't his mind telling him to run. It was just instinct and adrenalin pulling him forward until he couldn't go anymore.

All of his energy was gone, and Merry didn't even try to keep going. He just collapsed on the ground, letting his own tears fall. They weren't tears for fear or sadness, just of frustration. Why couldn't he help Pippin! Why couldn't he just get out of here!

Then, Merry felt tears besides his own on his face. When he reached to see what they were, and where they came from, but he only touched his own.

"Pippin's?" he whispered to himself, as confused as ever.

Merry sat, collapsed on the ground, still trying to think of a way out. A way to get back to Pippin. Pip needed Merry, and as much as that Merry needed Pip.

Merry was trapped in his own mind.