****
Merry and Pippin didn't dare to speak or do anything, afraid someone else was there, who might detect them. Dernhelm didn't say anything unless it was necessary, so it became a very quiet ride. (oh god, I've made trouble for myself, if they can't speak then what are they supposed to do?) Soon Dernhelm whispered:
'Hide now little ones, for we are now meeting the others and you don't want Aragorn to send you back again, do you?' Merry and Pippin didn't bother to answer him, and instead just tried to make themselves as small as possible. (as if they weren't small as it was)
'Already back? You are very quick.' then Aragorn moved closer to Dernhelm, so close the hobbits were afraid he would detect them under the cloak. 'I hope they will forgive me one day. 'They didn't understand why I did this.' Dernhelm flinched, probably surprised he would confide in him. Then he answered in his grave voice.
'Do not worry. The little ones will forgive you. I think they were just angry at you then, and with a little time they will understand.' Merry felt a little guilty for being so angry at Aragorn. After all, he just wanted them well. He wanted to jump out and say it was okay, but figured it was probably not a good idea. Instead he made a mental note to talk to Aragorn about this later.
****
'Gollum, where are you?' Sam started to get irritated, they had been walking through the tunnels for a very long time now and their guide seemed to disappear in the dark all the time.
'Right here, nice hobbitsssss. Must go other side, yesss, yesss.' Sam sighed. Frodo remained very quiet, but Sam could tell he was there by the sound of his slow, regular breathing in the dark. Neither of them liked the tunnels.
Frodo also had a bad feeling about the tunnels and Gollum's constant disappearances, but he could not be sure if Gollum really disappeared, or if he just kept unusually quiet, it was to dark to tell. He took a deep breath and just moved on.
****
'Are we there yet?' Pippin whispered and Dernhelm looked around before answering quietly.
'No, but we are very close. Another hour, I'd say. Prepare, you have your swords and shields?' After their small nods, he continued the silence and Merry and Pippin took each others hands and held them tight. In the silence they made a speech-less promise to protect each other if they needed it. For the first time since Dernhelm got them back, they felt afraid. Not for themselves, but for each other. Both of them felt that both or none of them should die.
***
'They are not here! The stupid horsemen took them to the war! What are we going to do?' said Ragnur.
'We will go to the war. Those halflings must not die an easy death. There is only one thing to do.'
'You mean...' Fear shone in Ragnur's ugly eyes. Grungol nodded and lifted his face to the sky. He said words that Ragnur could not understand, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in all his body and the only thing he could see was a big cloud of dust. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was at a battlefield at the Pelennor's fields.
****
'Pip, I think it's time to jump off now.' Dernhelm nodded and gave them each a small push. They jumped off, ready to meet all the evil together. They saw Aragorn, and carefully tried to stay away from him. If he saw they were there, he wouldn't be too happy about it. Pippin saw an orc who didn't look so big, and sneaked up behind him and put his sword right through the back. He heard a groan, before the orc fell flat on his back. He turned around.
'Merry, I did it, I got one! Merry?' Merry wasn't there anymore. Pippin figured he would be very hard to find, but went to look anyway. He carefully looked around him all the time, so that he would not be attacked by someone. Or something. Pippin saw a lot of creatures that day, that he could never have imagined existed. He soon saw Merry's curly blonde hair, and small stature, trying to fight off some big orc-like creature. Eventually, he ran his sword through the beast, and looked behind him. Then he saw Pippin.
'Pippin, there you are! I'm glad you're still alive, I feared for you.'
'No, I'm all right. Look, there's the king! I hope he wont see us!' King Théoden rode against them, but something else had caught Merry and Pippin's attention.
'Look up there! What is that thing?' said Pippin. 'It looks like those riders in black, but on a winged creature this time, and it's moving toward the king.'
'I think, I think...' said Merry, 'I think it is the Lord of the Nazgul, the Witchking!! Quick, we have got to do something, but what?' Before they could say anything else, the winged creature dove and buried it's claws in Snowmane. The horse neighed in agony, and the king fell off. The Nazgul stabbed him once, but before the death-strike someone came to stand in it's way. The hobbits gasped as they recognised him as Dernhelm. The Witchking laughed and looked down at him.
'Step aside, young soldier. He belongs to me now, and if you disobey me, you will die, and it wont be an easy death. I will take you to Mordor, where you will be tortured until you beg for death, but it wont be given to you for a long time. Step aside, or I will take you there.'
'Then do so, but I will fight you first. Leave King Théoden alone.'
'You cannot fight me. No living man can stop me.'
'But I am no living man. It is a woman you see. I am Eowyn, daughter of Eomund. You stand between me and my lord and kin. If you want him, you must get me first!' And Dernhelm threw off his cloak and revealed long golden hair, and Merry and Pippin saw that the soldier were no young soldier, but the brave, beautiful lady of Rohan. He hit her with something, not a sword, but something different, something dark, misty that made her fall to the ground. When he tried to hit her again, he flinched and turned around. There stood two small beings and stabbed him with their small swords. He took his dark, misty thing, and managed to smack Merry in his head, but before he could do anything more, Eowyn was on her feet, and swung her sword right through the emptiness between his cloak and his crown. A loud scream could be heard and the cloak fell to the ground, as did Eowyn. Everything around them seemed to stop, and to Pippin, the only thing left was the kind, gentle lady and his best friend and cousin lying motionless on the ground. He tried to make out if they were alive, but found he lacked enough ability to tell. He rose to shout out for help.
A/N Weird ending, don't you think? Let me explain. I decided I'd start writing a chapter in school (10) before I was finished with this one. So then I had to decide where I should start chapter 10, and it seemed like a good place to start when I wrote it, but when I was finishing this one it didn't seem like such a great idea anymore. You know what it's like, right? I'm trying not to take too much from the book, but since I'm following the book, and just going around changing things...Go figure. But do not despair, Ragnur and Grungol are still after them, so I'll start making things up soon!
Merry and Pippin didn't dare to speak or do anything, afraid someone else was there, who might detect them. Dernhelm didn't say anything unless it was necessary, so it became a very quiet ride. (oh god, I've made trouble for myself, if they can't speak then what are they supposed to do?) Soon Dernhelm whispered:
'Hide now little ones, for we are now meeting the others and you don't want Aragorn to send you back again, do you?' Merry and Pippin didn't bother to answer him, and instead just tried to make themselves as small as possible. (as if they weren't small as it was)
'Already back? You are very quick.' then Aragorn moved closer to Dernhelm, so close the hobbits were afraid he would detect them under the cloak. 'I hope they will forgive me one day. 'They didn't understand why I did this.' Dernhelm flinched, probably surprised he would confide in him. Then he answered in his grave voice.
'Do not worry. The little ones will forgive you. I think they were just angry at you then, and with a little time they will understand.' Merry felt a little guilty for being so angry at Aragorn. After all, he just wanted them well. He wanted to jump out and say it was okay, but figured it was probably not a good idea. Instead he made a mental note to talk to Aragorn about this later.
****
'Gollum, where are you?' Sam started to get irritated, they had been walking through the tunnels for a very long time now and their guide seemed to disappear in the dark all the time.
'Right here, nice hobbitsssss. Must go other side, yesss, yesss.' Sam sighed. Frodo remained very quiet, but Sam could tell he was there by the sound of his slow, regular breathing in the dark. Neither of them liked the tunnels.
Frodo also had a bad feeling about the tunnels and Gollum's constant disappearances, but he could not be sure if Gollum really disappeared, or if he just kept unusually quiet, it was to dark to tell. He took a deep breath and just moved on.
****
'Are we there yet?' Pippin whispered and Dernhelm looked around before answering quietly.
'No, but we are very close. Another hour, I'd say. Prepare, you have your swords and shields?' After their small nods, he continued the silence and Merry and Pippin took each others hands and held them tight. In the silence they made a speech-less promise to protect each other if they needed it. For the first time since Dernhelm got them back, they felt afraid. Not for themselves, but for each other. Both of them felt that both or none of them should die.
***
'They are not here! The stupid horsemen took them to the war! What are we going to do?' said Ragnur.
'We will go to the war. Those halflings must not die an easy death. There is only one thing to do.'
'You mean...' Fear shone in Ragnur's ugly eyes. Grungol nodded and lifted his face to the sky. He said words that Ragnur could not understand, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in all his body and the only thing he could see was a big cloud of dust. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was at a battlefield at the Pelennor's fields.
****
'Pip, I think it's time to jump off now.' Dernhelm nodded and gave them each a small push. They jumped off, ready to meet all the evil together. They saw Aragorn, and carefully tried to stay away from him. If he saw they were there, he wouldn't be too happy about it. Pippin saw an orc who didn't look so big, and sneaked up behind him and put his sword right through the back. He heard a groan, before the orc fell flat on his back. He turned around.
'Merry, I did it, I got one! Merry?' Merry wasn't there anymore. Pippin figured he would be very hard to find, but went to look anyway. He carefully looked around him all the time, so that he would not be attacked by someone. Or something. Pippin saw a lot of creatures that day, that he could never have imagined existed. He soon saw Merry's curly blonde hair, and small stature, trying to fight off some big orc-like creature. Eventually, he ran his sword through the beast, and looked behind him. Then he saw Pippin.
'Pippin, there you are! I'm glad you're still alive, I feared for you.'
'No, I'm all right. Look, there's the king! I hope he wont see us!' King Théoden rode against them, but something else had caught Merry and Pippin's attention.
'Look up there! What is that thing?' said Pippin. 'It looks like those riders in black, but on a winged creature this time, and it's moving toward the king.'
'I think, I think...' said Merry, 'I think it is the Lord of the Nazgul, the Witchking!! Quick, we have got to do something, but what?' Before they could say anything else, the winged creature dove and buried it's claws in Snowmane. The horse neighed in agony, and the king fell off. The Nazgul stabbed him once, but before the death-strike someone came to stand in it's way. The hobbits gasped as they recognised him as Dernhelm. The Witchking laughed and looked down at him.
'Step aside, young soldier. He belongs to me now, and if you disobey me, you will die, and it wont be an easy death. I will take you to Mordor, where you will be tortured until you beg for death, but it wont be given to you for a long time. Step aside, or I will take you there.'
'Then do so, but I will fight you first. Leave King Théoden alone.'
'You cannot fight me. No living man can stop me.'
'But I am no living man. It is a woman you see. I am Eowyn, daughter of Eomund. You stand between me and my lord and kin. If you want him, you must get me first!' And Dernhelm threw off his cloak and revealed long golden hair, and Merry and Pippin saw that the soldier were no young soldier, but the brave, beautiful lady of Rohan. He hit her with something, not a sword, but something different, something dark, misty that made her fall to the ground. When he tried to hit her again, he flinched and turned around. There stood two small beings and stabbed him with their small swords. He took his dark, misty thing, and managed to smack Merry in his head, but before he could do anything more, Eowyn was on her feet, and swung her sword right through the emptiness between his cloak and his crown. A loud scream could be heard and the cloak fell to the ground, as did Eowyn. Everything around them seemed to stop, and to Pippin, the only thing left was the kind, gentle lady and his best friend and cousin lying motionless on the ground. He tried to make out if they were alive, but found he lacked enough ability to tell. He rose to shout out for help.
A/N Weird ending, don't you think? Let me explain. I decided I'd start writing a chapter in school (10) before I was finished with this one. So then I had to decide where I should start chapter 10, and it seemed like a good place to start when I wrote it, but when I was finishing this one it didn't seem like such a great idea anymore. You know what it's like, right? I'm trying not to take too much from the book, but since I'm following the book, and just going around changing things...Go figure. But do not despair, Ragnur and Grungol are still after them, so I'll start making things up soon!
