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Cool I got another feedback! Thanks to you... and I thought my story perhaps goes un-noted. How´s my english going, btw? A lot of gramma-faults? Or do you understand what I´m writing? *g* Okay, here we go again... Pippin and Merry!!! ~Key
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*flashback*
He knew he must be in the middle of a fight. He could hear voices screaming, arguing, calling. But he didn´t understand the words being spoken. He knew, however, that they fought about him. Groggily he tried to force his eyes to open, as he suddenly was pulled to his feet. " must go!" his wrapped up mind managed to understand, and he felt himself being dragged a few steps backwards, before he was laid down again. More struggles started right by his side, then a high pitched, brain-bursting shriek was heard and the light grew as bright, that even with his eyes still closed, he could see sharp shadows and tears started to trickle down his cheeks. The air grew hot and humid, almost to something to grip and just as he thought he couldn´t bear it any longer, the light subdued, and dark and cold crept back. Then he knew no more.
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"Please Pippin get to your feet, I can´t carry you come on now lad!" he pleaded, while he tried to get Pippin to stand. He felt the smaller Hobbit tremble under his hands, but was too occupied to watch the creature, to worry about it. "You´ll not leave this woods for good." The Dark-hooded sneered. "You wouldn´t dare" Merry spat back, although he didn´t feel any courage at all. Slowly his eyes turned to the darkening sky above them. He must get going. "Let us through!" He tried, "it´s not your time yet!" The figure opposite him laughed cruelly. "It´zzzzz always my time, Master Brandybuck!" And with that the creature advanced at him. Merry let go of Pippin as the Snarl attacked. With a surprised yelp he felt himself being pushed to the ground, the dagger flew out of his hand, and suddenly a heavy weight pinned him to the ground. The Snarl was sitting on top of him.
All he could feel was cold. His skin growing numb, where the creature touched him, his breath coming in small gasps. It was as if the figure drained him of all warmth, bodily as well as emotionally. The world he started to fall in, was dark, and bottomless.
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Pippin felt himself being pushed again. He hated being pushed and so he opened his eyes angrily. He felt weak and tired, but still he managed to look up and search for the person who´d pushed him. He saw Merry lying on the ground and some shadow sitting on his chest and all memories of the past hours flooded back. With a loud less gasp he pushed himself up to his knees and tried to stand. His legs felt like porridge and his heart felt like it was going to burst, but he wouldn´t, couldn´t let Merry down, could he? His attention was drawn to some small, shiny something almost hidden by the leaves on the ground. He swayed as he bent down to grasp it. It was Merry´s dagger. He felt suddenly better. The small and sharp silvery blade in his hands gave him some sort of assurance that everything was going to be alright. Slowly he turned back to the creature, still sitting on top of his cousin in a odd and hunched position. Without any noise he crept up at the back of the beast, rising the dagger. He didn´t give his actions any second thought but brought down the blade deep into the back of their enemy.
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Merry felt himself being cruelly ripped back from the dark abyss he had been drifted to. An unearthy screech echoed through the dark mists, dying down after a while, only to be replaced by an unbearable light and warmth. He felt as if he´d burn. Every inch of his skin was on fire. He convulsed under this pure, and unmerciful heat and as he was sure he would die, the light suddenly grew more gentle and comforting. Relaxing to the coolness that now replaced the radiating heat he gave in into the darkness that crept back to his mind. Just before he drifted off he thought he would feel a gentle touch.
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Pippin couldn´t hold back a scream so shocked he was at what happened as he brought down the knife. The creature screeched in unbearable agony. Jumping to its feet, turning around and smashing the small Hobbit who had wounded him into the next tree. Pippin felt the arm of the creature connect with his upper body, his feet losing ground and finally crashing forcefully into one of the stems. He felt something inside of him crack and an excruciating pain shot from his shoulder in every fiber of his body. He slid down, only half aware of what was happening and saw with some utter kind of amazement that the dagger still stuck in the back of the dark one. Still screaming and screeching the creature started for the little one again, but never finished what he wanted to do. It was as if time froze, as the beast stopped dead, bent his head back, so that the hood fell off and squealed painfully one last time. Pippin saw the odd twisted features of the creature. If its skin had been fair, it could have been a Hobbit. Staring at the almost black-skinned figure he saw it falling to its knees. Accusing, dark, misty eyes locking with his, trying again to take his energy, to make him numb. But its power was broken, with one last shuddered breath, the monster fell and at the same moment bright light started to fill the small clearing. Heat rose and Pippin had to close his eyes against the agonizing light. Soon enough his skin started to burn and even with his eyes closed he could see the sharp shadows of trees all around him and still the light grew more and more intense. He couldn´t breathe properly, and just as he was about to pass out, the light started to die down into a gentle glimmer. He laid motionless, slumped against the tree, his eyes shut tightly and drew in the cool night air afraid of what he would see when he finally found the courage to open them. As he preyed open his lids, he saw the empty clearing, alit from a pale, and full moon high above the trees on the night sky. Everything was quiet and peaceful. No shadows dancing, no creature attacking, almost as if nothing of it all had happened. In relief he felt tears starting to fall down his face. He sat there several minutes just weeping like a little child. Then, slowly started to half crawl, half drag himself toward the unmoving figure on the other side of the clearing. Every bone and muscle of his whole body hurt and his shoulder felt as if on fire. He was dizzy and felt drained and empty of all his ever-present energy. As he arrived at the side of his cousin, he saw the slow rising and falling of his chest and with a small sob, he curled up beside Merry´s body and letting the darkness finally take him.
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to be continued....
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