It was one of the worst moments of my life.
I was so cold and afraid as I awaited what lay
In store for me. The Steward of Gondor. He sat up there,
High on a throne that would have been for the King.
I shuddered in horror and disgust as I watched him eat.
He was so big up there. I was nothing more than a Hobbit.
I jumped when he addressed me,
"Thu, an urrainn dhut seinn
idir?"
("Thou, Can thou sing at all?")
"Seinn. Ceart gu leòr ri mo dhaoine.
Ach
("Yes. Well enough for my people. But
Chan eil òrain matha againn do tallaichean mòra (we have no songs for great halls
'Gus àmannan
aingidhe..."
(and evil times...")
"Carson bu chòir air d'òrain bi m�-iomchaidh ri mo ("Why should thy songs be unfit for my halls?
Thallaichean? Seinn òran
thugam."
(Sing a song to me.")
He said, still eating...I sighed, not believing
The pain that was in me. I wanted to be at home, with
Merry's arms around me. I wanted him to love me
Like he had before. But I sang anyhow, hoping that
It would calm me...
Boe le
henio
(Thou must understand)
E si car athad
iyn
(He does the duty of two sons now)
Ane ah a
phen
(For himself; and for the one)
I u
athelitha...
(Who will not return)
Tha dachaigh 'n
dèidh
(Home is behind)
An t-Saoghal
roimh.
(The world ahead)
'S th'ann mòran slighean ri
gabh.
(And there are many paths to tread)
Tro
dubhar,
(Through shadow)
Ri 'n balt na
h-oidhch',
(To the edge of night.)
Gus an tha na reultan
dealrach...
(Until the stars are alight)
Ceò 'gus
dubhar,
(Mist and shadow)
Neul 's
dubhair...
(Cloud and shade...)
Thèid às
uile...
(All shall fade...)
Thèid às
uile...
(All shall fade...)
He was listening, but eating still, and showed neither
Emotion nor appreciation. It hurt so much. Thoughts
Of Merry came into my mind once more. Finally, I
Just couldn't hold anything back anymore. I sank
To the floor, tears pouring down my face...
"O Mherridh, na fàg mi! Beir orm, ma 's e do thoil e... ("O Merry, don't leave me! Hold me, please...
Fuirich
leam..."
(Stay with me...")
Merry:
It was the first night that we were ever apart since the Shire...
The bed was so much bigger and colder without Pippin...
I knew how miserable he must be out there, and more
So, since our parting was so harsh... even now, alone, I was determined
To be brave. I passed to the window...
Looking out at the night, I wondered where my sweet angel
Was out there...all alone in his bed...
Pippin:
In my nightclothes, I gazed out towards Rohan, and caught sight of
Mordor as I searched. It was so near now.
"Tha mi 'n dòchas gum bi Sam is Frodo ceart gu leòr." ("I hope that Sam and Frodo will be all right.")
I thought as the thought of them drifted past...but Merry...
I missed him so much... would he survive...? Would I survive...?
Merry/Pippin:
Although I knew that we were so far apart, we seemed to hear each other in our minds... as though we could hear each other's thoughts...
-Tro dubhair, ch� mi
thu...
(Through shadow, I will see thee...)
A leannain, tha sinn air leth à
chèile...
(Darling, we are separated from each other...)
-Ach cha stàd an t-astar sinne, a
rùin...
(But the distance shall not stop us, love...)
Tha 'n speur ceudna
tharainn...
(The same sky is above us...)
-Shearg ròsan air
falbh...
(Roses have withered away...)
Tha 'n boladh bàis nas dlùithe, a ghaoil
milis...
(The smell of death is nearer, o dear love...)
-Na smaoinich dhe. Smaoinich dhinn, còmhla 'rithist... (Think not of it. Think of us, together again...)
Cha lorg thu mi
marbh...
(Thou shalt not find me dead...)
Carson a th'ann
deuran
(Why are there tears)
Maiseachadh d'aghaidh? Na caoin, a
leannain...
(Adorning thy face? Do not weep, darling...)
Bi treun. Cuimhnich gu bheil gaol agam
dhut...
(Be brave. Remember that I love thee...)
Tha do ghuth anns a'
ghaoth...
(Thy voice is in the wind...)
-Tha thu cho fada
bhuam...!
(Thou art so far way...!)
-Na d�chuimhnich gu bheil mi 'n-seo, a
ghaoil...
(Do not forget that I am here, love...)
Cuimhnich seo: cha dean far an thèid
thusa,
(Remember this: no matter where thou wilt go,)
M'aingeal, lorgaidh mi
thu...
(My angel, I will find thee...)
-Th'ann cràdh 'nam chridh', a
ghaoil...
(There's pain within my heart, O love...)
-Cuimhnich an t-sonas gun do chodaich
sinn...
(Remember the joys that we have shared...)
An àit' de fada, gu luath bith sinn
dlùth...
(Instead of far, we will soon be near...)
Cuimhnich gun sàbhail e
sinn...
(Remember that he will save us...)
Though no arrow nor blade had pierced my body,
I felt a raw wound in me, one that opened wider as I
Thought about my love...my loss...my Pippin/Merry...
"Oidhche mhath, a
leannan.
("Goodnight, darling.
Bidh gràdh agam dhut gu
bràgh..."
(I shall love thee forever...")