Arrows whistling, warriors crying out in agony...
My ears felt as though they would break or fall off...
I fought my best, but I was no match for the Ûruk-Hai.
I wished that Merry was with me, helping me fight,
Just knowing that he was there...but to see him fall in battle...
I could not have taken that...I'd done what I could with
Gandalf, but I wasn't enough...with his help, I narrowly saved
Faramir from being burned by his mad father...
I still felt my grief at being separated from Merry... but I
Forced it away this time.
"Caoin nas fadalaiche, a
Phippin!"
("Cry later, Pippin!")
I told myself,
"Bidh 'n còrralach na do bheath'
agad
("Thou shalt have the rest of thy life )
Ri caoin...ma th'e ann
idir..."
(to mourn... if 't is there at all...")
Fortunately, I escaped my thoughts...
Narrowly dodging an blades, arrows, and debris...
Merry:
"Th'agam ri bi làidir, bidh ann
àm
("I must be strong, there will be time)
Nas fadalaiche ri lorg
Pippin."
(later to find Pippin,")
I thought fervently as I tensed my body, ready for any
Attack. I was glad that I was with Éowyn, for she was a strong
Fighter and a good friend, so we'd look out for each other...
But the Nâzguls were all around us in the battle... The Nâzgul Lord
Was advancing onto the battle field, ready to attack the soldiers...
I was petrified at the sight of this creature...and more so...
He slew King Theoden! That did it...
I charged at the Nâzgul, swinging my sword with all my
Might. Everything was a blur...I felt the blade pierce his armor...
... I was doubled up on the battlefield, afraid that someone would
Trample over me...through my agony, I could hear Éowyn
Shouting to somebody else, somebody who seemed to be wounded...
"Úye ni nér!" ("I am no man!")
She roared, followed by the
Sound of a sword cutting through armor...a deep, raspy, piercing
Roar filled the air before dying to a strangled croak and then
To silenced...the Nâzgul Lord was dead by Éowyn...
Pippin:
So much destruction. I can't keep it from my mind still...
But I can remember my joy, and horror, of finding Merry
On the battlefield...I couldn't believe it! He was there...
He was alive! Beside an Oliphaunt corpse...
I climbed over scattered weapons and debris to reach him.
I cringed in horror at the sight of him. He was pale and
Bloody from the fighting... I felt painful knots growing
Tighter in my heart, my throat...I was afraid that he was dead...
"Merridh! Merridh, 's mise!" ("Merry! Merry, 'tis I")
But his eyelashes fluttered...tears poured forth down my cheeks...
He was alive!
"'S e Pippin!"
-"Bha fios orm gun lorgadh tu mi..." ("I knew that thou would find me...")
He was groggy and weak, but he was alive...
He was there, and that was all that mattered to me then.
I hugged him eagerly. I missed him so much...
"Gabhaidh mi cùram dh�ot, a
leannan..."
("I will take care of thee, darling...")
Merry:
I was so happy that he was alright. He was crying...
It was bittersweet to be held close to him;
The joy of him holding me and the poignance
Of his sobs. But I was with him again...