Merry: The Final Battle is etched in our minds...

Pippin:

It was horrific and, yet, wonderful.
Our forces had to form a distraction to
Mordor's forces to buy time for Sam and Frodo...

Merry:

Pippin and I charged, with our warriors following...
It was a blur. Nothing seemed real...

Pippin:

I heard metal whistle through the air as
Shields splintered. If not for the weight
Of my armor, I would have believed that
This was just a dream... that I could just
Wake up... but roars of anger and of pain
Made it horribly clear that it was real...
And where was Merry?

Merry:

I did my best to look out for Pip, but we
Somehow got separated. In between dodging blades,
I searched for him desperately...
There he was! An Orc picked him up
And threw him... I was horrified to see
A mound of stone and metal right under him...
I looked away... he squealed...
I wasn't struck by anyone,
But I felt the wind knocked out of me...
That did it... I bolted for that Orc...!

Pippin:

I couldn't believe it! The tower where Sauron was resting was falling!
At that moment, the eye exploded, sending a wave rushing in
All directions!

Merry:

The Orcs were disappearing! Frodo had suceeded!
But Mt. Doom... it was erupting!

Pippin:

"FRODO!!!!!!!!!!!" I heard Merry screaming his name...
Tears streamed down my face as I realized what was happening.

Merry:

I was so weak as they carried me into the houses of healing...
I was awake, but couldn't focus...the pains of my ribs
Made me wince, though I could not focus...

Pippin:

I wanted to die upon seeing Merry in the condition that he was in.
My poor Merry, lying there, pale and cold as death...
I whispered his name to him, hoping that he would
Hear me. But he barely stirred.

"O Mherridh, a leannain, le do thoil...èirich suas..." ("O Merry, darling, please...wake up...")

I couldn't believe it. We had won the war...
But it seemed that I lost everything...

I remembered all of the times that we had ran
Dancingly through Farmer Maggot's fields,
Triumphantly holding, and then fighting for,
Stolen vegetables and fruit...Those days were
Long gone...

"A Mherridh, iarr mi dh�ot...fuirich leam... ("Merry, I beg of thee... stay with me...)
Na fàg mi an-seo...aonarach...O leannain, (Don't leave me here...alone...O dearheart,)
Tha 'n t-eagal orm do mar a n� mi ma bàsaichidh (I'm so afraid of what I will do if thou wilt die...)
Thu... dè dhèanas mi...?" (What am I going to do...?")

I hugged him as much as I could without
Hurting him...if he could feel it... his face
Was so pale...I wanted to stay there, with him...

"B' àbhaist dhomh a bhith air ag èirigh ("I used to wake thee in the morning...)
Thu sa' mhadainn...an dean mi e a-chaoidh 'rithist...? (will I ever do it again...?)
O Mherridh, èirich suas, a ghràdh... (...O Merry, wake up, love...)
A bheil thu a' cluinntinn mi idir...? 'S e, Pippin..." (Can you hear me at all...? It's, Pippin...")

He was still, silent...

"O Mherridh...!"

I wiped my face off on his shirt,
Climbing into bed with him...I held and kissed him...
Afraid to leave him...