I'd laid back in Merry's lap one afternoon as we rested under a tree,
Just enjoying ourselves, and each others' company...
Merry:
We were getting older, though we still often acted
Like youths... I enjoyed Pippin cuddling up to me...
The singing of the birds... the soft trickling of the brook...
All was calm and serene... Pippin's hair soft to my hands...
Pippin:
It was a beautiful day, with so much beauty about us...
And I was with Merry...I was happy to have him holding
Me...but I felt very empty inside...like something
Was missing...I knew very well what...
I sighed...
Merry:
Something did not seem right when he sighed...
"Pippin, a leannain, dè tha 'n cuspair?"
("Pippin, darling, what is the matter?")
Pippin:
I winced inwardly, but I answered...
"Th'ann cuimhne umainn...de Frodo...
Th' ar pàrantan marbh...
Fàgaidh Sam gu bi le Frodo...
Tha h-uile rud a' dol bhuainn...
A' fàgail cuimhn' a -mhàin...
Chan urrainn dhomh e bheirsinn..."
("There are memories around us...
Of Frodo... our parents are dead...
Sam will leave to be with Frodo...
Everything is going from us...
Leaving memories only...
I can't bear it...")
Merry:
I felt what he was saying. It felt very lonesome here
In the Shire for me as well, even if I still had Pippin...
"Bidh sinn ceart gu leòr, a rùn, agus ch� sinn iad a-rithist..."
("We will be fine, love, and we will see them again...")
But how would I know? I missed them too, and the
Memories stung me as well. I regretted to know that
If Frodo had not been injured like he was, he would
Still be here. I stroked Pippin's hair, the russet color
Greying with age...and for the moment, I was content...
Pippin:
We held each other for a long time that afternoon.
And that night as well. I was happy that I had Merry...
But I felt age beginning to rear its angry head...
I felt weaker with each day that went by...
Merry:
We left for Minias Tirith several days later. There was
Nothing left for us there, in the Shire. All was gone.
But we didn't want to leave. We were abandoning
Nothing, yet we were abandoning so much. We wanted
To be buried with Aragorn at Minias Tirith, but we also
Wanted to die at home, where we were born...
Alas, we could not have both and our ties to Aragorn were greater...
-"Chan eil mi 'g iarraidh fàgail..." ("I do not want to leave...")
-"Obh obh, feumaidh sinn, Pippin. Chan eil ann càil an-seo dhuinn...
Na caoin, a ghaoil..." ("Alas, we must, Pippin. There is nothing for us here...
Do not cry, love...")
Pippin:
We left the Shire, for the last time.
It was the only home that we ever knew, but nothing
Was the same there anymore. It pained us more to
Know that we couldn't join Frodo and Sam over the sea...
Would we ever see them again? Perhaps we never would...
Merry:
Memories, both kind and harsh, arose as we rode.
Past Bree, Weathertop, and over the fields we rode...
Tears stung my eyes at Rivendell; deserted, ruined,
Where all was once a beauty...
Pippin:
We weren't as strong as we once were, but, after a time,
We arrived at Rohan. After we visited with Éomer, and
After we slept the night there, we continued on our way to
Gondor... and Minias Tirith...
Merry:
Aragorn was getting older, but he was still formidable,
And Arwen still a striking vision of Elvish beauty. For
So long we held each other, bonding again after so long apart...
There, in the white city, we would spend our remaining time...
I knew that death would come for al of us... but it still hurt...
All seemed over when Pippin died...
-"Merridh... tha mi cuimhneachadh 'n t-s�orrachd..."
("Merry... I remember the Shire...")
Merry (cont.):
My heart was caught in my throat... I could say nothing at all...
-"Tha mi 'g ionndrainn an t-s�orrachd... Frodo, Sam... uile duine... uile rud...
("I miss the Shire... Frodo, Sam... everybody... everything...")
-"Tha mi fiosrach a bheil thu..." ("I know that you do...")
-"'S miann leam a b' urrainn dhuinn dhol air ais ri h-uile rud...
Cha do ghràdhaich mi h-uile duine gu leòr a-riamh..."
("I wish that we could go back to everything... I never loved everyone enough...")
-"Fuist, a leannain... na bruidh'nn...! gabh fois..." ("Hush, my love... do not speak...! rest...")
- "A Mherridh...pòg mi... a leannain..." ("Merry...kiss me...my darling...")
Merry:
I held his poor, broken body...it was true...he was gone...
All else seemed to disappear...I couldn't stop sobbing...
His burial done weeks ago...I couldn't go home to the Shire...
It would take too long for me to get there...
I saw that there were too many memories...
I saw that I couldn't stay there any longer...
But I would be leaving him...
It broke my heart to leave him behind...
One last time...
So many mornings and nights, I would feel
Him in my arms... then it hit me all over...
But I would be buried with him someday...
Memories of Pippin and our experiences,
Happy and tragic, seemed to echo in my mind...
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...)
-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...)
"Lorgaidh mi thu, a Phippin, m'aingeal...
Fuirich dhomh..."
("I shalt find thee, Pippin, my angel...wait for me...")
Cha choisich thu (Thou won't walk)A-rithist air an t�r fodhainn... (Again on this earth beneath us...)
Th'e f�or. Fuireach, a leannain, ('T is true. Waiting, dearest,)
Ort anns a' ghaoth... (For thee in the wind...)
"Caoinibh;" thuirt
e...
("Weep;" he said...)
"Chan eil olc ann
deuran..."
("Tears are not evil...")
Tha thu gam
fhàgail...
(Thou art leaving from me...)
Agus bh'ann seasdar 'nad
ghuth...
(And there was comfort in thy voice...)
Blàthan
bàsachadh,
(Dying flowers,)
Thog iadsan am
c�nn;
(They lifted their heads;)
Th'ann beatha
annta...
(There is life in them...)
Sèist:
Chorus:
Th'ann fhathast
dòchas...
(There's still hope...)
Mòran beinntean a dh�rich
mi...
(Many mountains that I climbed...)
Rathaidean a choisich
mi...
(Roads that I walked...)
Dhut, dhèanainn iad
a-rithist...
(For thee, I would do them again...)
Chan eil mi fo
amharas
(I do not doubt)
Gum coinnich sinn
a-rithist...
(That we will meet again...)
Fanaidh mi do
thilleadh...
(I will await thy return...)
Gabh fois, a
ghaoil...
(Rest, my love...)
Tha 'n bròn seachad
oirnne...
(The grief is over for us...)
Th'ann s�th 'san
saoghal...
(There is peace in the world...)
Tha h-uile
sàbhailte...
(All is saved...)
Ar cuirp, cumaidh 'n
t�r...
(Out bodies, the land will keep...)
Ach bidh ar n-anman
saorta...
(But our souls will be free...)
Amhairc na
beinnteann
(Behold the mountains)
Fodhainn a shiubhail sinn. A
cheana,
(Below us that we walked. Already,
Th'iad seargadh 'r
falbh...
(They are fading away...)
An Deireadh (The End)...