A/N: If you haven't read ROTK you might get confused. This chapter is MC and Merry's group, but its not starting at when they arrive at Minas Tirith... and i would like to thank everyone who has reviewed! Keep them coming. please. thank you :) Er, sorry this chapter is so short....
~TC
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Merry laid on the ground under a blanket and wondered how in the world he would handle the remainder of their journey. Between Dernhelm never talking and MC hating him, Merry felt very alone. Plus the fact that he had to remain unknown and that TC's warg was following them, that didn't help matters.
"Less than one day left." Merry thought to himself. Then something hit him in the back. He didn't even need to check to see what it was. It happened every single night. MC claimed she just kicked in her sleep... somehow Merry doubted the sleep part.
"YOU @$$HOLE!" MC suddenly hissed. "I can't believe you just tripped over me, then called me a tree root! B@$*%#$! I'm no f#*$@%* tree root! I'm a hobbit!"
"Sorry," the guy, Elfhelm, apologized. "I didn't see you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing!"
"You're saying I'm NOTHING?"
"No!"
"Then WHAT?"
Elfhelm paused, afraid to say nothing again. "Um..."
"UM?! IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOUR SELF?" MC wasnt quite yelling, but she was getting very mad.
"I'm so sorry!" Merry inturrupted. He was amazed no one was staring. "She's just...uh..." Merry glanced at MC, who was giving him a look, daring him to finish his sentence.
"I'm WHAT?"
"Er...tired?"
"What are you implying?"
"That you need to sleep?" Merry knew he was just digging his hole deeper and deeper.
"You don't like me when I'm tired?"
"Oh no! It's not that at all! You're very...pleasant."
"You have a tone in your voice!"
"HOLY CRAP WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?"
"The truth! What you REALLY think!"
"No!"
"Why?"
"I wanna live!"
Elfhelm decided to inturrupt. "Um...we'll probably be leaving soon. pack up!"
"We don't need to pack up!" MC said foully. "We'll BE packed up!"
Elfhelm sighed in frustration. He told them about the wild man visiting them, then left.
"I'm getting out of here!" Merry ran off quietly to the tent where Theoden, Eomer, and the wild man were talking.
"Why are Giml's relatives visiting us?" MC asked. Merry was surprised to find her near him without him being in physical pain. Then he felt her hand clamping down, hard, on his shoulder.
"Why'd you follow me?"
"Bored."
"Of course."
There was an awkward silence.
Merry continued. "By the way, that's not one of Gimli's relatives. That's a wild man, I guess they're deciding whether or not he'll help us."
"It's gonna help us?"
"I'm not sure if HE will help us."
They listened for a few more moments.
"Come on!" Merry whispered. "They're almost done." Merry went back to their original place, MC following. At a distance.
That day they rode on a somewhat unknown path. The wild man, Ghan-Buri-Ghan, was leading them. MC was, once again, in between Dernhelm and Merry.
"Move your hilt!" Merry hissed.
"What?" MC asked, feigning innocence.
"You know what!"
"I'm not touching my sword..."
"Then why is the hilt up my butt?"
"Hm...always knew you had SOMETHING shoved up there..."
"Very funny! If you don't move it, I will!"
"How? If you do, we'll be noticed."
"So YOU get it out!"
"Actually, I myself am quite comfortable, I think I'll wait a while."
Merry found it very hard to keep his voice quiet. He was incredibly frustrated. Then they noticed more wild men come out. They all looked alike.
"God it's like a fricken family reunion! Why isn't Gimli here?" MC asked. Merry elbowed her in the ribs. The wild men soon left them. Elfhelm said they were no longer in need of their guidance.
Soon, they rode off swiftly. MC and Merry worked on loosening their swords (MC wasn't happy about releasing Merry's discomfort though). The city came into view, causing both hobbits to gasp in horror, thinking of their friends. The pace slowed somewhat, and after a while they halted, staring at the city. MC had a (rather quiet) fit. She wanted to fight.
"Come on already!" she hissed at Dernhelm. "Ignore the king! Let's GO!"
"Shut up!" Dernhelm hissed back.
After what seemed an eternity,Theoden got excited and they started galloping towards the city.
~TC
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Merry laid on the ground under a blanket and wondered how in the world he would handle the remainder of their journey. Between Dernhelm never talking and MC hating him, Merry felt very alone. Plus the fact that he had to remain unknown and that TC's warg was following them, that didn't help matters.
"Less than one day left." Merry thought to himself. Then something hit him in the back. He didn't even need to check to see what it was. It happened every single night. MC claimed she just kicked in her sleep... somehow Merry doubted the sleep part.
"YOU @$$HOLE!" MC suddenly hissed. "I can't believe you just tripped over me, then called me a tree root! B@$*%#$! I'm no f#*$@%* tree root! I'm a hobbit!"
"Sorry," the guy, Elfhelm, apologized. "I didn't see you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing!"
"You're saying I'm NOTHING?"
"No!"
"Then WHAT?"
Elfhelm paused, afraid to say nothing again. "Um..."
"UM?! IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOUR SELF?" MC wasnt quite yelling, but she was getting very mad.
"I'm so sorry!" Merry inturrupted. He was amazed no one was staring. "She's just...uh..." Merry glanced at MC, who was giving him a look, daring him to finish his sentence.
"I'm WHAT?"
"Er...tired?"
"What are you implying?"
"That you need to sleep?" Merry knew he was just digging his hole deeper and deeper.
"You don't like me when I'm tired?"
"Oh no! It's not that at all! You're very...pleasant."
"You have a tone in your voice!"
"HOLY CRAP WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?"
"The truth! What you REALLY think!"
"No!"
"Why?"
"I wanna live!"
Elfhelm decided to inturrupt. "Um...we'll probably be leaving soon. pack up!"
"We don't need to pack up!" MC said foully. "We'll BE packed up!"
Elfhelm sighed in frustration. He told them about the wild man visiting them, then left.
"I'm getting out of here!" Merry ran off quietly to the tent where Theoden, Eomer, and the wild man were talking.
"Why are Giml's relatives visiting us?" MC asked. Merry was surprised to find her near him without him being in physical pain. Then he felt her hand clamping down, hard, on his shoulder.
"Why'd you follow me?"
"Bored."
"Of course."
There was an awkward silence.
Merry continued. "By the way, that's not one of Gimli's relatives. That's a wild man, I guess they're deciding whether or not he'll help us."
"It's gonna help us?"
"I'm not sure if HE will help us."
They listened for a few more moments.
"Come on!" Merry whispered. "They're almost done." Merry went back to their original place, MC following. At a distance.
That day they rode on a somewhat unknown path. The wild man, Ghan-Buri-Ghan, was leading them. MC was, once again, in between Dernhelm and Merry.
"Move your hilt!" Merry hissed.
"What?" MC asked, feigning innocence.
"You know what!"
"I'm not touching my sword..."
"Then why is the hilt up my butt?"
"Hm...always knew you had SOMETHING shoved up there..."
"Very funny! If you don't move it, I will!"
"How? If you do, we'll be noticed."
"So YOU get it out!"
"Actually, I myself am quite comfortable, I think I'll wait a while."
Merry found it very hard to keep his voice quiet. He was incredibly frustrated. Then they noticed more wild men come out. They all looked alike.
"God it's like a fricken family reunion! Why isn't Gimli here?" MC asked. Merry elbowed her in the ribs. The wild men soon left them. Elfhelm said they were no longer in need of their guidance.
Soon, they rode off swiftly. MC and Merry worked on loosening their swords (MC wasn't happy about releasing Merry's discomfort though). The city came into view, causing both hobbits to gasp in horror, thinking of their friends. The pace slowed somewhat, and after a while they halted, staring at the city. MC had a (rather quiet) fit. She wanted to fight.
"Come on already!" she hissed at Dernhelm. "Ignore the king! Let's GO!"
"Shut up!" Dernhelm hissed back.
After what seemed an eternity,Theoden got excited and they started galloping towards the city.