"Oh my god! Merry!" Pippin grasped Merry's arm suddenly with a pale face and growing smile. "Merry! He's come back from the dead! He's come back!"
Merry's tired body instantly shivered to life, and he sat up and turned, his heart jumping into his throat feeling as if it might choke him. He had his mouth open and the name formed, but only the B emerged before he saw the form that had caught Pippin's eyes.
"Gandalf!" Pippin was already up, already racing towards the approaching horse and wizard. "Gandalf! We thought you were dead!"
Merry stood up with difficulty. His muscles were sore and he was tired after such a long fight. He hadn't done much, true, not compared to the stone crushing of the Ents, but he had killed orcs. He had even gotten a satisfaction out of it.
He approached more slowly. He was able to smile, because the wizard was indeed back from the dead and that was worth a smile at least. "Gandalf!"
"Where in all this ruin is Treebeard? I want him."
The wizard strode past them, and Pippin laughed in delight. "Closer than ever! Even death hasn't changed old Gandalf, has it?" He looked at Merry then, and his grin faded in confusion. "What on earth is wrong with you? It's Gandalf!"
Merry looked away, still hearing those words in his head. "He's come back from the dead! He's come back!"
He trudged back towards the wall