Sunset arrived when they had reached weathertop, all of them exhausted. Aragorn, however, decided that he still needed to clear and check the area. Melaina had offered to go with him, but someone needed to protect the four other hobbits.

Merry admired the Hobbit-sized sword he had given him, a wide grin plastered on his face as he softly ran his fingers across the metal.

"This is so cool..." He muttered, standing up and waving the sword around, as if he was fighting an invisible enemy.

Melaina smiled at her brother, stood up and pretended to be his enemy. The sound of metal on metal echoed through Weathertop, though they made sure that it wasn't to audible.

"Move your feet, Meriadoc!" She exclaimed, attacking him and missing him on purpose. He did as he was told, and so they fought for a long while, till both were exhausted.

She noticed the others were trying to put on a fire, but she quickly stopped them.

"The Ringwraiths'll notice." She whispered, all of them stopped doing what they were doing and fantasizing the horror that would take place if they continued.

"Go to sleep, my friends, I'll keep watch." Though she was exhausted, she couldn't choose anyone else for the task than herself, and she had experience with it.

Merry told himself that he would stay up too, since he noticed the dark circles under his sister's eyes.

But after two hours, Merry's eyes slowly closed and he fell in a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

Aragorn returned not much after that, greeting Melaina and telling her he'll keep guard. She lifted her shoulders, not really caring to answer. She walked over to an empty spot and let her fall to the ground. And soon enough, even her eyes closed.

Nightmares haunted her sleep, but she couldn't find any peace or comfort in her dreams. Screaming, she woke up to notice that her brother stood next to her. He took her hand in his, and slowly laid his hand on her back, trying to comfort her as much as he could.

She couldn't hold back her tears, nor her sobs, and she cried into her brother's shoulder till her eyes felt sore and there were no tears left to spill.

Pippin watched from a distance, feeling sorry for the crying hobbit. He knew he couldn't do anything, he wasn't good with these kind of situations, and his best friend was already trying to calm te girl down.

He could see the hurt in her eyes. All of them could see it.

She clung to her brothers chest, she didn't want to lose him like happened in her dream. But she wouldn't lose him, he wouldn't leave her side till she felt okay. Till she was back to her normal self.

"It's okay, I'm here. Everything's okay..." He whispered in her ear, hugging her tightly. She had longed for a hug, longed for her brother, longed for a family, longed for a normal life like any other Hobbit had.

After a while, she fell asleep in her brothers arms, tear staines on her cheeks and her eyes still red and puffy. She had cried herself to sleep.