spikessweetgirl (spikessweetgirl) wrote in fieldsofgold, @ 2009-01-06 17:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | i'm going to look after you merry/pippin |
I'm Going To Look After You Merry/Pippin
Title: I'm Going To Look After You
Rating: G
Fandom: LOTR
Ship: Merry/Pippin friendship
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to Tolkien
Summary: Pippin looks for a fallen Merry
Dedication: Hello Britta:) This one is for you! Now you must join the community:) LOL
I’m Going To Look After You
Merry/Pippin Reunion Scene
Pippin stepped over bodies and dodged rushed soldiers as he walked in a daze, clinging tightly to the cloak that had belonged to the bestest friend a hobbit could ask for. Merry. Merry who he had left behind. Merry, who had been so angry with him and thought he smoked too much. Merry who would constantly get him in trouble. He was here somewhere. He knew he was. It was only the matter of find him.
What kind of mischief was Merry up to now? Why was he up to it without him? Pippin could only guess the reasons why. He shook his head as he remembered all the times they had raided gardens for mushrooms and ran off in a fright when discovered, all on the idea of Merry’s to go mushroom picking. He remembered sitting off fireworks at Bilbo’s Birthday party, all because Merry was curious about how they had worked. Gandalf had not been pleased with either of them. But that was ok, because they were together. As long as they were together, they could handle anything. But now…now they weren’t together. Trouble had befallen Merry, somehow and Pippin wasn’t there to care for him.
“Merry, where are you?” Pippin asked himself, fighting tears. Crying wasn’t going to help him find Merry any faster. It would just hinder his progress.
Bodies. Bodies everywhere, all big and clumsy. No sign of a pint size man with curly hair. Dammit! Where was he?! Pippin sighed, losing hope. There seemed to be no hope of finding anyone in this field of bloody corpses. Maybe if he called out for Merry. Maybe he’ll hear and call back. What else was there to do, but give up and turn back? Give up and leave Merry for dead…could he do that? Could he live with himself? Without his best friend? No! He couldn’t! He had to try. He just had to.
“Merry! Merry!”
Not too far away, Merry laid on his side, a giant corpse practically squashing his broken body. He tried no to breath, because every time he did, it felt like something sharp was poking a organ. Breathing was most difficult and his chest and hand did nothing but ache. He was going to die. He just knew he was. Tears spelt onto the bloodied ground as he thought of how he’d never see Pippin again…never tell him how much he loved him and how his best times were with him. He’d never get to apologize for yelling like had before Gandalf and Pippin left for Gondor. He’d never see the shire again, or have another ale at the green dragon, with it’s nose and revelry.
He smiled as he thought of the song that he and Pippin had danced to on that night that now seemed a million years ago. Songs…they had always liked their songs…even more than getting into mischief. Oh Pippin…that fool of a Took, Gandalf would say. He didn’t mind dying really…he just wished…he just wished that he could see Pippin one last time…sing their song together…laugh…just one last time.
The smile faded as the pain intensified. He had no hope for survival. No one would find him. Eowyn was probably dead, and she was the only one that knew he was there. He was going to die, alone and crushed under some big lugs corpse, next to a fallen Orliphaunt. This was the end of Merry of the Shire.
“Merry! Merry!” a achingly familiar voice called out, a much loved voice, tinged with desperation and failing hope. “Merry!”
Pippin! It was Pippin! Somehow, he knew he was here and was looking for him. If only he had the strength to yell, to cry, to do anything but lay there in a fatal silence that meant the death of him. There was no way that Pippin would find him, not with him being covered with a corpse.
“Merry!”
“Pippin,” Merry whispered, not able to move even a finger. His voice, only on the level of a breeze. There was no way Pippin would hear him. No way at all. He closed his eyes and said a silent good bye. “It’s been fun, old friend,” was the only thing he could think to say at this moment as tears fell.
Pippin stopped and stared, all hope gone. He had called until he was hoarse, and still no sign of Merry. He was gone. Probably trampled by one of those Orliphaunt things. Tears welled in his eyes as he took one last look at his surroundings and then all tears dried up. One of the corpses had four legs, and two of those legs were shorter than the other! That could only mean…”Merry!”
Using all his strength, Pippin pushed the corpse off his friend and turned the seemingly unconscious hobbit around so he could see him. More tears fell. Merry looked so beaten…so fragile…more fragile than he could even imagine him to be.
“Merry, it’s me. It’s Pippin,” His voice cracked with tears. He had never seen him look so broken.
“Pippin,” Merry opened his eyes, bright blue, despite his injuries, but his voice…so full of pain.
Merry stared up at his friend, tears falling from his eyes. Looking around, he noticed that nothing but corpses surrounded them. Everyone had gone. Left him for dead. But Pippin…he came and found him. Just like deep down, he knew he would.
“I knew you’d come for me.”
Joyful tears fell as Pippin’s hold tightened. “Yes.”
Merry looked around once more, thinking of how alone he was. No one had cared to search for the hobbit. Too small for anything but entertainment. Maybe Pippin was going to leave him to. Maybe he just wanted to say goodbye. “Are you going to leave me?”
Leave him? Why would he ask such a thing? Leave him? Not if Pippin had his way. He’ll never leave Merry’s side again, just as long as he lived. No, he was never going to leave. He was going to nurse him back to health. That’s what friends did…they stand by each other through thick and thin. “No, Merry. I’m going to look after you.”
He unwound Merry’s cloak and draped it over the small hobbit’s body. He needed to get Merry somewhere warm and safe…but how? He looked around for something to carry him in and stopped when he saw Faramir running towards him, his eyes full of concern.
“Lady Eowyn sent me to look for a Merry. She said he was a halfling, such as yourself. I take it this is him?” Faramir eyed the injured hobbit curiously.
“Yes. Yes. Please help him,” Pippin nodded, standing aside for Faramir to scoop Merry into his arms.
“Come, young Pippin. We have a nice warm bed waiting for your friend,” Faramir gently smiled, cradling the small body in his arms.
Hope returned, Pippin smiled and followed the man, stepping over corpses and discarded weapons. For the first time in hours, Pippin was optimistic. He had found stopped a murder, found Merry, and now see his friend to full recovery. Nothing could make him happier.
As he followed the man, he heard Merry’s voice and decided to join in, slow, yet full of hope. “You can drink your fancy ales, you can drink them by the flagon. But never was there so true, when it comes from the green dragon.”
THE END