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Recaptured!: 46. Gone

Gandalf eventually laid Merry down on the bedroll and
covered him over with the thin blanket. The little hobbit made no protest but
lay curled tightly, hardly even sobbing now, but paralysed with grief.

Gandalf emerged into the cold dawn air and hurried through
the early morning risers looking for Aragorn.

Eventually he found the ranger, almost ready to depart.
Gandalf explained as briefly as he could what had occurred to Legolas, the
confrontation with Sauron and the final loss of Pippin.

"I would not willingly burden you with the happenings
of this night." Gandalf felt extremely drained and full of sorrow himself,

"But you need to know what has occurred and, if you have time, to come and
look at Legolas."

"Poor little Pippin, this is a dreadful turn of events.
Of course, I will come and see what may be done for Legolas." Aragorn tied
his horse and turned to follow the wizard. "I was expecting him and Gimli
to ride with me and had wondered where they were."

"I think now that their road will lie in another
direction." Gandalf strode back to where he had left the stricken elf and
his companion. "Merry – I don't know what can be done for him."

"How is the little one?" Aragorn asked with
concern. "Is there any way that I can help him?"

"He is in a poor way," Gandalf sighed deeply.
"It's as if he had half of himself ripped out. I don't know if he can
recover from such a.loss. This has been a grim night's work."

"Legolas?" Aragorn knelt down beside the elf and
looked up at Gimli. "Has he made any sound or shown any recognition?"

"No, he merely stares." Gimli shook his head.
"I cannot even get him to take a drink."

"He is alive, he breathes, he sees." Aragorn gazed
hard into the blue eyes. "It is as if he had lost the ability to react to
anyone or anything." The ranger turned to Gandalf. "Did you try to
speak to his mind?"

"No, I was occupied with other matters after the link
was broken." Gandalf bent down beside Aragorn to look into Legolas's eyes.
"And I was not linked directly to him, the link was through

"This is a wound that I have not experienced in field
or battle." Aragorn stood up as he spoke. "It is deep in the mind. I
have seen men afflicted with the dark shadow before, but this has not that look
about it. Perhaps the best cure you could try would be to persuade Merry to
link minds with him again to see if there is life within."

"Let us take him then." Gandalf indicated towards
the tent where Merry lay. "I am not sure whether the little one will be
able to help him now, but perhaps the need will be a cure for them both."

Aragorn and Gimli took Legolas by the hands and gently drew
him up to his feet. The elf obediently rose and allowed them to lead him
forward, although he still showed no awareness of their presence.


Pippin had been stunned and frightened beyond thought when
Great Dark Presence pronounced a death sentence on both Merry and him. Merry
had screamed 'Noooo!' and had then pleaded for him to be spared.
The Witch King said he would be dead within the hour.

'Dead within the hour' He would never escape and he
would never, ever see Merry again. A cold dread seized his heart, numbing all
the pain and hurt from him at that stark realisation.

Merry was pleading, then someone, someone big, he could not
tell who it was, shouted at Merry and Merry was gone – empty – silent - gone.
He was alone with death.

In his panic he had frantically called out to Merry. He did
not expect an answer. First Legolas had gone and now Merry – he had not
imagined that death would be this cruel – this lonely.

But then the Wraith had started to bear him away and as it
did it whispered its malice in his head, telling him how the end would be.
Telling him he was less than a piece of carrion, a piece of disgusting gristle
that his Master had spat out. It ran sharp cold gauntlet-covered talons over
Pip's numb body as it told how the orcs liked to play with their meat.


The Wraith's sneering laugh cut into Pippin as viciously as

Pippin tried to shut out the horrific images, but he knew
that soon they would be more than just pictures in his head. He was consumed
with fear now and, in his state of mental shock, started to calculate how much
it was going to hurt – to be ripped to pieces – to die – and how long it would
take before he could no longer feel anything.

And of all these sad and petrifying thoughts, one welled up
over all the others. He wanted Merry. Just to hear him again – one time. That
finally broke through the paralysis of terror and Pippin wept, hiccuping little
sobs, the only noise he could make out loud. His mind cried out again – no not
his mind, it was deeper – his soul screamed out across the blackness of his

'Merry! Where You?'


'merr… pleasssse only for bye'

Silence. Wait. Steps downward, down, down, downward towards
horror and death. Silence.

'merry? merr…?'

Pippin shivered a deep heart-quaking shiver. He was alone.
At the end.


'pip i come'

'merr… got do bye now' Merry was back! Pippin hid the
remainder of his sobs. They could say goodbye. That's all he had wished for.
That's all he would do. Say goodbye and make Merry go. He couldn't let his Merry suffer with him and it would be too
dreadful to think of Merry hearing him die.

'pip feel hand? i touch.'

And he could feel it – Merry's hand in his!

'merr…do feel…'

Then the wraith had talked to Merry – his Merry! His tiny
private goodbye, he wasn't even allowed that from this evil, malicious
stinkheap. Merry had argued with it. His brave Merry. He even tried to make it
let him go. But it just shouted at Merry.

Then Pip saw what Merry could not. The orc was there and the
Wraith handed him to the big creature. He knew the Wraith told the orc things,
but Pippin in his silent world could not tell what the words were – he could
guess though, the orders for his torture and death.

He told Merry the Wraith was gone and that the orc was
taking him down more stairs.

Merry held his hand, just as he had always done. When he was
little and couldn't keep up with the bigger hobbit lads, Merry would come back
for him and hold his hand and help him along or
carry him tiggy-back. Always making a game of it, never making him feel
like a burden.

Merry told him to remember what he looked like. He wanted to
say that his face, the look of him, the feel of him, the very essence of him
was burned on his soul, now and forever. But in his limited mind-speak all he
could manage was 'do always go 'membrer… merr?' It didn't matter, Merry

Then Merry talked of the Shire, Frodo and Sam – all the
things they both loved. He couldn't - it was too painful to think of all he was
losing, all he would never see again – but maybe his death would at least help
those things to survive – maybe he wouldn't die for nothing. But he couldn't
think of them right now.

Merry just held him tightly and whispered words of love in
his mind. He cried, Merry cried.

The orc had arrived in the great mess hall – the one where
he had been before. It was standing at the top of the steps and held him up by
the rope around his neck. Pip choked and Merry heard it. It was time for him to
go. The orc was saying things and the other snarling and grimacing orcs were
gathering below, looking up at him and salivating and laughing.

Merry wouldn't leave – he had to. Pip wanted him to stay,
but not to hear him suffer. Not to hear him die.

Suddenly through all of this horror and pain he thought of
Legolas – his dear, sweet, kind elf. The last he heard from him was a terrible
cry of pain. What had happened to him?

But Merry said he was all right. Pippin wondered if this was
how it was supposed to feel before you die. Odd thoughts danced into his mind,
as if trying to distract him from what was ahead. Say goodbye to the others.
Say sorry for the trouble he caused them all. But most of all tell Merry how
much he loved him.

But he was falling, hands tied, couldn't twist, falling into
the arms of the filthy, ravening orcs. He screamed for Merry. He hadn't meant
to – Merry should go. Merry was hugging him, he felt it over the disgusting
clawing, ripping nails of the orcs.

He wanted it – wanted the touch of Merry to help him. But he
could not bear that Merry would feel this with him. As the orcs tore at him he
babbled, the mind words tumbling over in confusion. He loved Merry, was all he
could think – for always.

But he had to go. Pippin pulled at his mind even as it
screamed at him to hold on he pushed with all his might – pushing the one he
loved out of his head and away forever and ever. 'by-e…go bye merr…love you

A greasy black orc was holding him down, while another was
ripping his clothes off. Pippin closed his eyes and let himself sink into a
welcome black abyss. In the distant corner of his mind he heard a faint cry
dying – just as he was dying.

'Pip! Pippin! Pleeeeeasse! Pippin!'

He did not answer but let the thought lie within. 'Sorry
Merr… please don't cry. I –I love you – love you.'

And it was gone.

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Stories: 15
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Stories I have read and liked, dealing primarily with interactions between members of the Fellowship.

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Author: Llinos

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: Action

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 03/23/07

Original Post: 06/26/02

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Chapter List

1. A Twist in the Tale

2. Hobbit Hurling

3. Merry Yule and Orange Pips

4. A Palantír Is Not A Toy

5. Rescue

6. King Théoden

7. Pippin

8. Merry

9. Gandalf

10. Legolas

11. The Council

12. Interlude

13. The Road To Edoras

14. Poppy Paste

15. Attack!

16. All In Pippin's Mind

17. Merry Gets Sad

18. Pippin Gets High

19. A Sulky Hobbit

20. Poor Merry

21. Fever

22. Don't Let Me Go!

23. Bitter and Sweet

24. The Trial

25. Crime and Punishment

26. The Show

27. Drums of War

28. Rumblings

29. Searching

30. Converging

31. Betrayal

32. Aftermath

33. Wraithride

34. Lessons

35. Stigmata

36. Decisions

37. Ménage à trois

38. Misunderstandings

39. Visions

40. Remembering

41. Summoned

42. The Plan

43. Confrontation

44. Questions

45. Goodbye

46. Gone

47. Recovery

48. Promises

49. Friends and Strangers

50. Knots and Plots

51. Hide The Hobbit

52. Lost and Found

53. Promises and Threats

54. Blood and Water

55. Dead or Alive

56. Sad and Lonely

57. Hide and Seek

58. Near and Far

59. Touch and Go

60. Questions and Answers

61. Rough and Tumble

62. Beyond Help

63. Planning and Scheming

64. Requiescat

65. Echoes

66. Bribery and Corruption

67. Quo Vadis?

68. Friend or Foe

69. Terra Incognita

70. Caveat

71. Déjà vu

72. Truth and Lies

73. Catching Up

74. frodosam

75. Partings and Meetings

76. Gollum and Co

77. Shelob's Revenge

78. Rendezvous

79. Quartet

80. Needing Help

81. Perilous Paths

82. It's Magnic!

83. Ambush

84. Many Meetings

85. Telling the Tale

86. Love in a Shirt

87. News Fair and Foul

88. Rejoined

89. Minas Tirith

90. Honours

91. Bonding

92. Trusting to Luck

93. Conversations

94. Dangerous Thoughts

95. No Escape

96. No Surrender

97. Coup de gras

98. Requiescat In Pace

99. Feelings

100. Dead or Alive

101. Tales and Toil

102. Boromir The Brave

103. Calon Lân - (A Pure Heart)

104. In Dreams

105. The Last Debate

106. Battle Plans

107. Hey Ho To the Battle I Go!

108. Getting There

109. Who Wants To Play?