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Recaptured!: 8. Merry

Théoden, King of Rohan and Lord of the Mark had seen many
things in his long life that angered him, made him smile, or moved him to
tears, filled him with compassion or admiration. But never before had anything
or anyone done all those things at once as did the sight of the tiny beaten and
blinded halfling standing erect and undaunted in the centre of the great tower
of Orthanc.



Merry, still wrapped in the rag of cloth ripped from
Gandalf's cloak, had staggered to his feet and held the chain from his cruel
neck collar like a weapon, raised and ready to swing at anyone or anything that
approached. "Who's there? Stay back!" Merry's voice quavered just a
little, but he stood firm.



"Do not fear me, Master Holbytla… Halfling."
Théoden corrected himself. "Your given name is Merry, is it not? Gandalf
sent me and I have a message by which you will know I mean you no harm."



Merry did not relax yet, but kept his hands raised and stuck
out his chin. "Who are you? What message?"



"He bade me say this," Théoden paused a moment as
he recollected the exact words. "'Gandalf understood why you stole The
Tribute to Smaug
. It was a grand firework.
'"



Merry brought his hands down, but kept hold of the chain,
"Who are you?"



"I am Théoden, King of Rohan and Lord of the
Mark." He ventured a few steps forward to lay his hand gently on Merry's
shoulder. "And I come to offer you my sword and protection Master
Meriadoc."



Merry gasped a little as he became aware of the greatness of
the man he had been challenging. He dropped on one knee, "I beg pardon,
Lord. I did not mean…" He suddenly grew faint and slumped down to crouch
on all fours, the tension and adrenaline abandoning him.



The elderly King eased himself down to sit next to the small
figure on the stone flags. "Master Merry," Théoden manoeuvred the
sightless hobbit into a sitting position. "I rule a great Kingdom and
command a vast army of valiant warriors. But seldom have I seen such a brave
heart as you obviously possess."



Merry scarcely knew what to say. "I am not brave – I
was just frightened."



"And with just cause." Théoden was not accustomed
to sitting on the ground and awkwardly removed his sword from the scabbard.
"But you have naught to fear from me. Here is my sword, Meriadoc." He
placed Merry's small hand upon the hilts. "It will protect us both from
danger."



"You are truly kind, Sir to offer your protection to
me." Merry's trust in the kindly voice was growing with each word.
"Had I still a sword myself, I would lay it at your feet."



"And I would accept it." Théoden said sincerely.



"But I fear it will not be enough and you should leave
here soon." Merry did not want the King to suffer what he thought to be
his fate.



"I will not leave before Gandalf returns to help you
down from this tower." Théoden assured him.



"But Saruman has summoned a Nazgûl, a winged
Ringwraith. It is coming to take Pippin and me to the Dark Lord Sauron."
Merry's voice was quivering slightly. "I could not tell Gandalf, because
he might have stayed here and then Pippin would have died."



"And you would sacrifice yourself for your
companion." Théoden said, "that is a mark of a true friend,
Merry."



"He would do no less for me. Pippin is safe now, I
think, with Gandalf." Merry drew the rag of cloak around him and shivered.
"But you should not remain here, Lord."



"I will not leave you here alone." Théoden stood
and replaced his sword in its scabbard and took Merry's hand, gently
encouraging him to his feet. "Come, I can guide you down the Orthanc
steps. Will you trust me to do that?"



"Yes, Sir." Merry held the King's hand with both
of his. He had not walked far since he had lost his sight and was anxious at
the idea of climbing down steep steps. "Is it far?"



"There are many steps," Théoden said guiding the
hobbit to the entrance. "But even if we do not go all the way down, we
should start."



Théoden reached out to open the great door to the Orthanc
steps, but even as he did so there was a terrifying clap of thunder and almost
simultaneously a lightening bolt struck the door. Théoden let go of Merry's
hands to draw his sword and reel around, pushing the hobbit behind him. A
dreadful sight met his eyes.



The Nazgûl's foul black winged steed took up most of the
space between two stanchions. It was wreathed in a stench which both Merry and
the King could smell. Its long claws clutched the sides of the great pillars
and its great horned body was scaled and scarred. Upon it sat a shape,
black-mantled, huge and threatening. A crown of steel was on its brow, but
between rim and robe, Théoden could see nothing save only a deadly gleam of
eyes.



"Do not hinder me, foul creature." Théoden stood
firmly in front of the hobbit.



The thing spoke. "Stand aside mortal. I am destined to
take the one who sees me. Stand aside!"



Merry was pushed back against the door and, in his
blindness, did not expect to lay eyes upon the danger, although the stench of
it filled his very being. But, as he turned his head towards the fell voice, he
gasped in horror. "Théoden, my Lord. I can see him!"



"What! What do you see, Merry?" Théoden darted an
anxious glance behind him at the hobbit.



The wraith spoke again. "He sees me. He dwells in the
shadow world of the Dark Lord where Saruman cast him."



Merry's voice was barely above a whisper. "It is a man,
a King, clothed all in white. Very ancient, with a crown upon his brow. I see
nothing else, but I can no longer look away." Merry fell to his knees and
put his hands over his eyes. The vision pursued him.



"Stand aside!" The wraith ordered Théoden, while
his steed screeched out its fury. "He is mine and I will take him. A sorry
prize it may be, one small beaten halfling, but it is Saruman's tribute and the
Dark Lord wishes it."



"There is a greater prize here than one small, beaten halfling."
Théoden was resolute. "This is a noble and untainted soul. You must defeat
me Théoden King of Rohan to win this prize."



"Then so be it." The wraith sent forth a bolt of
lighting, which struck Théoden's sword from his hand and felled the King to ground.



"Merry go to the stairs!" Théoden cried trying to
grasp his sword again. "Go now!"



But Merry stepped forward and stood in front of Théoden. He
bowed his head to the Nazgûl meekly. "Take just what you came for and do
not hinder others. Take one small halfling as your prize."



The creature seemed to be appeased by the offer. "Come
then halfling, you are already in the Dark Lord's thrall. It is fitting that I
bear you away to my Lord Sauron."



The Nazgûl reached out its long fingers and clutched Merry
on the shoulder, but immediately it screeched as if the hand had been thrust
into a furnace. The fist pulled away and the creature hissed at the hobbit in
rage and anger. "Filthy wizard cloth!" It screamed.



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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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Story Information

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?