Title:
Knight of Rohan
Author: Anso the Hobbit
Beta: Marigold
Characters: Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam
Timeline: On the borders of Rohan, SR 1419
Note: Written for Marigold`s Challenge 9. Thanks to Birch Tree for putting me
on the idea through a post in her livejournal. Written from this “Shirebunny”: 3. On the way home, after the Quest, Merry
tries to explain to his friends his deep feelings for Theoden and why he is so
proud to be a Knight of Rohan. Great thanks and appreciation to Marigold for her excellent beta.
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“Merry? Why are you so proud to be a Knight of Rohan?”
The question came so suddenly and unexpectedly that Merry jumped. He had been
making himself ready to go to sleep, and while Merry undressed and put on his
nightshirt, Pippin had crawled up onto his cot, watching his cousin’s evening
routine – and evidently thought about Merry`s fidelity to Rohan.
Now Merry turned and looked at his cousin. “Why do you ask that?”
“Well” Pippin felt a little reluctant to bring it up. He was proud of being a
Knight of Gondor, and felt he was paying his debt to Boromir, but he and Merry
had not really talked about Merry´s Knighthood in other terms than exclaiming
over beautiful livery and the differences in duties they had – Pippin mostly
standing guard or running errands, and while Merry did that too, he also served
as Čomer`s scribe among other things. “I watched you take farewell of Rohan earlier,
and it occurred to me that I hadn`t asked you before why you pledged your
allegiance.”
Just before the hobbits had retired that day, Merry had taken a for now last
farewell with Rohan. The Company travelling north had stopped for the night on
the borders of Rohan, and Merry had stood for a long time, gazing at the grassy
plains and tall mountains of a country belonging to a people and a King he so
recently had come to love almost as much as he loved the Shire.
He had stood there, watching and thinking, unheeded tears running down his
cheeks. Sorrow for his lost King, but also for taking leave of new friends, and
in hope for better times now that the war was over. He had sworn service to a
King out of love and sudden devotion. He had been so weary and scared and alone
that he had clung to the kindness that Thčoden King had shown him. And above
all else, he had wanted to do something, to help in any way he possibly could.
He had wanted to do anything that could bring him closer to his friends, his
cousins and to the end of the war.
And there was something about King Thčoden that had reminded Merry of his
father, whom he missed so very much. He had seen it the first time he laid eyes
upon him in Isengard. A strong leader but also a kind man that saw each single
person. Just like his da. As he gazed upon the country and people he had come
to love, he had longed for the green hills and orchards and meadows and people
of home, of the Shire, of Buckland and his family and friends there. And not
for the first time. He was on his way home now, but in his heart he knew he
would be back one day.
“Merry?”
Merry came back from his train of thought with a jolt. He had stood lost in
thought till Pippin spoke again, and now he climbed up to sit on the cot beside
his cousin. “Yes, Pip?”
“You didn`t answer my question. Merry – when I see you wearing that livery and
standing on guard at Čomer or Čowyn`s side you shine. You stand so straight and
the look in your eyes, Merry! Why are you so proud?”
What was he to say? That he had come to love Rohan almost as much as he loved
the Shire? That he had found people that cared for him, even if it was only to
keep him safe, and thought well of him even if he was a child’s legend, a
holbytla from the far north?
“I`m not quite sure what to say. I put my sword in the King`s lap and pledged
to serve him because he was kind to me and because he believed in me. He made
me feel capable of doing something. I was so lonely Pip. You had gone off to
Minas Tirith with Gandalf. Frodo and Sam – I didn`t know where they were.
Aragorn had hinted that he thought my path lay with King Thčoden, and then at
Helm’s Deep the King said that I might ride with him. He wanted me, and I was
filled with love for him at that moment and so offered him my sword. Thčoden
took me into his fold. For a time he was like a father to me.”
Merry paused and looked at Pippin. Pippin was watching him intently, his green
eyes full of love and compassion for his cousin, and Merry drew him into a hug.
Keeping his little cousin in his arms Merry continued. “I missed you so
horribly, and I felt like a bag and a bother. But Thčoden spoke kindly to me.
He was interested in me, in the Shire, in us as hobbits.
“After we left the muster at Dunharrow to ride to Minas Tirith, and Dernhelm –
Čowyn, I mean - took me on her horse – both of us disobeying his direct order
because we loved him so and would not be left behind, nobody paid any heed to
me. Why, Elfhelm, the čored leader even called me a tree-root when he stumbled
over me as I lay on the ground. But I am not bitter Pippin, I am glad. Because
being unnoticed took me to where I was able to do something. For the Shire and
for Rohan. Because I disobeyed my liege Lord`s direct order to stay behind, I
was at Pelennor and so could stab that foul Witch-king. When I saw Čowyn
defying him I had to help, though I was afraid. And then Thčoden died and I
thought Čowyn dead too. And everything was just blackness and pain, and I felt
I was surely dying myself.”
Merry stopped speaking and closed his eyes, shivering. Feeling his cousin`s
distress, Pippin pulled himself gently out of Merry`s grasp and put a blanket
around his cousin’s shoulders before wrapping Merry in his own arms, rubbing
his back. “I`m so sorry Mer. I`m so sorry you had to go through all that.”
“I`m sorry too Pip. But you found me. I don`t think I would have survived if
you hadn`t.”
The Shadow was hovering close again now that he had started to think about the
battle, but Merry forced his thoughts back on Thčoden. “Thčoden was just as
much in awe over us as I was of him. Do you remember when they found us
watching the gates in Isengard?”
Pippin nodded, but let Merry continue. “We were a people out of legend to him.
Rohan had been in the shadow of Mordor for so long, and here comes a people out
of the north that helps do things he`d never imagined possible. And Gandalf and
Aragorn, all of us giving him hope I believe. Hope that not everything had been
in vain and that there was still a chance to win the war.”
Pippin remembered. He had thought the old King polite and kind too, and thought
now that he would indeed have liked to sit down with him to talk about the
Shire and pipe-weed and anything else Thčoden might desire. He had pledged his
service to Gondor to repay his debt if he could because Boromir had died saving
Merry and him. But there had been no debt for Merry to pay to Rohan. “So you
pledged your service out of love, Merry? But couldn`t you have gone with
Strider?”
“I had already pledged myself to Thčoden before Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli
left. I could not take back my oath. It was at Helms Deep that Thčoden asked me
if I would ride with him to Dunharrow. He even had a pony for me, Pippin. I was
surprised and delighted by his kindness towards me and that he had thought to
find me a pony to ride. Then he said I should be his esquire if I wanted.”
“Oh” Pippin breathed. Denethor had certainly not asked him to be his esquire.
Pippin shuddered a little.
“Pip?” Merry looked up from his entwined hands that lay in his lap. “What is
it?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just thinking about the differences in Denethor and
Thčoden`s behaviour.”
“I am sorry, Pippin. But at least Aragorn will put things to right in Gondor
now.” Pippin`s eyes had grown moist at the thought of the Steward and Boromir
and Faramir.
“Come here. You`re shivering.” Merry opened his man-sized blanket and drew
Pippin in. It was big enough for both of them to be covered up from curly heads
to furry toes as they sat on Pippin`s cot.
They sat like that in silence for a while, when Pippin finally spoke. “I`m glad
Merry, that you did what you did. That you pledged your service, I mean.”
“Why is that Pippin?”
“Because if you hadn`t, Čowyn might not have known how valiant and true you
are. She might have left you behind at Dunharrow and you could not have joined
the battle. And then Čowyn would have been killed by the Witch-king, and
probably the battle would have been lost, and maybe even the war. And I
wouldn`t have found you and got you back. Perhaps we might never have seen each
other again, and I couldn’t bear that, Merry. ”
“Oh Pip!” Merry hugged Pippin close, drinking in the scent that was Pippin and
thinking that he was glad he had been found, so that he could have his Pippin
back too.
“Now, what`s this?” A voice said by the tent opening. Frodo and Sam entered,
and took in the sight on the cot. The two cousins were wrapped in each other’s
arms, tears evident on both faces and a huge blanket covering them almost
completely.
“Oh – we`re just talking about this Knight of Rohan here,” Pippin says and sat
up straight. “I think Merry loves Rohan even more than he loves the Shire now.”
“I do not!” Merry said, feigning indignance. “Not more anyway, maybe nearly as
much.”
“We have made some great friends while being away.” Sam said, entering behind
Frodo and sitting down on his cot. “Right fine folk all of them if you take my
meanin´.”
“I do, Sam.” Frodo said. “I shall miss them all dreadfully.”
“Yes. But we can always come back and visit.” Pippin said.
“And we can always write letters.” Merry added. “But I am glad I´m going home
now. I sorely wish to see the Shire and Buckland again. It’s time we went
home.”
THE END