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Title: The
Prophecy
Title: The Prophecy, Part Two: Èowyn
When Merry and Pippin had finished breakfast, Merry lay down to have a little nap before venturing out into the hallways of the Houses of Healing to visit Èowyn. Tired out, Merry curled up on his good side and fell asleep almost between one breath and the next. Pippin lovingly kissed his cousin’s brow and tucked the blankets snugly in around him before he went to guard the chamber where Faramir lay, as was his assigned duty when he was not at Merry´s side. When Merry awoke it was almost time for lunch. He burrowed even deeper under the covers and wondered for a moment how he had come to be in such a delightful featherbed. When he opened his eyes, reality hit him full force and he gasped for air, remembering everything in a rush. Slowly he sat up and felt his arm. It wasn´t hurting as much as it had before, but he still couldn´t use it or feel much warmth in his fingers. Merry remembered the talk he had had with Aragorn that morning and wanted to see if he were strong enough to go see Èowyn about the prophecy before he went outside into the garden. He slid off the high bed and tried to straighten his clothes and smooth his curls before he draped his cloak around his shoulders, managing to fasten it with his left hand and some tricky body movements. Pippin had helped him dress that morning, and he was thankful he didn´t have to try to manage the task himself, as like as not he would have failed miserably and wound up walking around in a nightshirt. As he reached for the knob, the door opened of its own accord and Merry stepped back into the room to let it open fully. “Master Perian?” It was one of the healers. “Are you going out?” Merry nodded. “Yes. Lord Aragorn said I was fit enough to be up and about a little today.” “Yes, I was told. I am come to see about making a sling for your arm, so you won´t have to cradle it with your good hand when you are awake.” Merry breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the healer. When he was lying or sitting in bed it wasn´t a problem but walking about he´d had to cradle it with his left hand so it wouldn´t dangle unused at his side, something that wasn`t very convenient or comfortable, and besides, the arm hurt, so it was good to keep it still. The healer sat Merry down on the bedside and quickly fastened the sling for him. Then he looked Merry over carefully before shaking his head in disbelief. “This is remarkable! Yesterday you were all but dead, and today you are up and walking. You perians are a remarkable race, I must say.” “Thank you. Yes, well…” Merry didn´t know what to say to that. He had of course heard how remarkable their healing abilities were several times over on their journey, so he decided to ask about the other patients instead. “How is the Lady Èowyn faring? And Lord Faramir?” “They are both healing nicely, and the Lady Èowyn is also awake I believe. I was in to see her just a moment ago and she asked about you.” “That is good then, because I was on my way to see her when you came in. Can you please show me where she is?” The healer held the door open for Merry and together they went down the hallway. “This is her room.” “Thank you,” Merry said and knocked softly on the door. “Come in,” a female voice answered. Merry turned the handle and stepped inside. “Merry!” Èowyn said from where she sat on a chair by the bed. “It is good to see you. Are you well?” She looked just as fair as Merry remembered her being at Dunharrow, but she had a sorrowful look on her face, and her arm was in a sling, just as his was, in fact both of her arms seemed to be hurt. Merry bowed. “Well, not completely I suppose, but on the mend, thank you. It´s good to see you too. How are you faring?” “I am healing. My sword arm is strangely cold and pains me, and the other is broken but the bone will heal in time. Please, sit and eat with me? It´s almost time for lunch and you must be famished.” Èowyn smiled and gestured to another chair which Merry climbed up into. “Thank you.” Merry smiled back. He wasn`t hungry at all, but no hobbit refused food, if not for any purpose other than to keep up a pretence of cheer and good health. Merry found he wanted Èowyn not to worry about him. He liked her very much, and they had shared something very special that had made a very strong bond between them, almost like brother and sister. “I heard one other of your kind is here. Are you somehow related?” Èowyn said as Merry sat down and made himself as comfortable as he could in the huge chair. He was a funny and charming little fellow and she was thrilled that she would get an opportunity to talk to him now. They had ridden so long in secrecy and stealth and there hadn’t been an opportunity to get to know one another. She had never seen a holbytla – hobbit, she corrected herself, before and this small being out of legend had proved to be brave and true and very nice to be around. Gingerly she picked up a slice of warm bread in her left hand. She felt comfortable around Merry and found that she had grown to think of him as a brother. Having heard about this other holbytla she wondered who he was. It seemed certain that Merry would know him, and she wanted to learn more about the Little People. Merry was so joyful and easy-going, like a child almost, and he seemed innocent and curious, all qualities that had for the most part been lost to her long ago. “Pippin? Oh, yes. He´s my cousin.” Merry said. He smiled as he thought of how word about the little solider of Gondor probably had spread through the City. As they ate they talked of the Shire and Rohan and of such things as they had not had opportunity to do during their journey. “Èowyn,” Merry said after they had finished eating – both more picking at their food than actually eating, but neither of them commented on it. “I have something to tell you.” “What is it, Merry?” Èowyn said, looking at her friend enquiringly. “This morning, Aragorn told me something. I´m not sure if it made me happy, but it put my heart to rest in a way. I hope that you will not be downhearted by this either.” “Tell me,” she said leaning forward a little, genuinely curious. Merry looked out the window for a moment. The sun shone but She was filtered through a layer of mist. “Aragorn said that there was a prophecy about those who were destined to kill the Witch-king.” He paused to watch her face for a reaction. Èowyn stopped smiling and looked almost shocked at her friend. “What?” “Glorfindel, the great Elven lord, said over a thousand years ago that the evil creature you killed would not be killed by any man. Èowyn, you fulfilled a prophecy!” Merry said. “I did?” She seemed still to be half in shock at the news. “Yes.” Merry agreed. “‘But no living man am I’ you said, remember?” Merry remembered Èowyn removing her disguise and felt once again the dread and pain he had felt just after he had stabbed the evil thing come back as he spoke of him. As Èowyn didn`t seem to come out of her shock, Merry gathered himself and reached for her left hand with his own and patted it gently. “It´s all right. He is dead now.” “He is dead,” she said, in a daze, but then her eyes fixed on Merry and they shone like stars. “But you helped me! I couldn´t have done it without you. We fulfilled this prophecy together, you and I. Oh, …” Tears filled her eyes and Merry rose and gave her a one-armed hug, which she returned as best she could. “Thank you Merry.” ”You`re very welcome.” Merry released her and stood back with tears in his own eyes. He had done it for her. She should not die, so fair and so desperate. If by life or death he could protect and defend her he would and he had. Èowyn leaned back in her chair, looking out of the window, all emotion and gentleness suddenly gone from her eyes. She seemed cold as stone, like the warrior she was. When she didn’t turn back to Merry for a while, he cleared his throat. Slowly she turned her head towards him again. “I am glad he is dead. He deserved no less.” Her voice was like steel, and Merry shuddered a little. He was glad he was not at her mercy, that her sword was not aimed for his heart. “Aren´t you?” “Well. He did hurt my cousin.” Merry said slowly. “Pippin?” “No, no. Frodo. He… his road did not lie with us.” Merry blushed. He should not have even mentioned that. He didn´t even know where Frodo was or if he was alive. Oh Frodo…Be safe wherever you are. Merry´s heart gave a lurch at the very thought, and he fought back his tears. “He was stabbed on our way to Rivendell.” “I am sorry,” Èowyn said. “Frodo survived, but was sorely wounded. Lord Elrond did what he could to heal him, but I fear he will carry some trace of that evil wound for the rest of his life.” “I wonder does this elf, Glorfindel, know that his prophecy is fulfilled?” Èowyn asked. “Does he dwell yet in Middle-earth, or has he crossed the sea?” “He lives in Rivendell. I don`t think he can know. Leastways Aragorn didn`t say anything about that, but he is a mighty Elf Lord, so perhaps he does.” Merry didn`t know Glorfindel very well, but he had led them safely to Rivendell, even if it was at a horrible pace and he had been so exhausted he barely could stand on his feet. But he had liked the elf. Merry decided he really wanted to see Glorfindel again, and hoped that they might meet again soon. He wondered what Glorfindel would say when he learned that one of Frodo’s companions had been one of those that fulfilled his prophecy. Had Glorfindel any idea when they had met before, Merry wondered? Merry thought of all of the things that could have gone wrong, and caused a far different outcome. Merry knew that he and Pippin being separated from Frodo and Sam at Parth Galen had led them to the Ents – even if they had had to suffer the hardship of being captured by orcs - and because the Ents led them to Isengard they got to meet Thèoden and thus Merry swore his service and so rode with Dernhelm. Some things happened and led to meetings that led to other meetings and happenings… “Why are you glad he is dead?” Merry asked. “Is it just because he was evil or do you believe that it was your destiny, that perhaps you became a shield maiden for the purpose of killing him?” “Yes, I believe so now that I have heard your words.” Èowyn said. “I have done what I was meant to do.” “Do you think this was your destiny?” she suddenly asked. “It seems as if it was,” Merry mused. “Does that frighten you?” “I could not have imagined that I would face such trials when we left the Shire. We were afraid of what perils lay ahead when we left and we ran into more danger than we thought possible. But I think I have learned that as you experience life, you gain strength to fight each fight and overcome the dangers that you face.” Merry`s solemn and thoughtful face suddenly broke into a smile again. “For better or worse, I am glad that I got the chance to meet you, my Lady,” Merry said. “I am glad too Merry, that I got to meet you. Who would have thought that I would meet a holbytla? You know you are a being out of legend to me?” “Yes,” Merry laughed a little at this. “I have heard. But you Èowyn, are a being outside of legend to me. We don`t have much to do with ordinary, everyday Big People in the Shire you see, let alone beautiful shield maidens.” Merry was rewarded with a sweet laugh. "Ah, Merry, how talking with you does lift my heart! Will you stay a while longer and share some wine? I would know more of you and your people." Merry was pleased to stay, postponing his walk in the garden for the next day, and as the afternoon drew towards evening, the Lady of Rohan and the hobbit from the Shire talked at length and the bond between them became even stronger. As Merry bid her good night and sought Pippin, supper, and his own bed, he vowed that he would not let that bond break, a vow that he kept for all of their lives. END
Title: The Prophecy Author: Anso the Hobbit Beta: Part one and two are betaed, but not part three Characters: Merry, Éowyn, Glorfindel. Aragorn, the Fellowship Timeline: Rohan SR 1419 Summary: Long, long ago, Glorfindel spoke a prophecy about who could kill the Witch-king. How did those who finally fulfilled that prophecy feel about having such a destiny? And what does Glorfindel think when he learns about his prophecy having come true? Note: The first two parts were written for Marigold’s challenges 9 and 10 but now the muse has struck again and here is finally the last and third part. I am assuming that the elves (and thus Glorfindel) that were present at Aragorn and Arwen’s wedding also were present at king Théoden’s funeral not long after as they did ride with the hobbits and Gandalf to Rivendell. To the best of my knowledge and ability this story is as I always strive to write, book-verse. Disclaimer: Not mine. They just own me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
PART THREE: Glorfindel
”There is someone you should meet,” Aragorn said taking Glorfindel aside after the formal banquet of Théoden’s funeral was over and the guests and family was spread around in little groups talking and remembering the great old king. Merry had asked Aragorn to help him find Glorfindel so that he and Éowyn could speak to the Elven lord about Glorfindel’s prophecy. Éowyn had not been at Arwen and Aragorn’s wedding and so Merry had had to wait until the funeral so that they could talk to Glorfindel together. He had briefly discussed it with Éowyn earlier and although they were both reluctant to talk about such dark matters, Merry had felt the need to tell Glorfindel about his prophecy coming true himself and sent the King of Gondor off to find the Elf for him.
“There is?” Glorfindel asked curiously, excusing himself from talking with Legolas.
“Yes, Two in fact. One you know a little, but I do not know if you have been properly introduced to the other one,” Aragorn said, smiling. Glorfindel had taken Sam, Merry and Pippin and Aragorn to Rivendell from the Ford of Bruinen after doing what he could for Frodo. He had also met the hobbits several times while they stayed in the Last Homely House. Aragorn led him to where Éowyn and Merry sat a little to the side for the rest of the hobbits and Gandalf.
“Strider! You found him!” Merry said, getting to his feet.
“Indeed I did, Merry.”
“Master Meriadoc?” Glorfindel said puzzled and sat down when Aragorn nudged him so that Merry didn`t have to crane his neck to talk to him. “Did you seek me?”
“Yes. I wanted to talk to you,” Merry said and turned to Aragorn. “You haven’t said anything, have you?”
“No,” Aragorn said and walked over to sit beside Gandalf and the other hobbits, curious about what Glorfindel would say.
“Good,” Merry turned to Glorfindel again. “I want you to meet someone. This is the Lady Éowyn. She is a shield maiden of Rohan and is also betrothed to Faramir, the Steward of Gondor.”
Glorfindel greeted Éowyn with many fair words before sitting down again. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”
Merry turned to Éowyn. “I… we have something to tell you.”
“I have heard,” Éowyn said, “that Elves have very long memories. Do you remember having said once that no man was destined to kill the Witch-king?”
“Yes I do. It was many years ago,” Glorfindel said still puzzled. “I heard he was destroyed but I have yet to hear what exactly happened.”
There had been rumours about how the Witch-king had come to be killed but Merry had asked those who knew the truth to not say anything to Glorfindel until he or Éowyn got a chance to tell him themselves. “Well, we would like to tell you what happened. Your prophecy came true.”
“It did? Tell me what happened.”
“You said that no man could kill him and that is what happened,” Éowyn said matter-of-fact.
“Who did it then?” Glorfindel looked at the Lady and the hobbit. “It can’t be any of you? Surely, a woman or a hobbit has nothing to do in a battle!”
“Perhaps not, but we were,” Merry answered. “The Lady Éowyn did it. She struck down his foul steed and stuck her blade between his crown and mantle and so he crumbled and died,” Merry said quietly.
“That was a great and valiant deed!” Glorfindel said, looking in wonder at Éowyn.
“I could not have done it had it not been for Merry here,” Éowyn said. “He dared to strike at his knee and so allowed for the distraction which made it possible for me to smite him down.”
“I couldn`t let you die alone!” Merry said. “You were – well are – so fair and beautiful and your true identity had just been revealed to me although I do not think you were aware of that then. I had to do what I could to aid you. The king was dead and all the Riders were either dead or too far away to be of any assistance.”
“You had to hide your true identity?” Glorfindel asked.
“Yes, I wasn’t allowed by my uncle, the king, to join the men in battle so I disguised myself as a man and rode unrecognised with them. I am a shield maiden so I have had sword training and there was nothing else I wanted in life than to go to battle and die in honour.” Éowyn said.
“That is a sad story. Had you nothing to live for?”
“No, there was nothing left for me at Edoras to bring me joy or hope in life. My mother died when I was a child, my cousin at the hands of wild Men defending Rohan’s borders. My uncle was old and ill under the spell of Saruman through his servant Grima and my brother was at war defending our lands against Saruman and his forces. I did not want to be caged at home without being able to be of use.”
“That is a sad story and indeed I say you have been of great use,” Glorfindel said. What about you Merry? Did the king allow for you to ride to battle?”
“No, I disobeyed him. I was so tired of being left behind and overlooked and I also wanted to be of some use. I begged him to let me come with them but he would not allow it. Éowyn here found me and let me ride with her, hidden under her cloak. I did not know it was she before her helm fell off just before she killed the Witch-king. She bid me to call her Dernhelm and since we had to ride in secrecy and stealth we did not have time to talk much and thus I did not learn her identity until then.”
“I assume you are glad now though, that you were overlooked?” Glorfindel asked gently.
“Yes, I am, but it was a hard trial at times.” Merry said.
“Amazing,” Glorfindel said after some time, letting all he had heard sink in. “I did not know at the time that this was a prophecy, I only wanted to bring comfort to Eänur and I had a feeling that the Witch-king’s doom was far in the future and not something he should be concerned about.”
“Who was Eänur?” Merry asked. “I have read books about the lords of old, but memory fails me now. Is he also an Elf?”
“He was the last king of Gondor and son of Earnil,” Aragorn said. “descending from Isildur`s brother Anarion and Elendil.”
“You have lived since the first Age then?” Merry asked, amazed.
“Yes I have.” Glorfindel smiled.
“And you knew Isildur and Elendil too?” Frodo asked, leaning forward, eager to learn more about the history of Middle-earth. “Just like Merry I too have been reading about you and them in the books in Lord Elrond’s library.”
“Yes. They were great Men.”
“And now all of you will be in the books people will read in the future,” Gandalf said. “Is that a prophecy, Gandalf?” Pippin asked.
“I should hope so!” Aragorn laughed. “You all deserve songs about your deeds.”
“That might be so but we are only hobbits and not used to being part of great deeds,” Merry said. “I did ask Théoden that there would be more said in song about me than that I was left behind, though. I guess I’ll get what I want then.”
“I am sure you do, Merry,” Glorfindel said. “Many are the songs that shall be sung about the great deed of the Lady and the Perian who killed Sauron’s greatest servant.”
“Do not forget the Elf behind the prophecy either!” Éowyn said. “For without him, then there would be no prophecy to fulfil.”
THE END
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