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Vigil by Lindelea Pippin sits by Merry's side after the Battle of the Pelennor... Title: Vigil
The sunset flushes your face with the look of life, but it is a lie, only a lie; your hand remains as cold as death, though I will not let go, no, not though another army of orcs and oliphaunts appear before the broken Gate. They say you fought bravely... I didn't see it, but I believe it. I remember how we stood back-to-back, surrounded, when they came to carry us to Isengard... you slashed at them, even cut off a few hands before they struck you to the ground. I realise I'm weeping when Bergil holds out a pocket-handkerchief. |
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