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6. A Moment of Desperation O why did we fly off like mad things while looking for Frodo? I feel you at my back as I chop at the grasping hands of these dreadful Orcs. I dare not turn my head to see you, but I feel you gasp in fright, hear you draw a shuddering breath to cry Boromir! But he has fallen, pierced through with arrows, there is no more safety there. Parry. Swing. A thrust of my sword that grates on bone, a spray of hot blood across my face. Boromir, you taught me well, if only I had not been too small to save you! My fault, my fault that you are here, Pippin. Why didn’t I leave you behind in safety in Rivendell? Why didn’t I make you go home? I would beg your forgiveness if I had breath to speak. There are so many! Why haven’t they hacked us to pieces? I think…Oh, Pippin! I think they mean to carry us off, not to kill us, but I'll perish here with Boromir if it means you might escape. A crushing blow makes my head ring, you scream as the ground rushes up to meet me. Run, Pippin! Please. Please… ******* the end (of this, but more to come...) |
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