A/N- Written for Shirebound & Grey Wonderer on their birthdays
The darkness was overbearing. As we moved East, the air seemed to still and I felt even more forgotten than ever.
“Who are these men,” I asked the sullen Dernhelm who had not once spoken to me. We were facing strange men of different language and dress and I was ill at ease.
Dernhelm just shook his head.
It looked like King Theoden was trying to negotiate a way in. It seemed that we could not face our enemies head on and we were looking for a short cut.
I braced myself for the oncoming storm. Pippin, I am coming.