Poor old Merry! How glad I am to see you again! But you are worn out, and I wonвЂ™t bother you with any talk. When we found out you were not with them, Gandalf sent me to look for you. вЂI think you must have fallen asleep on your feet and taken the wrong turning. вЂThey must have gone up into the Citadel,вЂ™ said Pippin. вЂAnd Eowyn?вЂ™ Then he stumbled and sat down on a doorstep and began to weep again. There was Pippin! They were face to face in a narrow lane, but for themselves it was empty. He looked up and the mist before his eyes cleared a little. вЂWell, Merry! Thank goodness I have found you!вЂ™ Slowly the lights of the torches in front of Merry flicked and went out, and he was walking in a darkness and he thought: вЂThis is a tunnel leading to a tomb there we shall stay forever.вЂ™ But suddenly into his dream there fell a living voice. A sword was in her hand, and she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy's eyes. Her eyes grey as the sea were hard and fell, and yet tears gleamed in them. But the helm of her secrecy had fallen from her, and and her bright hair, released from its bonds, gleamed with pale gold upon her shoulders. A little to the left facing them stood whom he had called Dernhelm. There some paces from him sat the great beast, and all seemed dark about it, and above it loomed the Nazgul Lord like a shadow of despair. He opened his eyes and the blackness was lifted from them. Very amazement for a moment conquered Merry's fear. The winged creature screamed at her, but then the Ringwraith was silent, as if in sudden doubt.

Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.' You stand between me and my lord and kin. 'But no living man am I! You are looking upon a woman. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. Then Merry heard in all sounds of the hour the strangest.

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