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PART TWO: Storm Merry and Pippin were enjoying a leisurely walk through the woods
through the Tookland to Hobbiton, when the nice weather suddenly changed. The
day had started fine and lovely with a high blue sky, but now clouds were
gathering quickly. They had just sat down to enjoy their luncheon, when it
started blowing. They finished their meal quickly, then packed up and walked
on, the wind tugging at their cloaks. After a while a light drizzle was in the
air. “Are you all right, Pip?” Merry asked. He felt they should quicken their
pace, it was after teatime already, and they would need to find shelter before
nightfall if the wind continued to blow like this. He could hear thunder
rolling not too far away, and the wind was howling now. Merry drew his cloak
closer about himself and looked at Pippin. “Yes, I’m all right.” “I think we need to find shelter, it will be getting dark soon. Do you
think you can walk a little faster?” Merry studied his cousin. Pippin did not
appear to be exhausted, or even tired, they were after all taking it slow and
easy. But the terrain they were about to walk into was more difficult than what
they had tramped through until now. Pippin nodded. They started walking again. The wind was increasing, and
there had been one or two flashes of lightning already. The forest was getting
thicker and thicker about them as they walked. “Watch out!” Merry yelled. But it was too late. Pippin was lying flat on
his face in the path. “Nothing broken?” Merry asked, helping his cousin to his feet and
brushing leaves and soil off him. “No, I’m fine. It’s getting darker, Merry, soon we won`t see where to
put our feet down.” “I know. If I remember right there should be a cave up ahead. Frodo and
I camped there once when we were out tramping. I know it must be somewhere
close by. We can wait the storm out there.” Merry studied their surroundings
for a moment, then decided on which way to go. They had only walked a few more paces, before a branch suddenly fell
down right in front of Merry and both lads jumped, startled. Then a sudden
flash of lightning flared the sky, and they saw a rocky formation up ahead. The
dim outline of a cave could be seen among the rocks. It was the shelter Merry
was looking for. “There it is!” Merry said and pointed. He had to raise his voice to be
heard over the howling wind. A new flash of lightning flared the sky, and the
thunder came loud and strong over their heads. “Come on, Pip, we need to hurry. It’s not safe here. Give me your pack,
and hold on to my cloak. We’ll walk faster that way. Keep behind me, out of the
wind.” If Merry could keep Pippin behind him, sheltered from the headwind and
blowing debris, and holding tight to his cloak, he would be able to get them
faster to the cave, and Pippin would have a guide as to where to put his feet.
Merry would also know where Pippin was all the time. A loud tear was heard, and a new branch flew through the air, almost
knocking them down. Merry got a firmer hold of Pippin’s pack, and started
walking at a brisk tempo, almost running. Pippin clutched Merry`s cloak, trying
to keep on his feet in the gathering dark. If their path had not been so
treacherous Merry would have grabbed Pippin`s hand and run for the cave, but he
had to watch very closely where he put his feet down. The path was full of
debris and stones and tree roots. “Merry, I’m scared!” Pippin got a better hold of Merry`s cloak, and
tried to wrap himself securely in his own, but the wind kept snatching at the
edges. He had tried to pull his hood up against the drizzling rain, but the
wind tore it off his head. “I know, Pip. We are almost to the cave now and we'll be warm and safe.
Hold on tight!” Merry was frightened too. If the lightning hits one of the
trees, we might get trapped or worse. Or the trees could start burning. Also, he did not like these flying branches
and falling tree limbs. The cave was the only safe place for miles, as far as
Merry could recall. Merry had barely finished the thought when he heard a loud crash very
close by. Right behind them, lightning had hit a tree, from high above a large
branch was crashing to the forest floor. Without thinking, he whirled around,
dropped Pip`s pack, grabbed the younger hobbit and threw him to safety away
from the tree. Turning to run, Merry felt his foot catch then something hit him
across his back, and he was falling. His head hit something hard, and he knew
no more. ***** Pippin felt himself flying through the air and landed with a thud under
a tree. What had happened? There had been a loud crash, and Merry had grabbed
him and thrown him to safety. Pippin looked around, dazed, but he could not see
Merry at first. He crawled out from under the tree, and spotted his cousin,
lying lifeless on the ground with a large branch on top of him. The branch was
almost as long as Merry, and it was very thick. Merry was lying with his head
away from Pippin, and Pippin could not see if he was awake or not. Or alive… “Merry?” No answer. Pippin snatched his cloak better about himself and took a few
tentative steps towards his cousin. The wind was tugging at Merry`s curls, so
Pippin could not see if he moved his head at the sound of his name being
called, or any sign that he had heard him at all. “Merry!” Pippin came closer. “MERRY!” He reached his cousin, and shook his
shoulder. “Merry? Please. Mer!” There was no response. Tears started streaming
down his face, and he scrambled round to see his cousin’s face. Merry was lying with his head on a stone, blood in his bright curls. His
eyes were closed, and he was terribly pale. “MERRY!!” Pippin could not hold back his anguish longer, and began to
sob. Was Merry dead? What should he do? What could he do? Pippin stroked
his cousin’s curls, and whispered his name. No reaction. Leaning closer, Pippin
caught a breath of warm air against his ear. He laid his ear against Merry`s
mouth. There it was again. Warm breath against his ear. This could only mean
that Merry was alive. Gently, Pippin touched Merry`s neck, and found his pulse beat. Slow and
steady it thrummed under his shaking fingers. Merry was alive! In a blur of
motion Pippin got up, and grabbed the branch that lay across Merry`s back. He
heaved and hauled, pushed and shoved, but he could not get it off. Pippin
pushed with all his might, but he only pulled the branch down to lie across the
small of Merry`s back, he couldn't budge it any further. Frantically Pippin
looked about for something that could be used as a lever. Searching for this,
he caught sight of Merry`s right ankle. It did not look good. A tree root
nearby seemed to be the cause. It was bent like a bow just right above the
earth, and perfect for a stumbling hobbit foot to be trapped in. Pippin stopped his frantic searching for a moment, assessing Merry`s
situation. His cousin was lying on his stomach, head on the stone, and a
gigantic branch lying over his back. He would not be able to move, if he should
awaken while Pippin looked for something to get the branch off. Another branch
was what he needed! And quickly. Soon he would not be able to see anything, and
how was he to get Merry in to the sheltered cave once he did get him free. One
thing at a time, he told himself sternly. He wiped the tears from his eyes
with his sleeve, and looked about. Think, Peregrin Took, he said to himself. Think! What do you know about
levering things? What has Merry taught you? Oh, Merry… Tears started
welling up anew in his eyes, but he brushed them away. Merry needed him to get
them out of this, and Pippin was determined that he would manage it. He looked
around the forest floor where they were and saw several branches lying about.
Quickly he gathered a few and ran back to Merry. His lungs heaving for air and pushing with all his might, Pippin finally
managed to get the huge branch off of Merry. He had forced a smaller branch in
by Merry`s side, and used all the force his limbs could muster to push the
large branch off. Falling back by the power of the smaller branch moving the
larger one, he had finally managed to get Merry free. But how was he going to get Merry into the cave? Pippin looked up at the
sky. Lightning flashed from time to time, and Pippin heard a new branch falling
off a tree, just to the right of him. If he dragged Merry, he might get him
into the shelter. The largest problem though, was that there were several large
rocks in front of the cave, and he could not drag Merry over them. He needed to
carry him somehow. Wait, he thought. What if Merry had broken something? Now that Merry
was free, Pippin gently felt his arms and legs for broken bones, but not having
done that before, he hoped he did not miss something. Merry`s ankle looked
bruised and swollen, but it was not lying in an awkward way. But he would need
to do something about Merry`s head. Gently he lifted it, and pushed aside the
stone that he had hit when falling. It was a large, rough stone, but there were
no sharp edges on it. Pippin lay Merry`s head down again. Using what there was left of daylight; Pippin grabbed his cousin’s arms
and started dragging him towards the cave. It was heavy work, for even though
Merry was not a particularly heavy hobbit, he was dead weight in Pippins grasp,
still unconscious, and the wind was blowing straight at him. Pippin struggled
on. He was by the entrance to the cave at last. He laid Merry gently down
and caught his breath. He needed to hurry! The rain that had been a drizzle
earlier had started to pour down in earnest. Pippin studied the rocks in front
of the cave. He had to get Merry inside before he became too wet. Summoning all
his strength he reached down and lifted Merry halfway. He had thought he could
carry Merry on his shoulders, but his cousin proved too heavy. He did not even
manage to get him up on his shoulders. Merry`s head lolled forwards when Pippin
grabbed him under his arms, but it was the only way he would manage to get them
to the shelter. Pippin needed to drag Merry into the cave like this. He hoped
it would not hurt Merry`s ankle more. ***** Pippin dragged his unconscious cousin over the rocks and into the safe
and dry cave. He laid Merry gently down, and put his own cloak under his
cousin’s head. Then he scrambled back and fetched their packs, before he went
out one more time to gather relatively dry firewood from under the trees. ***** Pippin boiled some water and by the light of the fire found a clean
shirt in his pack. Taking Merry`s head in his lap, he gently washed the wound.
It was not deep, and Pippin did not think Merry needed to see a healer for it,
but it was bleeding, and it probably hurt. Merry flinched a little when the
cloth touched his sore head, but he did not waken. Laying Merry back down, Pippin felt around Merry`s foot a bit more, but
from what he could see in the firelight it was only swollen and bruised. He
washed and wrapped the ankle and put a fresh pot of water on to boil. He then
got out Merry`s bedroll and wrapped his cousin warmly in all of their blankets.
Then he sat down to wait. The rain poured down outside their shelter, lightning
now and again flaring the sky. ***** Merry awoke to a headache he did not understand how he had got. And his
ankle hurt too. Where was he? He shifted round a little, and found himself
snugly wrapped in blankets, lying on something hard but dry. Slowly he opened
his eyes. Pippin was hovering over him, and all Merry could see at first was a
concerned face, and large, tearful eyes. “Oh, Pip.” He whispered. “What happened?” “Hullo Merry. How are you feeling?” “I feel … “ Merry thought for a moment. His head hurt, his ankle hurt,
and he felt a little sick. The world was spinning slowly round. “Dizzy.” He
finally said. “And my foot hurts.” “You fell you know. What do you remember?” “We were walking through the trees, when lightning hit. I heard a branch
falling. Then…” He licked his lips and tried to think. “Here.” Pippin carefully lifted his cousin's head onto his lap, and held
a mug to Merry`s lips. “It’s tea. You’ll feel better for it.” Merry turned his
head slightly. “No. I don’t think I can hold it down. I feel sick.” Pippin put the mug down, but kept Merry`s head in his lap, stroking the
other’s curls. “Do you remember more?” “I dropped your pack, then tried to get you out of the way, and I think
something hit me. My back is sore.” “Yes. A branch almost as long as you are had you pinned to the ground.
It must have fallen off a tree right behind us I think. And you hit your head
on a rock and probably hurt your ankle when you fell, for there was a tree root
sticking up just by your feet.” “Pippin?” “Yes?” “How did I end up here then? Did you bring me here?” Pippin nodded. “Yes. You`re quite heavy I`ll have you know.” “My brave cousin!” Merry shifted a little and saw the fire and the packs
and their bedrolls. “And then you ran out and gathered our things and made a
fire.” Another nod. “Yes.” Merry felt overwhelmed, and proud. If Pippin had not been there, he
still would have been lying under that branch, getting soaking wet. And who
knew how long he would have to lie there before someone found him or he got
himself freed? “Oh Pippin!” Tears welled up in Merry`s eyes. “Sssh now, Merry. It’s all right. You are well, at least almost, and I
am well, and we are safe and dry. Sssh. Don’t cry.” Seeing his cousin’s distress, and realizing they were finally safe,
Pippin started crying himself. He hugged Merry tight, and let out a little sob. |
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