Unspeakable

Merry looks so small in this bed. While he sleeps I hold his poor hand and tell myself he’ll be all right, for the Wraith-king is gone; nothing but a fallen, bested old king of Men now, powerless to hurt my cousins anymore.

It’s easier to say such things than to speak of Him, the one who’s really to blame for it all, though I remember saying His name rather lightly in another world. I don’t dare now, not with the Shadow so near… I’m frightened of what He has seen in me already – and what He might see still.