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The last night in the world by Molly J. Ringwraith (PG-13)
Fandom: LORD OF THE RINGS
Pairing: Merry/Eowyn
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mollyringwraith
Author Website: Website
Why this must be read:
Because it's a lovely tale of two who were meant to have been left behind. The anticipation of dread during the ride to battle, told by a slightly sorrowful Merry to Pippin in the echoes of Eowyn's wedding feast.
Merry's wistfulness is pitch perfect, as is the isolation at his separation from the rest of the fellowship and Eowyn's feelings at being kept from the battle. Through this and their ride to Minas Tirith they become closer, drawing together to the night before the battle. Yet despite the grim reality of their situation the author keeps the thread of humour throughout.
Merry stayed where he was, sinking down to sit beneath the trees, stunned at how his already-bleak world had managed to grow so much bleaker in such a short time. The Fellowship was in pieces, and he was the loneliest fragment of all. Frodo and Sam had one another. So did Pippin and Gandalf, and so did the three who had just left. But no one remained with Merry. Like so much unnecessary baggage, he had been abandoned.
Some time later he saw Eowyn walking near, alone and silent. "Lady?" he said.
She was startled. "Master Meriadoc," she answered. "I did not see you there."
"I know. I'm too small; no one does." He tried to sound merely self-deprecating and not resentful, as she of all people didn't deserve his bitterness.
"No, it isn't that," she said, and came closer. She sat down beside him, bringing a waft of smoky-sweet air from her dark robes. She had changed out of the armor and into an embroidered brown and red gown for supper. The scent reminded Merry of his aunts and cousins and friends back home, and he knew in a pained instant how much he missed his womenfolk. "It's your cloak," Eowyn said, and took up a corner of it to feel it. "It makes you quite invisible in dark places like this."
The last night in the world
Pairing: Merry/Eowyn
Author on LJ:
mollyringwraith Author Website: Website
Why this must be read:
Because it's a lovely tale of two who were meant to have been left behind. The anticipation of dread during the ride to battle, told by a slightly sorrowful Merry to Pippin in the echoes of Eowyn's wedding feast.
Merry's wistfulness is pitch perfect, as is the isolation at his separation from the rest of the fellowship and Eowyn's feelings at being kept from the battle. Through this and their ride to Minas Tirith they become closer, drawing together to the night before the battle. Yet despite the grim reality of their situation the author keeps the thread of humour throughout.
Merry stayed where he was, sinking down to sit beneath the trees, stunned at how his already-bleak world had managed to grow so much bleaker in such a short time. The Fellowship was in pieces, and he was the loneliest fragment of all. Frodo and Sam had one another. So did Pippin and Gandalf, and so did the three who had just left. But no one remained with Merry. Like so much unnecessary baggage, he had been abandoned.
Some time later he saw Eowyn walking near, alone and silent. "Lady?" he said.
She was startled. "Master Meriadoc," she answered. "I did not see you there."
"I know. I'm too small; no one does." He tried to sound merely self-deprecating and not resentful, as she of all people didn't deserve his bitterness.
"No, it isn't that," she said, and came closer. She sat down beside him, bringing a waft of smoky-sweet air from her dark robes. She had changed out of the armor and into an embroidered brown and red gown for supper. The scent reminded Merry of his aunts and cousins and friends back home, and he knew in a pained instant how much he missed his womenfolk. "It's your cloak," Eowyn said, and took up a corner of it to feel it. "It makes you quite invisible in dark places like this."
The last night in the world