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Post by amber2 on May 13, 2012 21:36:43 GMT -5
 For the most part, how Merry had gone from being at a mine slash tomb to being in a sea of trees was a complete mystery to him. Even before the bridge had broken something had happened to make Merry Brandybuck separate from the group. He had ended up a few feet away from an opening only large enough to fit a child or a hobbit (even then a thin hobbit and Merry was surprised himself to find that he could just barely fit through the opening) and had squeezed himself through it. Had Merry had the same nutrition (even having dined with elves) as he had had back in the Shire, the hobbit probably wouldn't have been able to make it out. Afterward, he heard a loud noise and the opening had sealed itself. He began running (well, walking) the exterior of the mountains but dehydration took over around nightfall and the last thing Merry remembered was a tall figure stepping over and looking at him curiously. His last thought was one of actually hoping for death, because being disconnected from his friends had left him with little left to care about. If it hadn't been for the fact that he knew Pippin would need him, Merry would have just let himself sink into unconsciousness and feel free to just not go on.
Instead, he awoke in what he was certain was something close to moss. It smelled like moss, it felt like moss... It must have been moss. His clothing was covered in it. The hobbit was greeted by a tall blonde pointy-eared woman who reminded Merry a little of Legolas only because she was tall, blonde, and pointy-eared. Actually, as he looked around, he found that almost everyone there was tall, blonde, and pointy-eared. Well, he couldn't be too particular in the ear department, his weren't exactly smooth and round. And he had bare hairy feet. Everyone else wore some sort of cloth on their feet. Boy, hobbits were built for practicality apparently. You know, except for the passing out because he's used to food and drink part...
Blondie told him that others had arrived before he'd gotten there and that he'd been out for just a little while. What Merry had thought was just a few hours on that mountain must have been days if not weeks. The hobbit was faced with a decision: let the others know he was there, or let them find out on their own. Truth be told, Merry didn't think the elves could keep a secret. It seemed as though everyone knew everyone's business and sooner or later, the remaining members of the fellowship would find out he was there. If there were anymore than just a couple left to actually make a fellowship, that was.
If Merry was being a little stubborn, he thought he had a right to be a little bitter. He'd been looking for them, hadn't he? That was why he was still there. He wasn't a tracker, like Aragorn, and he couldn't see far distances, like Legolas. He wasn't a wizard like Gandalf and he wasn't a fighter like Boromir. Merry had very little, aside from determination, going for him. And they had gotten here before him, so they had obviously left whoever had fallen behind, behind. That wasn't what a fellowship was supposed to be... Merry thought. They were companions. And as for at least two of the hobbits, they were his kin. Family had left him behind... if they were alive. So instead of saying anything at all to Blondie, Merry just got up and started wandering around the forest. Maybe he'd just stay there. Or maybe he'd ask for an escort back to the Shire... or a map to find his own way.
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