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The boot was on the other foot…
It was a phrase Pippin understood, but didn’t use… it just seemed… odd.
He stared ahead, at the pale, naked foot lying in the Pellennor’s churned mud. A very well-cared for foot, nails neatly trimmed. Pip looked at his own feet, which had definitely been neglected of late; nails dirty and broken, curls unkempt, matted.
That’s what you get for not wearing boots to a battle, he thought.
He glanced at the naked foot, then quickly looked away.
Ah… there’s the other foot, and its boot… attached to the rest of the Eastling…