Characters: Merry, Pippin
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“Merry, where are you?” Pippin asked. One moment Merry was laughing—gay and bright. The next he had drawn rein, gone silent and still.
Merry pushed tangled strands of hair from his eyes. “Listen.”
“The wind. How it blows. Why, if I close my eyes, I could be in Rohan. Oh, how the Golden Hall gleams in the sunshine as we gallop homeward across the plain.”
“And the Tower of Ecthelion glimmers,” Pippin murmured, “and the banners flutter brave from the battlements, and the silver trumpets call to welcome our return.”
“We’ll go back.”