Did you guess that the sudden happening was related to Ringwraiths? You should have. Crippling fear? Yeah, it’s them. Beregond can see them swooping over Minas Tirith and the surrounding fields, and Pippin, pulling himself up, can see them trying to catch a handful of men trying their best to ride to the gates.
Beregond hears Faramir’s horn call, and runs to find help for him. Pippin is moved by this bravery. The men’s horses are running wild in fear, and only Faramir can control his, though he’s trying to protect the other men as they run. Suddenly, a white light shines across the plain. Gandalf is coming to the rescue!
Pippin has noted before that Gandalf disappeared somewhere, as if he had foreknowledge of something about to happen. Well, here he is now. Did he know of this? At least he knows more about the comings and goings of this city than Denethor.
Meanwhile, EVERYONE is better than Denethor. It’s not even a subtle theme. Beregond seems to be the only man in Minas Tirith notably concerned with what’s happening outside, and even Pippin thinks that’s admirable. Denethor is like USC coach Lane Kiffin. Everyone, even the man himself, knows he’s done for, but he’s too stubborn and prideful to admit that anything’s wrong.
The funny thing about this whole thing going on is that Beregond narrates the action in a sort of play-by-play way. He rides emotions moment to moment as he explains what he sees, just like some guy on TV. It’s kind of funny, really, but it’s not a funny situation. My apologies to Faramir.
No one dies today.
“‘He always turns up when things…'”