That was fast.
As quickly as the Haradrim try to turn the tide of the battle, Théoden stomps them. That would all be well and good, if it weren’t for that pesky Witch-king who vanished at the gate. A shadows falls over the area around Théoden, sending his men and horses into madness. Down comes the foulest dragon-bird-steed thing ever.
Even Snowmane rages. Théoden can’t control his own steed any longer, and he’s trapped beneath the falling horse. All seems lost, and most men have fled. One person remains…well, two. One is
Dernhelm Éowyn, along with Merry, though he’s dazed after being thrown from their horse.
So begins a standoff between the unlikeliest of foes. Once again, no one’s seemed to notice (or cared), that
Dernhelm Éowyn broke away from his her company to ride with Théoden. At this point, the battle is so chaotic that it doesn’t matter. For Merry’s part, he’s been kept safe by the simple nature of riding behind someone else. That’s been nice, but his position is much more vulnerable now.
In truth, the fear that the Witch-king inspires is helping Merry right now. Since even orcs are afraid of the evil power, there’s got to be a wide berth forming around this confrontation.
Also, Merry probably isn’t running for his life simply because he was thrown from the horse. He’s actually too stunned to feel fear. That’s a scary kind of stunned.
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We’re really gunning down the “un-” prefix. “Unfought” yesterday, and “unslain” today. We have fought and slain them!
Days Until The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug: 65
“He dared not open his eyes or look up.”