This is the second to last page of the second to last book. Believe it or not, we’re only a small bit over 100 pages before the end. And…much less than that until we get to the end of the part where most people think this book ends.
Today’s page is a look into Pippin’s mind as the armies charge towards him. Part of him wishes Merry were here, just so they could die together. Another part of Pippin wishes that he was back at Minas Tirith with his friend, and hopefully awaiting an easier end than this one. He looks to his sword, believing that this must be the very sort of battle that it was made for, with its engravings of ancient Númenor. Pippin withstands the first charge, fighting beside Beregond, but watches the guard stricken down by a troll. Before the troll can bite Beregond’s neck (yeah, it was going to do that), Pippin thrusts his sword into it, killing the creature, but trapping himself beneath its body.
It’s hard to say if Beregond has died or not. Certainly Pippin saved him from a mutilation, but his life is uncertain. Pippin, meanwhile, loses consciousness beneath the troll.
If nothing else, lying beneath a troll may be one of the safer places on the battlefield. If you’re alive, no one can really know you’re there. Just lay there, conscious or not, until things blow over. Hopefully by then the smell won’t be too bad.
This is where we’re going to leave this set of heroes, locked in a tense battle with no real hope. Pippin, our true lens into this side of the story, is knocked out.
There’s a little bit more tomorrow, but I don’t expect much from it.
Days Until The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug: 13
“Blackness and stench and crushing pain came upon Pippin, and his mind fell away into a great darkness.”