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S is for Searching

"He has to be alive, he has to be alive," Pippin mutters to himself.

Now he's thankful to be a Hobbit, to be so much smaller then Men. He can simply ignore the black shapes on the floor that are too large to be his cousin. He doesn't think he'd have the strength to turn over every body and be both hoping and dreading it was Merry every time.

He has been looking for hours and knows that it would take days for him to search the entire battlefield. He doesn't have that much time; Merry might not have that much time.

Stumbling over his own feet, he looks up at the sky. There's only an hour left of sunlight now, and he's hungry, tired, thirsty, aching to fall into bed sleep a year away.

But he can't stop, not while Merry's still out there.