This is an angsty one-shot about Pippin (who else?) as he hovers between life and death after the Last Battle. It came to me as I listened to 'Sound the Bugle' on the soundtrack of 'Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron', therefore it is also a song-fic.

Disclaimer- I do not own The Lord of the Rings. Neither do I own 'Sound the Bugle' by Bryan Adams.

Read on, if you will!



Sound the bugle now- play it just for me.
As the seasons change remember how I used to be.
Now I can't go on- I can't even start.
I've got nothing left- just an empty heart.

He was dead. He had to be. He floated through the endless blue mist of the world of death. No other world could be so dark, so cold, so lonely. No other world could be so full of agony that never ceased. In no other world would he forget who he was. Forget his past, forget his name, forget his beloved ones. Forget all but his end. He was dead.

I'm a soldier- wounded so I must give up the fight.
There's nothing more for me- lead me away...
Or leave me lying here.

He was dead. He had only vague recollections of another world full of life and laughter and music and song. Another world where evil had been allowed to endure. A world where brave souls fought together to end the evil. A world where he had stood side by side with his comrades and battled for freedom. A world he had been driven from by darkness and pain and loss and suffering. He was dead.

Sound the bugle now- tell them I don't care.
There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere.
Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark
Lay right down decide not to go on

He was dead. He felt no fear. He felt no anger. He felt no hope, no love, no desire, no despair. He felt nothing, only pain. Only pain without end and torment without beginning. He was no longer a being of light and life. He was now a creature of darkness and death. He would dwell in eternity, a lost soul in the vastness of the world of death. He was dead.

Then from on high- somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls- "Remember who you are.
If you lose yourself- your courage soon will follow.
So be strong tonight- remember who you are."

And then there was a single sound in the deafening silence. He strained to hear it- it was a voice. A voice that penetrated the void of mist and darkness. A voice that somehow sounded familiar to him.

"Pippin! Pippin! Please don't give up! Please, you can't leave me now! Not now Pip! Please, love, come back to me. I need you! Come back!"

I can't, he wanted to say. I can't, I'm dead, don't make me come back. It hurts too much, please, I can't.

Yeah you're a soldier now- fighting in a battle
To be free once more...
Yeah that's worth fighting for

And then he remembered the voice. He remembered whose voice it was. He remembered the love and companionship that the voice always held.

And now the blue mist of death was parting. He was soaring through bright skies full of birdsong. He was flying back to the suddenly well-known and much-loved voice on wings of silvery hope. He was going to where he knew he belonged. He was returning to life.


Pippin's eyelids twitched and lifted slightly to reveal weary green eyes that contained a mere spark of the fiery life they usually held. He looked up into the face of the one who had called him back from the darkness of the world of death, and his lips curved into a tired, pain-filled smile.

"Hello Merry," he whispered before his eyes closed and relaxed into a warm safe sleep full of dreams of laughter and fun and favourite cousins.


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