Daybreak came far too early. Merry was very tempted to pull the blanket over his head, to hide away and let this war continue without him. Hadn't Théoden told him not to come? Melancholy overcame him. He was worthless in this fight.
But he couldn't stay away. Not with Frodo and Sam heading towards that evil mountain. And Pippin...his dear cousin was in the city that burned on the horizon. But perhaps they were all already dead?
He rolled over and met Éowyn's gaze. She smiled at him, her eyes no longer dull and hopeless, and his spirit lifted.