We’re captured.
Pippin and I.
Tied up.
Being carried for miles.
Most likely being taken to torture and death.
Hope seems not to exist any more.
All around is pain, darkness, and despair.
Is there no escape?
The others probably went with Frodo.
But in this darkness, I know
there is a flicker of hope,
shimering in the night.
I hope on, because where there is life there is hope.