Pippin had heard of these two, and had wanted to meet them ever since. Now standing in the doorway his curiosity bloomed and he rudely stared at them for some time without truly recognizing what he was doing. Offering a flustered apology upon realization their lack of reply reminded him, a jolt back to the here and now – that they couldn't, truly, communicate with one another. That would never do!

"Pippin!" Gandalf's call came clearly up the hall to where he stood in the makeshift cell. Turning reluctantly away he walked back out to more pressing duties.

"Pippin." Pippin intoned, pointing at himself. It sounded rather juvenile, but you had to start somewhere; he hoped they were not insulted. The girl seemed to pull the boy along through much of it Pippin noticed, the boy was somewhat odd.

"Mazaki Anzu," the girl replied pointing at herself. "Bakura Ryou." She added a moment later pointing to her male companion. The names where intriguing, and Pippin said them several times before he got what looked, he deciphered from watching her, was close enough.

Next he pointed to bread and water, essentials, the chamber pot, and the strange garments they were wearing. Much to Pippin's delight they spend most of the afternoon like this, going inch by inch over the cell saying everything.

The next day he had other guarding duties to attend to; disappointed, he spent his mental energy on thinking up other things to tell and ask them. This cheer raised the impending gloom that had been shadowing his mind since he had lost Merry; they were much lighter companions then Gandalf.

"We where?" it had taken more days then Anzu would like to count, but finally she had learned from this excited little man to ask this question.

"Minas Tirith." Pippin replied quickly, not so surprisingly this didn't ring any bells.

Pippin left jauntily for his bed, the hour was late, and they had made considerable progress over the past days. He wished that he could take them over the city, introduce them to his friends; but this Gandalf had strictly forbidden. He still wasn't sure what had happened to bring them here and wanted to take no chances.

"Leave when?" Anzu asked the next day, not sure how many days, even with Bakura and Ryou for companions, she could stand to stay in this chamber.

"Not long." Pippin replied hopefully. It was true; either they would escape, they would die, or Minas Tirith would hold against the army being sent against them and these poor children could walk freely once more. Whichever it was it would happen soon.

"He could not know, or be lying." Bakura muttered under his breath; all these broken, childish, sentences getting the better of him. He had drawn back to simply listen.

Pippin left gloomily that day. Osgiliath had fallen, and he did not foresee any days like this happening ever again. Somehow he felt he would never see Merry, Frodo, or Sam again ever. His heart and limbs were heavy with sadness, which his companions quickly caught, feeling something must be terribly wrong.

"Farewell." Pippin bid them both goodbyes; almost certain evil would devour all hope all too soon.