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As Denethor dragged Pippin out of the tomb, Tepeu was crying to him, "Find Mithrandir! Find Mithrandir! Go find Gandalf!!"

Pippin did as she told him, running through the streets, despite being knocked down several times by the Big Folk running to their stations to defend the city. "Gandalf! Gandalf!!"

Back in the tomb, Tepeu was still pleading with Denethor. "My lord, this is madness! Faramir is alive!"

Denethor was standing on the pyre now, pouring oil over himself. He was oblivious to Faramir's movement as the oil dripped onto his face.

"Denethor! Faramir. Is. Alive! Can you not see it?"

He ignored her. "Set a fire in our flesh." She couldn't do anything against him by herself-- she needed reinforcements. And those reinforcements came just as the guards were about to light the fire.

"Denethor, stay this madness!" Gandalf cried as he rode in on Shadowfax with Pippin sitting behind him.

Denethor grabbed a torch from one of the guards and dropped it onto the wood, the oil catching fire immediately. Pippin's eyes grew wide as he jumped down from Shadowfax and, together with Tepeu, they pushed Faramir off of the pyre and put out the flame that was burning on his right side.

She put his head in her lap. "Faramir... Faramir, it's me... it's Tepeu... wake up..."

Shadowfax reared up, knocking Denethor backwards into the flames. He turned just in time to see Faramir open his eyes slightly. "Faramir...? NO!!!" He ran from the hall, his body burning, and threw himself from the city.