Diamond nodded, âIt was a long journey.â She agreed with him, âBut not nearly as hard as our journey home those years ago.â She swung their hands gently back and forth.
The elf turned back to glance over his shoulder, âYou two are weary from the road.â He said with a smile, âIâll speak with the cooks in the Hall of Fire.â He paused slightly to allow the hobbits to catch up with him. âI understand you halflings partake in various meals per day.â He phrased it as a question: Cirdan truly was quite curious.
"Right you are, my love," Pippin agreed, nodding his head emphatically. "And I can guarantee that our journey home won't be nearly as stressful. We won't have to worry about the weather, our parents' scorn, or the fact that you were heavy with child. No, compared to that, our journey home this time will be as easy as eating a piece of delicious cake." Pippin smiled at his wife, then at his elven companion who probably had no idea what Pippin was talking about, but Pippin didn't feel much like explaining. The tale was too long for such a brief encounter. Maybe he would tell the lad if he happened to ask once everyone was settled.Â
"We do indeed," Pippin answered Cirdan with a proud smile. "Seven to be exact." He looked up at the sky to see the position of the sun. "It looks like we've already missed 1st and 2nd breakfasts. Elevenses should be coming up soon and we're mighty famished. We hobbits aren't accustomed to skipping meals, but we're a resilient group. We can get by."Â








