It was the smile that brought him warmth — more
warmth than a fire would offer them, if a fire would
be near, simply because it was a smile out of
memory, a memory from home. And so he smiled
himself as well, nodding as he leaned closer to
Merry, so he could keep his voice low, and so
Merry didn’t have to speak out loud as well,
as it already took a lot of his strength.
“I do think we will see them once more, Merry.
I still have hope that we will get back, and
everything will be alright. We will sit at the
Green Dragon, have some ales and smoke
some Old Toby. We would sing and dance,
just like the old days — maybe even write new
songs about our adventures. And then, on our
way home, we would look up to the sky, pointing
out every star that shines brighter than the other.”
And it helped. The tales of home, tales of the Shire,
the memories… it all helped him to stay positive —
though his friend laid besides him, badly wounded.
He reached his hand up, his thumb brushing along
Merry’s chin to wipe away some of the dried blood,
and he let out a long, deep troubled sigh.
“Can I tell you something, Merry?”
Looking at the dark, smokey clouds above them, Merry
was still seeing the stars of the Shire's sky. It was like
they were two different skies. Yet in Merry's eyes were
twinkling the stars from afar. The stars from the Shire.
It was all so magical, to have those lively and clear blue
orbs in a wounded and worn out body of a hobbit. He
was grateful, so grateful for every deed that Pippin had
done for him, and one of them was his friend leaning
closer so he wouldn't have to raise his already weak
voice.
❝ Everyone would think we've gone mad. They're
going to talk about us like they do about Bilbo.
Actually---- ❞
A cough had paused him mid-sentence, but he did
carry on with it:
❝ I believe they already think I am crazy. To
be around with a Took all the time. You lot
are disturbers of peace. ❞
He shifted slightly as the position he was in became
uncomfortable, which wasn't one of the best ideas
he'd had. Every single nerve in his body was
screaming at him for daring to move. However, he
did not show that. He only scrunched his nose up
and took a sharp breath before getting comfortable
again.
That was all he could say after that movement. A
quick and breathy "yes". Of course Pippin could
tell him. When could he not tell him something?
A silly question to begin with; he wasn't sure what
to expect.
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