Ever the Twain

When the sun falls, Pippin curls up next to Merry one last time.  Nearby, the king dozes in a rocking chair by the fire.  He had promised Pippin he wouldn’t leave him alone tonight.  His son gathers a blanket to tuck around the cousins.  Pippin has one arm draped over his Merry’s chest.  The touch anchors Pippin to Merry so that he may follow behind, as he had always done when he was a tiny hobbitling and Merry a patient tween.  Eldarion covers the pair and his fingers linger on Pippin’s pale cheek. 

They are together now.  It is right.