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The last one left
Sam bent down to the small child smiling. “And here, Master Pippin, this is for you,” he said, handing a small parcel to the beaming infant.
With Sam’s help Pippin tore the paper open. The little lad squealed joyfully when a, maybe not beautiful, but certainly unique rattle appeared.
“I made it myself, “ Sam said shyly.
Pippin laughed happily and started shaking his new rattle at once.
Nearly one century later, the last of the hobbity Travellers that was left on the hither shore, stared out of a window overlooking the green of the Pelennor fields. Before him on the window sill were lying a few old items. A sling shot, that Merry had helped him make; a folded paper, containing his first writing lessons with Frodo and -- he picked up the third item and shook it gently – Sam’s self-made rattle. He listend to the sound, smiling while tears flowed freely down his cheeks.
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