Nov 13: Patience (Fourth Age, Tookland, The Shire)
“That's from when I jumped out of the haymow at Whitwell when I was a tween.” Pippin pointed with his pipe to a scar on his left arm. “My cousins had just arrived, and I got impatient.”
“Ouch!” Faramir asked, “What about those, Papa?”, indicating the scars just visible above Pippin's furry feet, and on his wrists.
“That's a story for when you are older.”
“But, Papa!”
“Much older.” Pippin kissed Faramir on the brow and blew out the lamp. “I learned the hard way, patience is a virtue. Good night, son.”