The tween Pippin wandered around the halls of Lothlórien, a long lost ghost of a smile on his face. His heart desired for this, elves, an adventure, his friends and above all: his Merry.
The moonlight shon bright on the Hobbit's face, lighting up his pale skin. He sat down at a rock, his feet dangling over the edge.
He wondered if it would make a difference if he didn't travel with all of them. It probably would, he thought, people would still live. The sight of Gandalf falling into the darkness played before his eyes, and he soon felt a tear rolling down his cheek.
If he wasn't so stupid and didn't let his curious take over, then this wouldn't have happened. Gandalf would have been alive, and no one would be disappointed in the little hobbit. He took out his little dagger and played with it, would it make a difference?
Everything would be better without you.
Stop, please.
You know it's true. Gandalf thinks so too, even before you went on an adventure.
Stop.
You are a fool, like he said, you're useless and you know it.
Stop!
He stared down at the blade, and soon he felt himself poking his arm with it. Drops of his own blood fell onto the ground, slowly and gracious. It wasn't enough.
Merry had watched his friend for quite some time now, he was worried. He knew that Pippin would blame everything on himself. That lies in Pippin's nature.
He saw Pippin playing with his little blade, and he knew he had to interfere. He didn't want the death of his cousin and best friend on his conscious. Pippin pressed the blade against his arm, and he noticed some blood drops trickling down his arm, landing on the ground. He woke Frodo, and told him about Pippin, and both knew what to do. Both knew that it was to dangerous to let Pippin alone.
They walked up to him and sat down beside the younger Hobbit.
Frodo beamed at the dagger, "If you are planning on committing suicide, than do it properly." He started, leaving Pippin dumbstruck.
"Yeah, the blood'll leave a mess for the elves, you should do it in another way. Maybe take an overdose on medicine." Merry continued, grabbing the blade and putting it aside.
"No, it'll cost us some gold. You could hang yourself in this tree, or drown yourself in the river." Frodo insisted, pointing at the water.
"Do you want us to tie the knot for you? Or we could push you in the water if you'd like." Merry asked, looking into his cousins eyes. Pippin stares at them in horror, dumbstruck and utter disbelief was written on his face. Frodo and Merry shared a look when they noticed how shocked Pippin looked.
Pippin stared at the water, he could just jump, like his cousins said. They agreed that he should do it. He wanted to end the pain and guilt he held.
"Is this what you expected us to say? Or Legolas, Aragorn or Sam?" Frodo asked, he placed a comforting hand on Pippin's shoulder.
"We would never ever agree for you to do such a thing. You are our Pip, our cousin and my best friend. We love you as much as we love second breakfast." He added his hand on Pippin's shoulder and pulled him closer to his chest.
Pippin chuckled at the little joke Merry had made, and let his tears roll over his cheeks. It felt relieving, finally let his tears loose.
"Don't fear of what is about to happen, Little Pip." Merry said, kissing Pippin's forehead.
"Everything is going to turn out well, mark our words."