You were always there for me. Even when I told you to go away you were there always watching out for me, always making sure I was ok.

Remember that time in the Shire that I ran away because my father told me I couldn't see you anymore. It was you who set out, not minding the danger that might be in hand, and maybe not caring. But you found me and that's all that mattered. You found me when I was just despairing, my leg broken by a fall. You carried me all the way home. I don't think I ever got to properly thank you.

Thanks.

And remember the time that we tried to steal a pie from Farmer Maggot's wife? I was standing on your shoulders and trying to get at the pie in the window. And then she appeared, remember? I was so scared that I fell right off your shoulders. Then she came out and chased us away. I'll never forget the look on her face.

When Gandalf fell his last words to me were " Fool of a Took, throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" And then he fell and I blamed myself. But you were there like you always were, hugging and comforting me, telling me that Gandalf knew what he was getting into. He knew that there was danger so I shouldn't blame myself. And then I said that I was stupid and naive and should have never come on this Quest. And do you remember what you said? " Don't ever say that again Peregrin Took. You are the funniest, most light-hearted person I know and that's why we're so close. Don't ever change Pippin."

I'll always remember your words then.

And sometimes I'd ask myself why you always watched out for me. Why did you do what no one else would? I was a stupid child, a worthless hobbit. But you were always there. You were my best friend.... my guardian angel.

You won't remember it but when we were little you fell into the Brandywine River. I was so scared and you were so sick that you stayed in bed for a week and a half. And I was there beside you every day, holding your hand and telling you to get better. I told you stories about elves and great adventures of the East. And I told you about what I wanted to do in the future and how I wanted you to be right there with me. I was so afraid that you would never wake up or that you would wake up and I wouldn't be there. Even dinner couldn't pry me away from you.

You're my best friend Merry. I don't know what I would have done without you. I don't know how I would have lived without you being there beside me, helping me and getting me out of trouble.

And getting me into trouble to.

We got in so much trouble when we were little. Stealing things from Maggot, playing pranks on our siblings, blowing up fireworks at Bilbo's party.... we had so much fun.

But those were the good old days. Everything changed after the whole thing with the Ring. You became more somber...I guess I did too.

And then we kind of drifted away. You married Estella and I married Diamond. We still saw each other but it wasn't the same. We were changed...different...more serious.

When Frodo left we sort of came back together. We united with Sam and raced of to the Havens to see him off. We were so sad; I remember crying into you shirt like old times. And you hugged me tightly like old times.

And then Sam...

So then it was just you and me, Merry. Thain Peregrin Took and Meriadoc the Magnificent. And we are being forgotten. Even in Gondor where we now rest, people are forgetting. It hurts doesn't it?

Yesterday you finally let go. We were sitting in the garden talking about old times and I was remembering something from the Shire and you were silent. I shook you and still you did not answer. Then it dawned on me. You had left this world. I cried for you Merry, because I loved you so much in only the way a twin could love his brother.

You are gone and it pains me.

But I will soon be with you, for as a dwarf with his axe or the Dark Lord with his Ring, I cannot live without you. Not now, not ever.

I'll see you on the other side my old friend.

{A/N: If you can't yet tell I'm harboring a major obsession with Merry and Pip. Yeah. If you like them, read my other Merry/Pip stories (Non-slash) called ' Those Mischievous Years' and ' His Last Stand'. Enjoy. R&R please.