3rd person POV

It was nighttime in a small place called the Shire. It existed in a land known only as "Middle-Earth." Like other places, Middle-Earth was another world; some might refer to it as another dimension if they like. In this little place known as the Shire, creatures called Hobbits abided. They are only about 3 1/2 foot tall on average, have pointed ears, generally have curly hair, are very joyous creatures, and are known for having big hairy feet.

Two hobbits, Pippin and Merry, were up to their usual no good pranks. They had always been the Shire "clowns" if that's the word you like to use, but after their adventure, they had only been more daring. The reason was that their life was lacking the excitement it needed to stay alive.

"Pip, this stuff we used to find fun...it just isn't enough anymore. I miss our friends. Gandalf...Frodo...Legolas even." Merry said, gazing up at the moonlight. Pippin was looking up at the moon's brilliance also. "Well, I hear that just because you say farewell, or give what you might consider your last goodbye, doesn't mean you'll never see that person again." He said, speaking softly and calmly. When it came to emotional subjects, Pippin was always the one trying to give hope whether there was or not.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better. Every time I think of Frodo, my heart becomes heavy. We said our last goodbye. He's never coming back." Merry said as tears began to swell in his eyes. Even Pip could relate to what Merry was feeling. The adventure they had with Frodo, Gandalf, and the others...it had bound their hearts to one another. When they separated, something seemed to be missing. The only thing they had to fill that space was grief, sadness, and deep sorrow.

Every time the names of their dear friends were spoken, words of departure were said, or Pippin hummed the song "Last-goodbye", both of them felt a sadness one could not imagine unless they experienced it. Both hobbits began to sob as the memories of their adventure were reminded to them. The moon's light reflected off their tears brightly until the clouds started to gather for a thunderstorm.

"We need to go home. Are you hungry?" Pippin asked, standing to his feet. Merry meekly nodded and followed his friend to his house as he cried heavily. There was no hope of anyone coming back. Moreover, where there is no hope, there is no life. Where there is no life, nothing thrives. In this case, the two hobbit's lives being the thing that has failed to thrive.

They went inside Pippin's house just before it started to pour. "So what do you want to eat? Fish? Chicken? Just some bread?" He asked. Merry shrugged and said to surprise him. Pippin nodded and did one of the things he did best; cooking. He cooked all three of the things he had suggested. That way, they could take whichever they wanted.

"Dinner is served," He said, presenting Merry with a plateful of fish, chicken, and bread. After he sat down, they spoke grace and began to eat. Like almost all the hobbits, the two friends could eat a lot in one sitting. Within a few minutes, the plate only had fish bones on it. The chicken bones were taken aside to make a broth they liked to eat with crackers. "Well, that was satisfying, don't you think?" Pippin asked Merry with a smile.

"Yeah it's satisfying" Merry sighed. Though the meal had helped him get his mind off Frodo and the sadness he felt, it didn't make everything go away. He still felt heavy. This was where Pippin came in. He could cheer up any soul if he wanted to. "How about a song? A lively, pick up your feet and dance song?" He asked, sporting a big smile. Merry nodded a little and sat up to watch.

Pippin took his woodwind ocarina to play the tune. A cheery, fast-paced melody was played. Whether he wanted to or not, Merry began to tap his foot to the beat. Putting the ocarina down, Pippin began to sing whatever came to his head in the tune he had played. "We are the ones who keep our joy through dark times and the bad...So why don't you dance and forget why you were sad? Come on, pick up your feet! Come on, do a jig! Come on and make it big!" He sang joyously. Merry couldn't help himself and joined in.

"We may be small, but we are the happiest of all! Turn that frown upside down, look for the hope...Now is a time to rejoice, not to mope!" They sang in unison. When they had become tired, they fell atop each other, smiling and laughing. They forgot the sadness. For now.

Since it was raining heavily, Pippin suggested Merry stay there at his house. Merry agreed and stayed within the safe space of his friend's house. They headed off to bed and snuggled against one another for warmth. There was no place either of them would rather be at the moment than right by each other. The soft sounds of rain falling lulled them to sleep in no time at all. Their dreams were filled with joyous thoughts.

hope the intro was okay. Hetalia comes in the next chapter