Not a shipping, but something I decided to write for the two adorable hobbit's in the LOTR who were sadly separated.
As the day turned to night, busy evenings turned to calm, cool afternoons, one hobbit in the Shire just stared into nothing. Pippin sat on his window seat every night and day, staring blankly out his window. He never ate, rarely drank water, barley slept... He once was a happy hobbit, like you'd expect every hobbit to be, and he once one. He bounced around town, a bundle of chubby happiness, along side his cousin Merry. Merry was his world. His best friend, his shoulder to cry on, the one who he always caused mischief with. He thought they'd always cause misfortune forever... But he was terribly wrong. Merry was gone. In a blink of an eye, gone. Pippin's happy world turned dull with reality. Good things must always come to an end... But why, he asks himself... Why Merry? Why now...? Every night he howled and sobbed for Merry, hopin it was a horrible nightmare and it would all end. He never spoke to anyone, not even his own friends... He never went outside, he just stared out that window. He stayed in this lifeless state... Until tonight. Pippin took a stroll. A very long stroll... Until he came across Merry's tomb. He gently grazed his hand along the stone marker, tears clouding his vision. He eventually fell to his knees and wailed and howled with pain, like he would often do in the night, alone. Tonight, he cared not who heard. He cared not who would be hurt. He could simply not go on. Not without Merry... Never without Merry. He slowly curled up with the tomb and laid in a ball, hugging himself as he shut his aching eyes. He felt a hand on his face, but he knew it wasn't real... He knew who it was... "Pip..." He heard the voice fill his head. "Pip, you must get up. It is not your time." Without opening his eyes, Pippin made a pained smile. "No, Merry..." He whispered. "It is my time... Time to be with you once more..."
Pippin passed that night, right on his cousin's grave. The whole time was shocked and saddened at the sudden death of such a loved hobbit. Frodo and Sam hugged each other as they sobbed in front of their dead friend, who for once in long, stretched out months, finally looked at peace. As the town grieved, two hobbits sat at a top of a hill together, smoking their pipes and making smoke rings as they watched the town. The two made their final goodbyes to their living world and vanished in the cherry blossom petals that feel upon them. "Is this everything you wanted, Pip?" Merry asked as his body faded under the blossoms. Pippin finally made a true, happy smile. "I would not trade it for any thing in the world..."