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Sunlight streamed into the room in thick, strong beams. It splattered the sleeping figure's face to waking, though she did not. Carelessly, her arm was draped over one side of the bed, her mane of curled raven streaked over her face. Through the soft ringlets, a mouth, childlishly creaked open in sleep was visible, as well as two closed eyes. She lay un-moving, deep in slumber.

Pippin aimlessly looked up at the sky for the 5th time in the last 3 minutes. It was still the same: a pure, deep blue. It also, unfortunately, held no answers. Behind him, he sensed a presence.

'Pip?'

He did not need to turn to recognize the voice. 'Merry.'

'What's wrong?'

Finally, he faced his friend. Behind him, Rivendell flourished and bloomed in the early morning. Dew hung to the emerald siol, to the long, spiralling curves of the elven-homes.

'You know Beringa, don't you?'

'The Hobbit-Lass from the Shire, visiting here with her mother on important business?'

'Yeah.' Pippin looked guilty, and Merry suspected.

'Pippin! You didn't..?'

'.. It's not MY fault!' He knew he sounded stupid.

'You.. and her.. not your fault?!' His friend finally gaped, wide-eyed.

'Well, it just sort of happened.'

'Oh Pip.'

They exchanged glances, before Merry burst into laughter.

'What's so funny?' came the dignified reply. Pippin looked ready to stalk off and have a good, long, sulk.

'It's just.. that's why you missed breakfast this morning, I was worried. Nothing put's Peregrin Took off food, except..'

'Shutup! Your not helping. And I wasn't exactly in a position to wake up that early, either.'

Merry bit his lip to stop from laughing harder.

'Anyway,' Pippin retorted. 'I have a serious problem now.'

'Oh don't worry, the elves will manage to find you a scrap or two to eat, don't worry.'

'No! It's just.. Merry, I think I'm in love.'

Merry turned serious. 'You spend one night with the girl, and your in love?'

'Well.. this is different. I think.'

His friend shook his head. 'Don't fool yourself, Pippin.'

Pippin turned around and folded his arms across his chest. Merry gave him one last hopeless glance, then walked off.

Slowly, Beringa creaked open first one eye, then the other. She lay like this for some time, before rolling over on her back. She gazed about, but the room was empty.

'Pippin?' this time, he knew it was her.

'Hey,' he said softly, turning around. She stood in the doorway to the room she had been provided with for her stay in Rivendell. A questioning look was on her delicate features. Pippin sighed.

'What's wrong?' she asked.

'Why does everyone ask me that?'

'Sorry.'

'Nothings wrong, except.. I'm leaving tomorrow, you do know that, don't you?'

'I think we'll meet again.'

'Beringa, I'm going far away. I don't know how all of this will end.'

'I'll be waiting for you, back in the Shire.'

'Or maybe,' he whispered. 'I should stay here.'

There was pause, and she cocked her head. 'No.'

'But..'

She closed the gap between them, and touched his lips to silence him. 'You will go with Frodo Baggins, on the quest. And I'll .. I'll wait.'

'But..'

'Trust me.'

'. I love you.'

She grinned. 'That's a serious allegation, Peregrine Took.'

'I can't leave. I can't.'

'We'll meet again, I promise.'

'Promise?'

'Yeah.'

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Pointless, sappy, fluff, but I enjoyed writing it!

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