Merry!" No answer. Panic built in the hobbit's chest. " Merry! Where are you?! Merry!"
He strained to hear a reply, or any noise at all. Finally he caught a small sound on the gentle breeze that wafted aroud him. It was a voice. A voice he longed to hear.
" Pi....in...."
" Merry!" he cried and began to run for the voice. Startled that he could actually run, Pippin looked down at his hands. They were free of wrinkle. He could run faster then ever. The scars that the Uruk-hai laid on him were gone. But here...here was the scar that he had gotton when he was a boy and had fallen off Maggots fence.
" Merry?" he whispered. And some how, by some miracle, his cousin was there. He looked just as young as Pippin did. This was the Merry that Pippin always remembered. The young one, full of life. " Merry!"
The older hobbit grinned and threw his arms around his cousin. " Oh Pippin!" Merry pulled his friend close. " Oh you silly Took."
" I was so scared Mer...I thought I'd lost you...."
" I will never leave you little cousin...." the Magnificent whispered, hugging Pippin.
Pip looked up at Merry with such an innocent face that Merry could not help but smile. This was the face he loved. This was the face that had not been touched by the Uruk-hai. A face that knew nothing of war or death. It was the face he had so longed to see. The innocent face of a young hobbit boy who knew nothing of the world outside of the Shire, save what an old hobbit had seen.
" Merry, where are we?" Pippin asked who had finally gotton around to looking at their surroundings.
The older hobbit laughed. " We are anywhere we want to be. We can be in the Shire-" with a sudden pop, hobbits moved all around them, going about their business. " Or Rivendell." The people grew and their hair lengthened and the buildings around them became glamorous.
The Thain's eyes grw wide. " Wow..."Suddenly he grew thoughtful. " Mer...can we go to the....the Grey Havens?"
Merry smiled. " No Pip, we can't. But they can come to us.