Pippin
Merry lay unconscious in the beds in the Houses of Healing, and Pippin was hurt and bloody even as he sat by his cousin's side. Frodo and Sam were far away, in the black lands where there was naught but evil and fear; Pippin didn't even know if they were alive still. Perhaps they had perished long ago, and their efforts now were futile. He missed the rolling green hills of the Shire, and it was like a knife in his heart when he thought of his home.
But when Merry opened his eyes and smiled at his younger cousin, Pippin couldn't help but feel hopeful. Hobbits were resilient, and if Sam was with Frodo, Pippin didn't think any harm could really come to them; Sam would look after Frodo. When his other friends still lived too, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf... Pippin realised they were fortunate.
Perhaps they would succeed, and one day Pippin could go home.
A/N: I hope you liked this one! Please review :) Pip (and myself) will love you forever if you do... :D
