"I'm sorry Mama, but I can't tell you," Merry replied boldly after a few moments' nervous hesitation, "at least not at the moment anyway. It's important that this stays between me and Vinca until we are finished with what we're doing because we can't take the risk of Pippin finding out. I promise you it's nothing bad though," he ended hastily after seeing the look on his mother's face.

Esmeralda wasn't sure at first whether to be amused or outraged by the audacity of her son's words, but soon decided on the former after seeing the looks of trepidation on both children's faces as Merry finished speaking. Besides, it wasn't as though she was totally clueless as to what was going on. She hadn't failed to notice the objects that Merry had hastily tidied away when she had made her presence known to them both, and whatever it was that he was doing with them, he seemed to be doing it with the best of intentions. But that was no reason not to make him squirm, and she was quite happy to let him know she had her suspicions as to what he was up to.

"Alright Merry, there's no need to tell me just now. But I expect an explanation when you're done, I'm still not satisfied that you don't have my needles you know. Now come on, off to bed with the pair of you!"

She shooed her son and niece quietly out the room before sitting down on the bed beside her young nephew.

"It seems you have a surprise in store for you when you're feeling better little one. Let's just hope that's soon, you mustn't keep us waiting much longer alright?"

After making sure Pippin was tucked up snugly in his blankets and sleeping soundly, Esmeralda decided it was time to return to her own bed. The children weren't the only ones that needed their sleep.

"That was close," Merry breathed as soon as he and Vinca had escaped from the clutches of his inquisitive mother.

"Too close," Vinca agreed, "and I'm sure she knows something. She must have seen what you had in your hands, before you tried to hide it behind your back."

"Well what else was I supposed to do with it? Keep it in my hands so that she would definitely see it?" Merry snapped, scowling.

"Somebody needs their sleep don't they? You're grumpier than Pippin is first thing in the morning!"

"Yes, and you're more annoying than he is when he makes me tell him the same story three times in a row! I'd take that over having to put up with a sister any day!" Merry replied loudly, causing Vinca to hurriedly cover his mouth before he could make any more noise that might wake her brother.

"Well it's a good job you don't have to then, isn't it?" Vinca whispered furiously, "And if it's any comfort to know, I'm sure she would feel the same about you! Now, why don't we just get to bed before anything else is said that we may come to regret? I'm sure if we get some sleep both of us will feel far better in the morning, and maybe then we can get our job finished sooner and Pippin all better again so that we can go home and I can be out your way again."

For a moment there was silence between the pair as they stood facing each other outside their respective rooms, Vinca with her hands planted firmly on her hips and her eyes narrowed, Merry's chest swelled out in indignation, returning her look. It only lasted for a moment, however, before Merry deflated.

"I'm sorry Vinca; I didn't mean any of that. As much as I want Pippin to be better again, part of me doesn't because it means you'll all have to go home. I like having you here, all of you, it makes things a bit less boring for me, and having you and Pippin here, well, it's like having a brother and sister around. You're lucky to have each other, you know that don't you?"

"Yes Merry, I do. But we don't just have each other, we have-"

The remainder of her words were lost as Esmeralda emerged from Pippin's room, looking very annoyed. There was no need for her to speak; as soon as they saw the look on her face, both children hastily retreated in to their rooms, their exchange for now forgotten.

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A few mornings later, Merry was unexpectedly awoken by a loud shriek. Feeling highly confused, he stumbled out in to the corridor to see Vinca emerging from her own room, looking just as puzzled as he felt.

"Do you know what's going on?" he asked sleepily, furiously rubbing his tired eyes in an effort to keep them from drooping shut again, "it sounded as though that noise came from Pip's room."

"You don't think anything has happened to him, do you?" Vinca responded, her voice rising in pitch, eyes wide with alarm. "I mean, he can't have got worse, can he?"

"I doubt it. But we're not going to find out by standing around out here. Let's go and see for ourselves."

They walked quickly along the small stretch of hallway that separated their rooms from Pippin's, each silently praying that the younger hobbit had not taken a turn for the worse.

The door in front of them was closed. That was not unusual; after all, they made sure it was shut each night after they left his side so that Pippin would not be disturbed by any early morning goings on. But it suddenly became a symbol of their foreboding, and both wondered exactly what new horror lay behind it.

They looked uncertainly at each other, neither quite sure what to do. Finally, Vinca reached out a shaking hand and knocked hesitantly on the door in front of her.

"Is everything alright Mama?"

For a few moments there was nothing but silence. Then the door creaked slowly open and Eglantine emerged from her son's room, looking shell-shocked, tears streaming down her ashen face.

"I think someone ought to fetch Peony."

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It was the same routine. Peony checked his temperature and his pulse, and listened to his chest. But today was different. Today, Pippin watched all that she did with focussed emerald eyes fixed firmly on her face, alert enough to notice the change in the way she smiled at him now. Whereas before the smile on her face had been contradicted by the worried look in her eyes, both eyes and smile now matched. Hope swelled in his tiny chest. Perhaps he was finally getting better!

"Are you still feeling tired little one? You must be honest now," she cautioned sternly.

He shook his head with as much energy as he could muster, which was a considerable amount compared to when she had last visited. Peony laughed softly.

"Well, you seem fairly sure of yourself! I'll come and see you again in a couple of days, but I think we might have some good news for your Mama," she said, winking conspiratorially at her young patient, who grinned.

"Take care little one, and make sure you still get plenty of rest, I don't want you wearing yourself out again just yet."

Peony got up from the chair next to his bedside and walked over to the door, behind which Eglantine was waiting.

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"So you think he is getting better then?" Eglantine pressed, needing to hear confirmed what she had suspected since visiting her son earlier that morning.

"Well yes, I think he might be," Peony replied cautiously. "His fever is down, and he seems far more alert than the last time I saw him. But you must continue to keep an eye on his symptoms as things could still change. He is by no means cured; it will be a while yet until he is completely recovered, and there is still a chance that he could take bad again."

"Don't worry Peony, there will be plenty of willing volunteers for that," Eglantine said, beaming.

"I'm glad to hear it. I'll come back again in a couple of days to see how he's doing. Goodbye Mrs Took."

"Goodbye Peony."

As soon as Peony had been shown to the door, two concerned hobbit children came bursting out from their rooms, anxious for news on her young patient.

"What's going on?" Merry asked his aunt impatiently, unable to stand the knot of tension growing in his stomach.

"I had to be sure first, before I told you both, but Peony has been to see Pippin, and apparently I'm not the only one who thinks Pip is getting better at last."

Both children looked shocked. Then Vinca let a loud scream of delight before grabbing hold of Merry's arms and jumping up and down on the spot, grinning triumphantly.

"I knew it, I knew it! I told you he was!"

Eglantine allowed herself a moment to smile at her daughter's joyous reaction before turning serious again.

"Of course, it could still be some time yet before things are completely back to normal," she cautioned, "but the main thing is that the fever is finally going down, and Peony is convinced that it's only a matter of time before Pippin gets his voice back."

I think we might be able to give a helping hand there, Merry thought to himself. It's about time we got the scarf finished!

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There was only one thing standing in the way of Merry's resolve; Pippin. Or, to be more specific, his curiosity. For coupled with his return to health was the return of his inquisitive nature, and Merry and Vinca soon found that it was a difficult thing to hide from.

"Mama's told him he must take a nap now, but I think we'll only have half an hour at the most before he's awake again, so we ought to get going," Vinca said hurriedly as she slipped quietly through the door in to the hallway where her cousin was waiting. She followed him as he darted quickly in to the room next door, watching him carefully as he unlocked a small wooden box that he retrieved from under his bed.

"How much longer do you think we're going to need Vinca?" Merry said as he carefully pulled out a long piece of knitted material from the box, examining it critically as he laid it out across the floor in front of him.

"Hard to say really. A few days ago I would have said no time at all, half a day at the most maybe. But it's different now. Your mother isn't the only one we have to watch out for, there's Pippin too. We just have to make the most of the time we have after meals when he's sleeping, and hope it's enough, or else at this rate it'll be time for us to leave before it's finished."

She didn't fail to notice the look of sadness that briefly crossed her cousin's face. She had forgotten until now about his confession the night his mother caught them out, but that look reminded her sharply of the pain of loneliness her cousin would face when she and Pippin finally left.

She needed him to know he wasn't alone.

"Merry, there was something I meant to say to you the other night before your mother caught us."

He didn't look up at her; in fact he stared at the scarf with an even greater intensity than before, shifting awkwardly. Vinca pressed on regardless.

"I know you think you're just a cousin to me and Pip, and you don't think that counts for much, but it does. You have no idea how much Pippin looks up to you; you're the reason he's as mischievous as he is, because he's determined to be just like you. And after everything that's happened over the past few weeks, I can see why. I know we don't always see eye to eye, but I know now why he adores you. You've been so good to him, to all of us. I want you to know that we don't just have each other, and Pim and Pearl; we have you too. The best older brother to Pip that he could ever hope to find."

"No I'm not," Merry said as he picked up the needles at his feet and began to knit, "because I still haven't fixed him. But I will. Come on, the sooner we get this done, the sooner he can tell me for himself why he's such a nuisance to you all!"

She couldn't help but laugh, causing him to smile. It was nice of her to say all of that stuff to him, but he needed to prove first to her and to Pippin that the honour was justified. He needed to get Pip's voice back.

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The next day, his fingers were raw and beginning to blister. His winces of pain as he picked up his spoon at breakfast did not go unnoticed. Vinca quietly slipped him some of the pungent salve she kept on her person for emergencies, smiling sympathetically.

"You didn't get much sleep last night, did you?" she whispered, looking at the dark circles shadowing Merry's eyes.

"No," he answered, smiling happily as he rubbed the soothing substance on his ravaged digits.

"It's done then I take it?"

"You just need to do the tassels at the end; I wasn't quite sure how to do those."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do after breakfast. You need some sleep, then perhaps you should sit with Pip, keep him distracted till I'm done. Deal?"

"Deal! Thanks Vinca"

"That's quite alright."

Knitting was, after all, far easier than entertaining a nine year old hobbit who was just beginning to grow restless being made to stay in bed. Of course, Vinca wasn't about to tell Merry that; why should she spoil her brother's fun?

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Merry soon found out why Vinca had been so willing to take the task of knitting off his hands. His voice was the only thing now that Pippin was unable to use, and he made sure that Merry was well aware of that fact.

"Pippin! Get back in to bed now, else we're both going to be in serious trouble when your Mama gets back!"

Pippin shook his head obstinately, poking his tongue out at Merry as he broke free from his cousin's firm grasp and promptly tried to run out of the room for the third time in just over ten minutes. Merry again grabbed him just in time and carried him back over to his bed, ignoring his young cousin's wriggling protestations as he wrapped him tightly in his blankets, eyeing him sternly.

"I know you're fed up of being stuck in bed Pippin, and to be honest with you I'm fed up of it too, because it's much better for us both when you're not forced to stay in here and annoy me. But I promise you it's not going to be for much longer alright? So please, for the sake of us both, just stay here, and if you do I promise I'll do my best to make sure you're allowed to get up for a bit later today."

For a moment the younger hobbit sat stock still, head tilted slightly to one side as he considered his cousin's proposal. Then he nodded slightly and settled down in the corner of his bed, flashing Merry a winning smile.

"Thank you Pippin. I'm just going to have a quick word with your sister, then I'll come back and find something fun for us to do that doesn't involve you making too much mischief."

Or giving me another headache, he added silently.

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He flopped down exhaustedly on his bed, momentarily ignoring the young hobbit lass perched next to him, watching him with the ghost of a smile playing about her cherry-red lips.

"You'll be pleased to know that if you can keep him busy, this is going to be done by dinnertime."

Merry sat up again, smiling tiredly.

"Better get going then hadn't I?"

"Good luck!" Vinca called after him as he tramped wearily out of sight.

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It was hard work, but it was worth it.

Merry sat and stared in awe at the masterpiece he and his cousin had created. Then his eyes travelled across the room to where said cousin was sat happily playing with a little brown paintbrush. Every inch of his small body was discoloured; his hair and face were now the colour of the average Shire sunset, his hands were a shocking blue (thankfully not due this time to any medical emergency), and the rest of his body and clothing was a riot of bright colours.

And there was only half an hour left till dinner, when Pippin's mother would return from market, where she had been sending a letter to her husband, expecting to see her son as she had left him; clean and well rested.

In all the excitement, Merry seemed to have forgotten. Fortunately Vinca hadn't.

"What on Arda have you two been doing?!" she cried upon finding the pair of them. "Merry, Mama is going to be back soon, and Pippin is supposed to be resting! How are we supposed to explain this to her?"

In his happy daze Merry didn't immediately register what she had said. Then the smile on his face froze, his eyes widening in horror. He hurriedly grabbed Pippin, who still had hold of his paintbrush, and ran as fast as he could down to the bathroom, leaving Vinca surrounded by the mess covering her brother's floor.

"I guess I'm tidying up then" she sighed.

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It was nightmare trying to scrub the stains from Pippin's body, made infinitely worse by the pain it caused in his blistered fingers. At first, Pippin had been oblivious, splashing the soapy water happily all over the floor, enthusiastically mouthing the words to a bath time song he was longing to be able to sing. Then Merry had told him off, and he had stilled considerably for a few minutes, watching, fascinated, as the paint ran from his body and the water around him gradually took on a multi-coloured hue.

But there was only so long it could hold his attention, and he soon grew restless again.

His sharp emerald eyes began to study Merry's hands closely as he started scrubbing at Pippin's left arm, the last part of him that was still covered in paint. There was something strange about them, and he was determined to work out what.

Without warning, two small hands shot out of the water and grasped Merry's own, pulling them up to Pippin's eye level.

"What are you doing Pippin?" Merry asked exasperatedly, "Come on, I need to get this stuff off you, your Mama is going to be back any minute!"

But Pippin would not let go. Instead, he raised an eyebrow in question, prodding gently at one of the blisters on Merry's fingers so that his cousin could not mistake his enquiry.

"That's nothing for you to worry about Pip. Now, come on, I'm almost finished, just this last bit on your arm here-"

Pulling his hands out from Pippin's surprisingly tight hold, Merry finished scrubbing his arm clean and hauled him out of the large copper bath tub, wrapping him in a large white towel, Pippin watching him closely the whole time, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Merry was keeping a secret, something big from him, and the Took curiosity was demanding an answer.

It wouldn't have to wait long.

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"Now as far as your Mama is concerned you've been in bed the whole time alright?" Merry said somewhat distractedly as he furiously towel dried Pippin's hair, the younger hobbit now clean and dressed.

From somewhere beneath the towel came a resounding nod.

"Good lad! And you've been hearing a lot of interesting stories too haven't you?"

Another nod.

"Right, let's get you back in to bed, make this look at least partway convincing."

"You're going to have a job doing that when you're still covered in paint yourself!" Vinca said as she walked in to the room and sat down beside her brother, who broke in to a fit of silent laughter.

Merry looked down and was horrified to find she was right.

"I'd better go and get changed!"

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What he found when he first looked in his wardrobe was not a clean set of clothes. Instead he found one newly finished grey scarf, complete with tasselled ends.

"Vinca, you're a star!" he said quietly to himself.

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"It won't be for long, I promise. Five minutes at the most. And I'll make sure he's all wrapped up, I won't let him go more than two steps away from me, and as soon as you want me to bring him back in I will! Just please trust me" Merry pleaded.

Dinner had finished about twenty minutes earlier, and since then Merry had been desperately trying to persuade his aunt to allow him to take Pippin outside for a few short minutes of fresh air. Not that that would be all that Pippin would receive.

"I'm not sure Merry," Eglantine said slowly, "it's still rather cold out, and he's only just starting to get better. I wouldn't want to risk making him worse again."

"But there's no way he can get ill this time honestly! And I promised him that if he behaved himself this afternoon I would ask you if he could get up for a bit, and he's been ever so well-behaved, I would feel bad if I didn't try my best to keep to my side of the bargain."

Eglantine sighed, clearly undecided. She hated to disappoint her son, especially after everything he had been through over the past few weeks, but she was worried that if she did allow for him to be taken outside for just a few minutes, there was a chance that it could seriously jeopardise his recovery.

"What makes you so sure he will be fine?"

Now it was Merry's turn to make a difficult decision. He was loathe to tell anyone about the scarf before Pippin himself found out, but it was clear how hard it was going to be to persuade his aunt unless he was completely honest with her as to his intentions. He would just have to tell her.

"You see, the thing is me and Vinca have a surprise for Pippin. And we think it can help make him better, or at least stop him from getting ill next winter. We've made him his own scarf, a really long, really thick one, so he will definitely be kept warm and his throat will be all covered up so that it can't get worse. I just want him to wear it outside to see if it helps. Please."

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"Pippin, stop wriggling!" Merry scolded as he tried in vain to fasten his cousin's cloak. The younger hobbit merely began to wriggle even more, so Merry stopped what he was doing and walked out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind him. Pippin stood stock still, the grin dropping from his face. He hadn't meant to upset Merry, he was just so excited at the idea of being able to go out at last. He had spent far too long cooped up indoors, and the snow was almost gone now. Once again, it seemed he was going to miss one of the finer points of a Shire winter; another year passing without the promised grand snowball fight, one that would have gone down in legend and song. He hadn't had a snowball fight with Merry for the past four years, because during each of the past four winters he had become ill with winter sickness. It seemed this year was to pass in the same fashion.

He hated being ill.

But he hated upsetting Merry even more.

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The patter of small footsteps echoed down the hallway as Pippin raced off to find his cousin, having eventually managed to fasten his cloak by himself, despite slightly shaking fingers.

"Caught you!" Merry shouted, grabbing his unsuspecting cousin as he rounded the corner in to the kitchen. Pippin smiled happily.

"And I see you've done up your cloak by yourself too. Looks as though you're almost ready to go."

Almost?

"There's just one thing missing I think. Let's go and find your sister, see if she can help us work out what it might be."

Taking Pippin by the hand, he led him out of the front door, where Vinca was waiting for them both, a small wicker basket in her hand.

"My, don't you look smart Pip! But wait, there's something missing."

Pippin frowned, puzzled. He couldn't think of anything that could possibly be missing. He was wearing all his clothes and his cloak. There wasn't anything else that he needed.

"A pair of gloves perhaps?" Merry ventured.

Vinca pretended to study him thoughtfully for a moment before shaking her head.

"No it's definitely not that."

"A hat then?"

Pippin wrinkled his nose in distaste. He had never liked hats, and could never understand why one would be needed when he had plenty enough hair to keep his head warm.

"Maybe…" Vinca answered playfully, smiling at the look on her baby brother's face. He shook his head, scowling.

"Alright then, it can't be that."

"Well then, there's only one other thing I can think of that he would possibly need. A scarf!"

"You think so Merry?"

"Yes Vinca."

"Well then, it's lucky I brought one out here with me isn't it?" she said, pulling the scarf carefully from her basket and handing it to Merry, who began to wind it gently round Pippin's neck.

"It looks a perfect fit to me. I wonder who it belongs to?"

"Don't be silly Merry! It's Pippin's remember? You helped make it!"

"Oh yes, I remember. And you had a hand in it too if I remember rightly."

Pippin's eyes widened in shock as he remembered a vision from the recent past; Merry and his sister sat in his room late at night, a pair of knitting needles clicking deftly in Merry's hands, his sister watching him silently. It hadn't been a dream after all!

He practically flew at them both, almost knocking them to the ground as he wrapped himself bodily around them, mouthing 'thank you' over and over again.

"Do you like it then Pip?"

In response, Pippin pulled himself away from them, reaching down to pick up a big handful of snow and throwing it as hard as he could at Merry before running back towards the house, in fits of silent laughter.

"That was a bit ungrateful, a simple 'thank you' would have been alright." Merry said grumpily as he brushed the snow from his cloak.

Following her brother's lead, Vinca picked up her own handful of snow, this time hitting Merry in the face with it before disappearing back in to the house, giggling wildly.

"I guess I should have expected that," Merry muttered, "Tooks! Utterly mad, the lot of them!"

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Pippin spent the rest of that evening showing off his scarf proudly to anyone who came near him, and made sure that everyone knew who was responsible for making it, causing Merry and Vinca to develop an almost permanent blush, and everyone else to be consumed by unexplainable coughing fits that caused the little hobbit a lot of concern. Getting up from his seat at the kitchen table (he had finally been deemed well enough to join the rest of the family for supper) he went up to each in turn and, in a perfect imitation of his healer, pressed a hand to their brow and an ear to their chest, causing the 'cough' to worsen significantly, and the frown on his face to grow considerably deeper.

It was only when he showed signs of wanting to leave in order to fetch Peony that the adults finally quietened down. Getting to her feet, Eglantine took her young son's hand in her own and began to lead him out of the kitchen.

"There's no need to worry sweetheart, everyone's fine! But I think perhaps it's time we got you to bed, you've had a very busy evening."

There was no use in trying to change his mother's mind. Besides, he was feeling rather tired. Maybe some sleep would be good…

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"Are you going to take your scarf off now little one? It's rather warm in here; I don't think you're going to need it tonight."

Pippin shook his head fervently. Now that he had it, he didn't know if he would ever want to take it off, especially since it was something that Merry made him. That meant it was extra special. That meant he shouldn't take it off.

Eglantine seemed to understand, or at least she knew there was no point trying to reason with him tonight when he was clearly intent on being stubborn.

"Alright, you can keep it on tonight, but tomorrow night it comes off, no arguments!"

Smiling, Pippin climbed in to bed. Eglantine made sure he was tucked up snugly in his blankets before leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"Night sweetheart, pleasant dreams."

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After a couple of hours it was doubtful that Pippin was going to have any dreams that night, pleasant or otherwise.

He had been alright at first. But after half an hour laid down in bed, he had began to cough, and hadn't seemed to be able to stop since, despite the best efforts of his mother, who had made him try every remedy she could think of to ease the problem. After making him a third cup of hot water mixed with honey and sugar, Eglantine resigned herself to the fact that there really was nothing she could do to help except keep him company. But even that did not seem to be enough for her son, who soon began silently demanding for Merry.

"It's late sweetheart, I expect Merry's sleeping now."

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But he wasn't. He had heard Pippin coughing, a knot of guilt growing increasingly tight in his stomach. The scarf hadn't worked after all, and he'd let Pippin down again. The least he could do now was be there for him when he wanted him.

He waited a few minutes before going next door, not wanting his aunt to think he had been eavesdropping.

"Merry! What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep," Merry answered truthfully, "is Pipsqueak causing trouble again?"

"Of course! Nothing ever changes in that department with this one," Eglantine replied, ruffling her son's unruly curls fondly. "You just can't seem to settle tonight, can you sweetheart?"

Pippin shook his head sadly.

"Well there's no need for you to be up too Aunty. I'll sit with him if you like; I don't think I'm going to get much sleep anyway."

"Are you sure Merry? I wouldn't want you to think you have to feel responsible for any of this," she said seriously, correctly interpreting the real reason behind her nephew's appearance.

"Of course I'm sure. And I do; I think Vinca was right when she said I'm the reason he terrorises you all! Besides, this'll give me the time to teach him some new tricks, you would like that, wouldn't you Pippin?"

Pippin's head was almost a blur, it was moving so fast. Eglantine laughed.

"Alright then, but don't get him too worked up, else he'll never get to sleep! Remember I'm just down the hall if you need anything Merry, and thank you for this."

"That's quite alright aunty, hope you manage to sleep well. Goodnight."

"Goodnight lads," she replied, smiling fondly at them both.

"Listen carefully now Pippin," Merry whispered conspiratorially the second Eglantine closed the door behind her, moving to sit on the bed beside his young cousin "I'm going to teach you the best way to scare your sisters, using only a candle, some ribbon and a small wooden box…"

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It had been a long night, and when he heard the first ghost of a whispered word in his ear, at around four in the morning, Merry could have sworn he was dreaming.

"Merry?"

When he heard it again, he wasn't quite so sure. When he felt his arm being pinched the third time the voice spoke, he knew for certain he was awake.

"Pippin?" he asked, barely daring to hope for a reply.

But it came.

The voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper, two barely formed words, but to the hobbit who heard them, they meant the world.

"Thank you."

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A/N: There goes chapter eight! For those of you wondering, there is only one more proper chapter left, wrapping up the present-day Fellowship side of things and quite possibly including a bit more of the Took/Brandybuck past story (if you would like)

There may also be a short epilogue chapter in the offing later on, as I have some ideas of the final, final ending for that, but I will probably only write it if it is something I feel you guys want to read, so your vote really counts on that one, let me know!

Apologies are owed to you all for how long this update has taken, I never meant for it to be this long but uni has got in the way rather more than I thought it would!

If you have any comments, questions or suggestions do let me know, I love hearing from you all.

Leodwyn: Thank you very much for the review, I hope you enjoyed the update!

Thanks again for reading!

Until Next Time…..

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