~*~* A/N: Okay, this is the end of this part. I know, it's incredibly short. Do not be troubled! There's a reason Valar created sequels! And I've got one on the way right now! :-D *~*~



Pippin gulped, and knocked on her door. She didn't answer for a moment, then he heard a weak "come in". He opened the door, and stepped in. She was laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Kristin," he said gently, and then stopped. "I have to go back. I'm sorry, but - you know this can't work."

Kristin shrugged, her voice cold. "Is that supposed to hurt me? Fine, whatever, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out."

Pippin looked down, knowing that she was too hurt to show it. He nodded simply, and then he closed her door.

Merry put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "How is she?"

"Hurt."

"We all are," Merry said softly, and then he turned to Gandalf. Merry, Pippin, and Gandalf grasped the magic staff, and Gandalf muttered a few words.

Then, they were gone.




~*~* The End *~*~