Dearest Diary,





Well it didn't take too long to figure out a way to accept Pippin's truce. I was heading towards the market to

pick up some odds and ends for a pie I was planning to make for a little dinner party Stell thought of having.

I wasn't half way there when who should I see coming down the lane but Pippin. He had his head down,

hands in his trouser pockets, and he was kicking at the ground with his feet. I ran over to him and asked

if anything was the matter. He looked up at me letting a forced smile across his face and said, "No, Merry

has had a lot on his mind latley and he shared a bit with me is all." I asked if Merry was alright and he

assured me that Merry was fine but he may not make it for the supper we had planned. "Oh" was about the

only response I could manage. I had spent most of my morning preparing tonight's menu and I was a tad

disappointed at this news. Pippin assured me not to worry by saying that Merry was trying to find

someone to keep an eye out for Frodo. He added that last bit probably due to my inability to hide my

emotions very well. I quickly offered up Fatty and Folco's names since I knew that they were also close

friends of Frodo and slightly because I was still very bitter about neither one of them asking me to dance all

those weeks back. Pippin chuckled a little, although I didn't see anything funny about it. It made me

wonder if he knew my motive was revenge. He explained through his new, overly amused, attitude that he

thought that Frodo's gardner, Samwise, might look out for him. At this I thought it best to suggest a

packed supper that Stelly could take to Merry once he was relieved of his turn at watch, thus giving the

couple a chance for some privacy. He seemed to think this was wonderful idea. I wasn't sure what else to

say at that point. I was hoping he would make mention of the letter but he acted like he knew nothing of it.

I started to think that maybe this was a joke. However, Pippin is the sort that would love a chance to gain as

much credit as he possibly could from a good trick. It was strangely quiet for several minutes. He had even

gone back to staring at the ground, letting a mess of brown curls fall carelessly into his eyes. Someone had

to say something. So I took a deep breath and asked him if he would still care to join me for supper. He

looked up quickly, brushing his hair out of his face and smiled. "I would enjoy that." was all that he said

and he went on his way. Of course he would, he had not turned food down at any point in time that I had

noticed. I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea.





-Di