The three hobbits finally reached the heart of the old forest. Merry and Pippin didn't want to go in, but Faramir insisted.
" Probably the best place for her to get in trouble," Merry had said.
"Then that's where she'll be!" Pippin added only half joking.
They searched high and low. Faramir's quick eyes saw a flicked of embers dieing out in the distance. Without warning he ran towards them. Merry and Pippin fought to catch up with him. When they got there Faramir was examining the camp.
" This is a troll's camp," Pippin said almost fearfully
" Yes but he hasn't been here for hour's it's safe. Plus it' s daylight. The troll would turn to stone before it had time to do anything to us." Merry told him. Faramir shrieked. Pippin whirled around to see what happened. He was holding a cloak tightly against his body, tears coming down his cheeks.
"Daddy, this is like your cloak, like the one Mr. Frodo had, the one Goldi stole," he said breathing quick and deeply. Merry put his hands over his mouth as Pippin stood letting the shock settle in. The cloak was stained in blood.
" Maybe it's another creatures cloak, maybe some other poor…"he saw the length, " Hobbit" Merry finished.
" But dad, it has the same brooch…" Faramir sobbed. " You do." He held up a Elven brooch, the same that they were wearing at the moment, the same the got from Galadriel. Tears mounted in Pippins eyes as he bent down and embraced his son. Merry turned away,
" How are we ever going to tell Sam?" Merry rasped.
" As soon as we can get there." Pippin answered. Pippin took his son's hand. Faramir took one last look around the camp and allowed himself to be lead off by his father.
A/N: I am adding a bit of Class to my Fanfiction so I will not beg for reviews. When I read begs for reviews, I don't review. Maybe it's just me. I would like them though!