Silence, it seemed that nothing could break its hold on the table. Pippin shifted uncomforterably, then gazed at his wife. Her brow was furrowed in worry, she was looking down at her hands. He wanted to reach out and comforst her, but she was not the kind of girl. She was never that kind of girl outside of thier bedroom. He closed his eyes, tears stinging, would have ever know the woman he married.
Frodo picked up Gwen's hand in his own and pulled it gently. She sifted her gaze to him. They had a silent talk with their eyes and both got up and moved to a corner to better talk.
"How do you put up with her?" Reighn looked up at Pippin. "She seems to care nothign for you or your feelings."
Pippin looked at the two in the corner wishpering softly, then looked back at Reighn, "I love her."
"How can you trust her?"
"She has never given me reason to not trust her," he picked at the hem of his clothes. "What you see there with Frodo, its armor, its not her."
Reighn gave hima doubtful look, "Just make sure she keeps herself and Frodo out or trouble." She got up and moved toward the bar.