That evening was one that no one would forget.  Tears and laughter filled the evening, although laughter prevailed.  Pippin and Merry were ecstatic to see Gandalf, Gimli, and Legolas once more almost as much as they were to see Frodo, and wanted a full account of everything that had happened to them.  A fire was rekindled in the living room and after supper everyone gathered around Gandalf for all the stories that he knew.  Sam's young ones sat around his feet and listened with awe.  Faramir and Theoden were lying at their father's feet, glad to get to hear the stories and see the people that Pippin and Merry had told them about so much.  Poppy and Merry were bundled in blankets and cradled in their father's arms, wishing that the night would never end, a feeling that reverberated around the entire room.

By midnight the two bundled up hobbits were fast asleep, content with stories and trying to think of ways to get more out of Gandalf the next morning.  In the next hour the other young hobbits drifted off, now lying in a mound by their fathers feet.  By three in the morning everyone was getting tired, and all retired to their rooms.  As Pippin fell asleep he realized just how much he had missed all of them, and felt himself fall asleep and dream of the days of his childhood, where everything had been as perfect as it was now.