Untitled Drabble ~Míriel

I watched Pippin leap and grasp at the air.

"Try to catch them, Merry!" he said.

"I can't," I replied. "They aren't real!"

He stopped jumping and stared at me.

"Yes, they are, Merry."

"No, fairies aren't real, Pip."

He looked at me with wide eyes. "But I caught one."

He opened his hand, and from it flew a pinpoint of light. The light grew, illuminating first his face; then the ground about him. Many little lights now joined the other and began dancing around him, and the moon shone down on them from above.

I never doubted him again.