A/N

Wow, an update finally. But a short one. Back to the present. I promise I'll start writing more so that there will be more updates. I've been pretty busy. I don't own any of these characters! Cheers to Tolkien and his brilliance!

Neither turned to look at the other. Pippin's tears were slowly drying on his cheeks. They knew that neither of them would ever go into the West.

They had never carried a ring.

They hadn't saved Middle Earth.

Neither of them was actually a king of a great city in disguise.

No, the personal battles they'd fought were far less heroic than the deeds of their comrades.

But nonetheless, Pippin had saved Faramir's life. He actually felt quite proud of himself for that heroic moment. Perhaps he'd name his child after Faramir. If he ever had one that was... And Merry, Merry had killed the witch king of the Nazgul. Who was in fact a terrifying thing to stand up to.

But they had both survived. And that seemed more important than anything else.

Please please please keep reviewing my lovely reviewers!!!!