As Written By Peregrin Took
Dear Merry,
After we led the ents in to battle with old Treebeard I was happy just to sit in the ruins with you, smoking and drinking the sunlight, laughing and talking, rejoicing in victory... but when ever I'm near you, I wish for nothing more than to hold you, to have you hold me back, to be closer to you than a friend. Indeed we are like family, and even cousins at that, so I know it is wrong of me, but when we where in the halls of Rohan, drunken and flushed, singing and dancing for the Green Dragon for all to see, I couldn't have been happier. My heart sang with the same joy my voice did when you had your arm around my shoulders and mine around yours. Maybe I could have stayed with you, there, if I where not truly such a "Fool of a Took." If I hadn't such a burning curiosity I wouldn't be here in this great white city, awaiting some horrible battle, that I so foolishly swore my self into.
And that is why I'm writing to you now! I'm so frightened that I would never be able to tell you what I mean to! That would hurt me more than any fatal blow. I love you Merry! More than life it self, I do! And what a fool you'll think me for saying it! A fool I am and always will be for you, because I could never contain my self near you! And, Oh Merry! When I left with Gandalf, I got just the slightest feeling you loved me, too! Please say you do, for I would rather die than have you push me away!
Love,
Pipp.
Dear Merry,
After we led the ents in to battle with old Treebeard I was happy just to sit in the ruins with you, smoking and drinking the sunlight, laughing and talking, rejoicing in victory... but when ever I'm near you, I wish for nothing more than to hold you, to have you hold me back, to be closer to you than a friend. Indeed we are like family, and even cousins at that, so I know it is wrong of me, but when we where in the halls of Rohan, drunken and flushed, singing and dancing for the Green Dragon for all to see, I couldn't have been happier. My heart sang with the same joy my voice did when you had your arm around my shoulders and mine around yours. Maybe I could have stayed with you, there, if I where not truly such a "Fool of a Took." If I hadn't such a burning curiosity I wouldn't be here in this great white city, awaiting some horrible battle, that I so foolishly swore my self into.
And that is why I'm writing to you now! I'm so frightened that I would never be able to tell you what I mean to! That would hurt me more than any fatal blow. I love you Merry! More than life it self, I do! And what a fool you'll think me for saying it! A fool I am and always will be for you, because I could never contain my self near you! And, Oh Merry! When I left with Gandalf, I got just the slightest feeling you loved me, too! Please say you do, for I would rather die than have you push me away!
Love,
Pipp.