"Merry," Pippin looked up, astonished that he could speak to Merry without yelling, "it's quiet."
"Of course it is, silly Took." Estella said, startling Pippin. She'd been beside his wife as soon as she'd arrived to the Smials. "Come and meet your son."
Slowly, Pippin entered, followed by Merry, gently leading him on with a hand on his shoulder. Diamond sat upright on the bed, her nightclothes soaked with sweat and smiling. She held a small bundle in her arms, stroking her hand over the brow of the newborn child. Carefully, she unswaddled the bundle enough to reveal the lad's face. Pippin gasped, as did Merry upon catching sight of the baby.
Tears welled in Pippin's eyes.
Raven black hair and blue eyes that would surely get bluer as the child grew a few weeks older. Creamy white skin and thick eyelashes. When Pippin looked to Merry, Merry could only smile and nod.
"Well," said Merry, "There won't be any calling him Frodo, since the Gamgees have taken care of that."
With tremored fingers, Pippin took the bundle in his arms. "How about Faramir," he said, looking down in awe.
Diamond spoke. "Faramir will do just fine."
