Meant to change the layout before. Now understandable :)
Thank you, to my lovely reviewers, because… look at the big number!
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Enjoy.
Merry smiled and looked over at Pippin's sleeping form on the bed next to him. Slowly falling back to sleep, he cuddled closer to his cousin, remembering the events of the day.
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Pippin, after shutting himself in the bedroom since second breakfast, wandered around the small house in search of Merry. He found him in the kitchen washing the plates he'd used for his lunch.
"Hello Pip, welcome to the rest of the house."
"Merry," Merry shook the excess water off a fork and dropped it on the counter next to the sink.
"Yes?"
"Can you come over here, please? I want to talk to you."
"Can we talk here? I want to finish washing these." Merry held out the tea-towel to Pippin.
Pippin sighed and came to stand beside his cousin. He'd planned this, had it all worked out, ask his mother for her advice. He was going to bring Merry into the sitting room, sit down next to him and have the Conversation he'd only just got up the courage to start.
Merry glanced at Pippin quickly before looking back at the glass in his hand. He was sighing, obviously daydreaming. But he'd been acting strangely all day, or when Merry had seen him, ever since that letter came that morning. Maybe he was worried about that visit back home in a few weeks. He sighed quietly to himself and handed the glass to Pip with half a smile.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Pip couldn't put this off anymore. He couldn't, otherwise he'd loose his nerve and then he'd regret it forever, hate himself for not asking the person he'd loved all his life one simple question. They weren't sitting together in the sitting-room, Merry hand's in Pippin's.
And next to the kitchen sink, both standing with wet sleeves, Merry probably not paying complete attention to him wasn't the most romantic place Pippin had planned. But – did it really matter? He took a deep breath and started to explain.
"Well, I was going to… To ask you later after I'd come back in two weeks. But I sent a letter to Mum a few days ago, and I got a reply toady. That's why I was in the bedroom all day, reading. And thinking." Pippin looked up and into Merry's eyes. I'm doing the right thing…
"Merry," He began, "I was just… wondering, if maybe you wanted to…I mean, you don't have to, nothing's going to change if you say no. I won't mind. And I'll understand if you don't want to, but… Marry me, Merry?"