MP SLASH
Own nothing, as always. And improvements welcome, as always.
Keys
Pippin stared at the three silver keys lying on the wooden table in front of him. The keys to Frodo's house in Crickhollow – front door, back boor, and the garden shed (although Merry was sure it'd only take one strong shove to open that door).
"I want you two to have it," Frodo had said to them. "I won't be needing it. You two will probably appreciate it."
All they had to do was sign this one last bit of paper, and it would be theirs. Not Pippin's room in the Smials, or Merry's in Brandy Hall, or the guest room at the back of Bag End. Their home. Theirs.
"Pip?" Pippin looked up, brought out of his daydream by Merry's voice.
"What is it?" Merry smiled at him, and nodded at the paper now in front of Pippin, next to the keys.
"Stop staring at those keys, it's not ours yet."