Forever and Ever

by Eruvanne

On a bright summer’s day, two hobbits were playing leap frog in the fields behind Brandybuck Hall. Suddenly, one of them tripped over the other which caused the two to fall on the ground sprawling. But instead of getting upset, the two laughed as heartily as their small bodies would allow. The tumble and laughter then led to a wrestling game. The game ended when neither one could pin the other down long enough. So they laid themselves down side by side.

“Merry, do you think we’ll be like this forever and ever?” asked one.

“Of course, Pip,” replied the other. “Nothing’s ever going to separate us, ever.” And the two embraced.

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The two hobbits had grown-up to hobbit tweens. Now, they were no longer behind Buckland Hall or even in the Shire for that matter. The two friends were in the elven city of Rivendell, bound on a dangerous quest to accompany their friend. The day before their journey began, they sat side by side on a ledge by a rainbow streaked waterfall.

“Merry, did you ever think that we’d ever be on an adventure like this?” asked Pippin.

“Well,” began Merry, “I always imagined that you and I would go on amazing adventures and return heroes.”

“Did you imagine our adventures like this one?”

“No. We were always fighting dragons or trolls or things like that. Nothing like what we’re in now.”

“But,” reminded Pippin with hope, “we’ll look out for one another.” He then placed his arm around his friend’s shoulders. Smiling, Merry placed his arm around Pippin’s shoulders.

“Yes, Pippin. We’ll look out for each other.”

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The two friends had then traveled many miles from both the Shire and Rivendell. Now they were in the land of horse-lords. After the great victory at Isengard, the two hobbits had been reunited with their friends and had witnessed the death of Saruman. In the murky waters where the dead wizard had fallen, a glowing orb had lain and was picked-up by Pippin. However, Gandalf took the orb from the young hobbit and hid it in his robes. But the inquisitive hobbit had found the orb and had looked into it. Now he was going with Gandalf to the white city of Minas Tirith. As Pippin sat on Gandalf’s mighty stead, he spoke to Merry.

“You’re coming with me, aren’t you, Merry?”

“I don’t think so, Pippin.”

“But we will see each other again,” asked Pippin, fear rising in his heart and eyes.

“I don’t know,” replied Merry. “I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Merry, Merry!” cried Pippin as he rode away with Gandalf. For the first time in their long journey, the two friends were separated, possibly to never see each other again.

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In the Pelennor fields outside the walls of Minas Tirith, a great battle had been fought. Orcs from Mordor had attacked Minas Tirith but had been sandwiched by the riders of Rohan. Although the men of the West had won the battle, great casualties had befallen them.

Pippin, dressed in the uniform of the Tower Guard, rushed out onto the field searching for his friend. After much searching, he found his fellow hobbit’s cloak. He knew that Merry must be nearby. So Pippin continued his search.

Merry had ridden with the Rohirrim to Gondor’s aid. With Eowyn, they had defeated the Witch-king. But soon he had become buried beneath dead orcs. Slowly, he lost consciousness and hoped that someone would find him.

As evening came, Pippin was still searching. But then he thought he saw something. He ran over to a pile of orcs and moved them away. To his joy, he found Merry. Slightly, he lifted his friend from the ground. Merry’s eyes fluttered open.

“Merry,” whispered Pippin, “Merry, it’s Pippin.”

“I knew you’d find me,” replied Merry quietly. “Are you going to leave me?”

“No, Merry,” comforted Pippin. “I’m going to look after you.” With that, Pippin carefully laid Merry back down and covered him with his lost cloak.

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Many years had passed since the two friends had fought in the War of the Ring. Aragorn was now king in Gondor with Arwen as his queen and had a son and several daughters. Faramir was the Steward and married to the lady Eowyn of Rohan whose brother, Eomer, was king of Rohan. Frodo, Galadriel, Elrond, and Gandalf had all left for Valinor. In the Shire, Sam was the mayor of Hobbiton.

Both of them were both leaders of their families now. And both were quite old. Sitting upon a grassy knoll side by side, the two hobbits reminisced about times gone by.

“Merry, do you remember when we were little and we were playing behind Buckland Hall?” asked the old Thain.

“Yes, Pippin,” replied the Master. “Those were good days. Why do you ask?”

“I was just thinking, we have always been the same, haven’t we?”

“All excepting that we’re now old,” Merry answered smiling.

“Well, yes. But I mean deep down, we’re still the same.”

“Yes, I know. We shall be the same forever and ever.” The two then smiled and gazed out into the setting sun as it sank slowly behind the hills.