They had come to the White City after king Éomer’s death. In his heart Pippin knew he would not see the Shire again.

Home is behind, the world ahead,

Merry and him stayed in the great realm of Gondor for they short years left in them.

And there are many paths to tread.

Pippin knew it was the end. He could feel his life ebbing away.

Through shadow, to the edge of night,

He had been moved to Merry’s room. They would pass together.

Until the stars are all alight.

“You know Merry,” He whispered, “They are going to bury us with the Kings.”

Mist and shadow, cloud and shade,

“I wonder if Treebeard ever found the Entwives.” Merry thought aloud.

All shall fade,

Pippin saw his cousin smile. “Goodbye Merry.”

All shall fade.

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