Beautifully reflective piece from Sue on Merry and Pippin in their later years.
Still afflicted with snooziness, and having bloodtests on Monday.
So here’s another old bit of writing, in fact my first ever attempt at an aprés-Tolkien story.
One starry night in Gondor; a tale of Peregrin and Meriadoc
Two guards stood in the Court of the Fountain where the White Tree grew tall. Through the long evening they had been there, watching the passing of the King’s guests through the gate and across the Court as they came to attend the feast in honour of the Periannath. As darkness thickened and the night grew chill, they had not moved or spoken, apart from the steady flicker of their deep grey eyes about the paved and grassed areas, looking at the Tree, the Fountain, the walls, the door into the Tower that led to the Great Hall; always watchful even in this sixty-third year of the King’s peace.
The only reward for…
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