Merry had once said that there were times when words were needed and times when they weren't. Maybe this was one of those times when they weren't. Pippin was sure Merry would understand and would hopefully know it was for the best. But forever was a very long time and Pippin knew he'd want to see Merry before he went away, because Pippin planned to travel so very far- just like Ramble-that maybe he would find a new world across a Silver Shore.

This time, Pippin cried a lot. He dropped to the ground and just lay there crying into the soft grass. When all the tears he could cry ran dry, he just stayed there lying in the grass. He could hear the birds singing high in the trees above him and he could hear the sound of a small stream trickling by. All the sounds made him feel sleepy again, and before he knew it, he'd fallen asleep again.