When I was writing this story, I thought it just sounded so sweet. I hope you feel the same and like it. (Note: Pippin's age changes from chapter to chapter.)

Chapter 1: My Little Pip

August 28, Third Age 2990

When the baby came out, he was limp and pale. He didn't make a sound. The Healer quickly took the baby over to a table, which several blankets had been layed, and layed the frail baby on it. He wiped the baby off and rubbed him vigorously, trying to raise a cry from him. After a few tence seconds, the baby began to cry. He cried and breathed in, filling his under-developed lungs with air. The Healer breathed a sigh of relief. He checked the baby's pulse and breathing and wrapped him up in a warm blanket. He carried the baby over to Eglantine. She took the baby into her arms. Just then, Merry peeped in the door. The Hobbit child walked over to Eglantine.

"Auntie?" he asked.

"Merry, I want you to look after my little Peregrin." Eglantine said as she handed the baby to Merry.

"Auntie?" Merry asked as Eglantine wen limp.

"We've lost her." a Healer said.

Merry walked over to a chair in the corner and sat down. He looked down to the small being in his arms. As he looked down, the baby stopped crying. The baby opened his eyes and looked up at Merry. Merry smiled, his new baby cousin was so beautiful.

"Peregrin." Merry thought, "That's a silly name for a baby. I think I'll call you... Pippin."

"I'm going to look after you, Pippin." Merry said.

The tiny baby smiled. It was as if he could understand Merry. Pippin's eyes seemed to sparkle.

"You have beautiful, green eyes." Merry said as he gently cradled the baby to his chest, "We're gonna be best friends, aren't we?"

Pippin gave a big yawn and fell asleep in Merry's arms.

"Don't you worry, Pippin. I'll look after you." Merry said as he kissed little Pip on the forehead.