Characters: a very young Pippin, Paladin, OFC
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Tolkien.
Pippin sniffed and patted the fresh grave before him. How could this happen? He still didn’t understand how you could lose such a thing. His mother would know; it was her loss, after all.
He wiped away a tear, remembering his father’s ill-fated words to the Aunts. Pippin had listened from the hall as he was supposed to be abed, and no wonder.
Paladin had told Eglantine the sleepy sheep joke, but Eglantine hadn’t laughed. He repeated the joke now. Aunt Amber sighed. “No wonder she didn’t with such a dead pan delivery.”
Who knew frying pans could die?