“Merry, Pippin, come see what Prince Faramir’s sent for the garden!”
Sam could barely contain his excitement and led them toward the display.
“Imagine, a wedding gift… clear from Dol Amroth the note says.”
Veiled in silk, the treasure lay hidden. The hobbits crowded around as Sam removed the cloth.
Blanching, Pippin stumbled backwards with a gasp – covering his eyes.
“No! Put it away!” Visions of the Eye and memories of blinding torment flooded his mind. “Please!”
Confused, Sam slowly complied. “What’s wrong, Master Pippin ‘tis only a gazin’ ball…”
Trembling, Pippin turned and fled. How could he ever explain?