Merry and Pippin are hunting for a late-night snack one night in Edoras -- and see a shared moment that Faramir and …owyn would rather keep secret. Based on Tanaqui's piece "Later".
Pippin watched Merry reach to the back of the shelf above his head. "Here we are," he said, retrieving a wheel of cheese - and several apples, fruit raining down and falling to the floor with a thump.
"Merry, be careful!" Pippin hissed in a low voice.
In the dim light Pippin saw his cousin shrug. The Took retrieved the bruised apples and placed them on their shelf, hurried back to the hall, and pulled the door shut.
"Don't you dare." The words might have been lost to other mortal ears, but hobbits are quick of hearing. Was that... Faramir? But what was he doing here? He inched down the side-passage where he had heard the voice.
Pippin glanced past the barely-opened door and saw …owyn, her fingers interlocking with Faramir's, recovering from what Pippin guessed must have been a stolen kiss - a kiss both had waited long for, but which custom demanded be delayed yet further. A kiss the hobbits had interrupted.
He remembered berries, birds, and soaked tunics, shared glances and a promise of "Later". And other things: seeing-stones and fire, tales of valour and despair.
Let them have their peace. "Come on, Merry," he said, "I'm hungry."