For the LiveJournal tolkien_weekly "Tangled Web: Knit" challenge.
Legolas walks slowly back up Rath Dinen, Pippin alongside.
So Merry rests among the great of Gondor... Hard to think of that small bier, shut in the dark. Thus our close-knit Fellowship unravels, strand by strand. It began with Frodo's sailing – barely any time ago, yet a lifetime to his Mortal friends. How long till the whole fabric is undone, and only I am left?
He keeps his melancholy musings to himself; Pippin has grief enough. Yet the idea of being the last of the Company walking in Middle-earth is unbearable. But one thought sustains him:
Gimli is coming.