For the LiveJournal tolkien_weekly "Tangled Web: Knit" challenge.
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.