I watched Pippin leap and grasp at the air.

            “Try to catch them, Merry!” he said.

            “I can’t,” I replied.  “They aren’t real!”

            He stopped jumping and stared at me.

            “Yes, they are, Merry.”

            “No, fairies aren’t real, Pip.”

            He looked at me with wide eyes.  “But I caught one.”

            He opened his hand, and from it flew a pinpoint of light.  The light grew, illuminating first his face; then the ground about him.  Many little lights now joined the other and began dancing around him, and the moon shone down on them from above.

            I never doubted him again.