How lovely, I just loved this part:
'Pippin had supported him whole-heartedly, recalling the delight on his own father’s face when he had informed him he was courting Diamond of Long Cleeve with the hopeful intent of marriage. Now thirty-six years and five children later, he was watching his own son marry his beloved bride.'
36 years and 5 children! My! It is very poignant actually, the fact that Pippin was once a young hobbit so many years before in Faramir's same position, just starting out his life, and then life just keeps on going, and the young get older. This fic really goes to show that everyone's story in this great tale (as Bilbo would say it) eventually ends, and it is time for another's. I like this a lot, very good job! :)