“I know that Sam is taking Elanor seeds and that Frodo has his heart set on those elvish book ends, but what are you taking Merry?”
“I have always admired the maps here. They are so detailed and stunning,” Merry said before dreamily continuing. “I can already see an elvish map of Middle-Earth over the grand fireplace at Brandy hall. It would be beautiful in the flickering light of the fire. Hopefully I will be able to get one. What about you Pip; what are you planning to take?”
“Merry, I don’t know if this is possible,” Pippin begin, “but I want to see if I can take home some copies of the pieces sung in the Hall of Fire. Elvish music is so striking, calming, outer worldly, and oh, I just can’t explain it,” he sighed.
“I know what you mean, Pip. There is something very special about it,” Merry responded thoughtfully.
“I know hobbits will never be able to sing or play it with anything like the grace and beauty of the elves, but it seems such a shame to let the music fade with the elves as they leave our shores,” Pippin relied wistfully. “I want to try to preserve at least some semblance of it. You don’t think the elves will be offended, do you?” he asked plaintively.
“Don’t worry about it, Pip. I think the elves will be quite honored,” Merry said comfortingly. “Now come on if you want to get those copies before we leave you had better ask soon. Let’s go see Elrond. Of course, right after a quick snack,” he finished with a smile.
“You always have the best ideas,” Pippin said visibly brightening before following Merry towards the kitchens.