Inspired by “Pervinca’s Gift”, written by Rowan and to be found on her LJ and here at SoA:
The Return
Ignoring the prohibition on running indoors, Pervinca breathlessly slammed her way past the heavy door, skidding to a stop in a torchlit courtyard that buzzed with activity, a hive of disturbed bees.
But she couldn’t see him in the commotion of ponies, and hobbits running to and fro in organized frenzy.
Pippin!
Ponies parted, and a tall figure strode quickly towards her, torchlight glinting from unfamiliar mail.
Pippin? she said, laughing through tears. We thought...
Here, he said, pulling an arm free of their embrace, to tender a tattered scrap of cloth, initials still visible. I’ve got just the thing...