It’s finally time for Pippin and Beregond to get on with their lives. I can’t really say how long they’ve talked so far, but the bell rings for the midday meal. Beregond offers to take Pippin to lunch, since more food is never a bad thing. He can also then meet the other men of Beregond’s company. After checking to see if Gandalf has returned of left word for him at their room (he hasn’t), Pippin goes to the mess hall.
Things get weird. Rumor has spread of Gandalf’s arrival with a hobbit, but it is believed that the hobbit is a prince of his people. He has promised aid for Gondor, with thousands of hobbit warriors marching to battle behind the riders of Rohan.
Okay, you guys…
Need I say that that’s not true? Pippin has a hard time breaking it to the guys. He doesn’t, however, fully refute his status as a prince. Why not stay a prince?
In other news, MORE FOOD!
It’s an established fact that hobbits like to eat. Hobbits like to eat a lot. Pippin had gone for far too long without food, and thus was looking for it when he ran into Beregond. Now, after eating and talking for quite some time, the next meal is being prepared, and you don’t hear Pippin complaining one bit.
Oh, right, and he ate a few cakes with Denethor. As hungry as he said he was, HE’S BEEN EATING ALL DAY.
It’s good to be the prince of hobbits.
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“Though Pippin had regretfully to destroy this hopeful tale, he could not be rid of his new rank, only fitting, men thought, to one befriended by Boromir and honoured by the Lord Denethor; and they thanked him for coming among them, and hung on his words and stories of the outlands, and gave him as much food and ale as…”