Let the feasting begin!
Frodo and Sam are led into a great feast along with all the kings, captains, and such. They are the guests of honor. Two small boys, seeming to be servants, appear dressed in the livery of Gondor and Rohan. They are none other than Merry and Pippin, and Sam gapes at their positions. They won’t talk long (things to do, you know), but Sam notices how tall they’ve gotten.
After the feast, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Gandalf, Legolas, and Gimli sit around telling their tales. There’s a lot to be caught up on.
I can’t help but feel like Legolas and Gimli have fallen out to be very minor characters. Ever since around the beginning of Return of the King, they haven’t been mentioned much. It very much became Aragorn’s story out of theirs, and they faded away. I do enjoy having them around.
Meanwhile, I can’t imagine how Frodo and Sam must be feeling. If indeed they have been out this whole time, the transition for them from practically dying on the slopes of Mount Doom to this extravaganza must be extreme. One moment your life is failing, and the next you’re living the life of luxury. How can one process that so quickly? For all accounts, they’re handling it well, but inside they must be jolted.
But all Sam can think about is how tall Merry and Pippin are. He’s a simple dude.
No one dies today.
“‘But there it is: you’re three inches taller than you ought to be, or I’m a dwarf.'”