“My dear boy,” said Gandalf after a little pause. “I wish you would not say that, when we both know otherwise. If you would rather not speak of something you have only to say so.”
Pippin swallowed. “It doesn't matter,” he said shortly, without turning around. His shoulders were tense, and he clutched the damp towel around them like a shield. “He's dead now. You can ask Merry about it, if you like, he was there. But please do not ask me any more.”
Canon-typical Took behaviour indeed 😭 My wife @rosemary-andtime 's fic What Lets the Light Pass Through has a new chapter and it's so incredibly perfect (this illustration is a scene from Chapter 2, Chapter 3 just went live today). I continue to be obsessed with this gorgeous exploration of Pippin's relationship with both his trauma and his wizard.
