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Pippin turned away from the door. Another invitation to another gathering, though this one seemed more private. He read through the invitation, asking for food and drink to be brought, he should be able to come up with something. He spoke with Diamond and she was perfectly happy to look after Faramir for that evening.

Pippin got a small cart ready, filling it with what food he could find and could spare, and a barrel or two. He also loaded a crate of pipeweed onto it, knowing that Merry had been wanting to try it for some time. Faramir wandered out side and foung his father readying to leave, just sorting out the pony. "Where are you going?" He asked, nobody ever told him anything. "I," said Pippin, turning to face his son, "Am going to Bag End."
"Why?" asked Faramir, wanting to find out as mch as possible. Pippin knelt down to Faramir's level and said "I'm going to visit Sam, Merry, Frodo and Bilbo." Faramir's eyes lit up at the mention of these four names, "Can I come?" he pushed, dearly wanting to see them all again, he had enjoyed himself very much in the Green Dragon. "I'm not sure you would enjoy yourself Faramir, we'll be talking about lots of boring adult things."
"What do you mean by 'adult things'?" said Faramir, a little annoyed that his father hadn't said 'yes' strait away. "Well," began Pippin, "We might talk about how well the corn has been growing this year, or what direction the wind is blowing in, or even about the price of a barrel of mead if we're going to be really adventurous." Faramir looked down at the ground, he was very dissapointed, he'd been expecting tales of far off lands and stories of exciting battles.

Pippin urged him to go back to his mother. He smiled to himself as he watch Faramir scamper back up the garden path, yet he felt slightly guilty that he hadn't been entirely truthful.