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The other hobbits reflected on that, but then they both shook their heads: "Those kinds of things are not for us," said Merry.
"No, you're right, they're not. We'll remember, of course, but in our way."
"Our memorials will be our songs!" exclaimed Pippin, this time with real mirth in his voice.
Sam nodded, smiling for the first time since the Grey Havens.
During the last part of the ride, Sam kept remembering. When he arrived home he was still a bit melancholy, but much more serene.
He sat with his daughter in his arms: “Well, I’m back,” he said.