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“So, they are gone,” said Merry, trying -and failing- to not sound as sad as he felt.
"Yes," answered Pippin, with a bit more success in hiding his sorrow: "We’re on our own, now! No Frodo, no Bilbo, no Elves!"
He was joking, but the truth of his statement fell cruelly upon the three of them.
Sam stayed silent, but when they reached the turn towards Buckland and had to say their goodbyes, he finally spoke: "Do you think we should do something to remember them? Like the memorials Men, Elves and Dwarves build? Something big and solemn?" he asked.