The afternoon sun softly illumined the nursery where Pippin paced, singing softly to the baby in his arms. Perry was soothed by the rhythm of the song, a Rohirric lullaby that Ivy often used. Soon his grandson was asleep and Pippin lay him gently in a cradle well worn by generations of Tooks.
He stood, watching Perry sleep, remembering when it was Perry's father who had slept in that cradle. Pippin still had regrets, that Fari's life had been filled with so much unhappiness, but he hoped Fari's son would bring him the happiness that Fari had brought to him.