"I was knocked right down and that old troll would have been the end of me if it weren't for your Uncle Gimli."
Willow gave a gasp, as she always did, but her eyes showed her excitement. All of Pippin's children looked at him with delighted faces when he told tales of his youth. There was never any dissent over what story to hear when it came to his own adventures.
He stared into the fire, drawn back to memories of pain and blood and fear. He hoped trolls and war would always remain only a tale for his children.