Pippin crept through Brandy Hall, his movement slow and steady so as to not jar his aching head. It had been Merry's thirty-third birthday yesterday and he'd had far too much to drink.
Not as much as Merry, though. Pippin giggled and crept forward to Merry's door. Wouldn't that be funny, to wake Merry by pouncing on his bed and surprising him?
He paused. Then again, Merry was probably in more pain than he was this morning. Pippin sighed and continued down the hall. It was probably in his best interests to be charitable and let him sleep it off.