(Written in 2005; my very first ever drabble)
Disclaimer: Middle-earth and all its peoples belong to the Tolkien Estate. I own none of them. Some of them, however, seem to own me.
"He's amazing, isn't he, Frodo?" Merry watched as Pippin gamboled over the field with the kite he and Frodo had made for him. His delighted laughter floated back to them.
"Yes, he is." Frodo and Merry sat beneath the Party Tree, enjoying the spring and the sight of their young cousin.
"You might think it foolish, Frodo, but you know, the first time I saw him I knew how he loved me, though he was only a tiny baby. He made me love him back."
"Of course I don't think it's foolish, Merry. You did the same thing to me."