Pippin glanced around, skirting Legolas and Gimli, before falling into step beside the gardener.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
Misery burned behind the tween’s eyes and Sam paused.
“Boromir gave me a biscuit earlier, and Frodo and Merry shared some berries but…breakfast was so long ago.”
“You should ask Gandalf or Strider…”
“Oh no, I couldn’t do that. Strider would give me that look of his and Gandalf would bristle his brows. They think I’m a bother.”
Feeling pity for Pippin’s plight, Sam softened. Winking he turned, calling for the ranger: “Mister Strider? Shouldn’t it be time for luncheon soon?”