Rohan
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Rohan. The name alone seemed to carry authority. The hobbit lowered his eyebrows in annoyance. He didn't like authority. Authority meant rules, or laws, and everyone knows laws were made to break.
It wouldn't be half bad if Pippin would keep his wits about him. His cousin seemed to have been born with an inane sense of getting in trouble. No, it couldn't be that bad if he could keep the other hobbit under control.
Strider had told him that Rohan was a wondrous place, but how could that be? Could it be a quarter as amazing as Fangorn, Or the ents? Merry doubted it.
"There off yonder!" Strider leaned over and voiced in Merry's ear, "Can you see it?"
Merry looked up, Rohan, he caught his breath in awe.