"Hey Merry,"
Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took were wandering the old forest.
"Yeah Pip?"
"I was just thinking, this is a lot like Fangorn, don't you think?"
Merry whirled around to look at his friend,
"Well," he said, answering his friend's question with a skeptical air, "the trees aren't carrying us, there is more than lembas and Ent draught in my tummy, and my toes aren't overgrown with moss, but apart from that yeah, it's kind of like Fangorn."
Pippin shrugged and continued on.
They hadn't gone another ten paces when they heard a loud boom not too far away.
"What do you think that was Merry?"
"I'm not sure Pip, but I'll bet that has something to do with Sam's children."
At that Pippin promptly turned on his heel and starting walking in the opposite direction.
"Where're you going?" asked Merry
"If they know that we're here," breathed Pippin, "they're catch us, crush us into tiny bits, and blast us into oblivion!"
Merry laughed, "They're not that bad, come on, we owe it to Strider for saving our lives about a million times in the war."
Grudgingly, Pippin agreed and they walked in the direction of the boom, finding Merry Gamgee laughing maniacally while lighting up another firework.
Took and Brandybuck watched Aragorn see what was going on tackle the young Gamgee before the second firework could go off.
"On second though Pip." said Merry, "You're right, let's bolt."
"Run!"
The two hobbits didn't last long.
At Pippin's outcry all of the Gamgees present whirled around and charged at their favourite uncle, leaving a very satisfied Aragorn leaning against a tree stump.
