Pippin stretched out on the blanket Merry had just laid out. Pippin raised his hands up, and placed them behind his head. He starred of into the clear blue afternoon sky as Merry continued to set out the food.
"Merry, why can't hobbits fly like birds do?"
It was such a simple question, but it sunk deep into Merry's heart. A sudden wave of passion hit him with such force, he felt out of breath, and couldn't answer the question right away. He's just so simple, Merry thought, so simple and wonderful. Why can't more hobbits be like him?
Pippin rolled over on his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows. A smile was plastered to his face, awaiting his cousin's answer as he plucked strands of grass from the ground. Looking up into Merry's eyes, Pippin saw a love peering back at him from deep within his soul.
"Cause Hobbits eat too much, you silly Took!" Merry said snapping out of his daydream for the third time that day. "Now, lets do likewise, I'm starving."
Plopping down next to Pippin, Merry removed a large chunk of bread and cheese from the basket next to him. They ate in silence for while, listening to the birds singing in the sky, and watching the small creatures of the meadow as they relaxed in the warm Shire sun.
Breaking the silence, Pippin asked, "Hey Merry, what is it that you keep thinking about?"
Merry's heart sunk. So he has noticed. Forcing himself to look happy, Merry replied "I'll tell you when your older Pip." Pippin simply bit into an apple with a smile.