Pippin's eyes seemed ready to pop out of his head, he stared so wildly around them at the marching, singing, thrumming Ents. "Merry! Can you believe it! No one at home will ever take this story seriously."
Merry had to admit that despite his sorrow he was amazed, and the song of the Ents, the drumming and harrumphing, was boiling inside of his chest, making him more alive and alert than he'd been in long days. "Do you think they mean to carry us, to let us watch like birds perched in their branches?"
"Oh, more than that, Master Merry," came the low rumble of Treebeard's voice beneath them. "There will be orc and stone and metal to chew, more than enough for hobbits should they want to fight."
Merry looked out at the trees past them, and his expression went hard. "Good."