Growth
Merry was disturbed – in fact, he was worried. Like it was known that he was a little older than Pippin, it was also known that he was a little taller. Or I had been, he thought to himself, his brow creasing as he considered his red-haired relative standing a short distance away. Yes, he decided. What he had always feared was coming true: Pippin was growing, and it was all the fault of the Ents.
A/N: Number forty! Sixty more to go! XD