You both sat upon a large root of a tree, passing a bowl between yourselves and drinking. The water from the springs of Fangorn was refreshing- and you had been forbidden to drink it by treebeard.Merry had no clue as he slept beneath a nearby tree, still tired after the encounter with the orcs. Pippin passed you the bowl.

“Do y’ miss it?”

he wiped his mouth.

“The shire, the green dragon, all of it. Well, Aye, I do. This wasn’t the adventure I expected. But what about you, do you miss it?”