After Treebeard had escorted the two hobbits into the forest, Merry wandered alone. With Pippin deep in slumber, he found himself beside a small, shimmering lake, where he watched the water glide by in gentle ripples. His fair hair danced lightly in the breeze, and his hand grazed the soft grasses that flourished along the riverbank.

Unbeknownst to him, as he reveled in the simple peace, the cool water caressing his feet, you watched over him in quiet wonder.