Boromir: *lying awake one night* Hey Merry. you awake.
Merry: ?I am now
Boromir: what are baby hobbits called
Merry: …hobbit… babies?
Boromir: yes those, what do you call them?
Merry: hobbit babies.
Boromir: yes but what are they CALLED.
Merry: hobbit. babies.
Boromir: but what are they called?
Merry: I give up *goes back to sleep*
Boromir: *staring up at the sky* I still don’t know what they’re called
~next morning~
Merry: hey Boromir
Boromir: hm?
Merry: last night. did you wake me up. to ask me what hobbit babies are called.
Merry: or did I dream that
Boromir: ………………….you never answered the question
Merry: yes I did
Boromir: no you didn’t
Merry: Frodo. Sam. Anyone. please help.
Sam: Mr Merry what the fresh hell are you talking about
Merry: Sam tell Boromir what we call baby hobbits
Sam: ……you mean… babies?
Merry: exactly
Boromir: ………….OH
Boromir: I thought. there might be a special word.
Sam: no we just call them babies why would there be a special word
Merry: what would it even… be
Boromir: I don’t know that’s why I was ASKING
Legolas, from the other side of the hill: BOBBITS
Pippin: BOBBITS
Merry: no
Pippin: I’m making it happen
Merry: nO
Pippin: bobbits. little bobbits. back when i was a bobbit. I love it.
Sam: *not looking up from what he’s doing* Mr Pippin if you ever say that word around me again I am going to rip your guts out through your nose
Pippin: ……………wow.
*Merry losing his shit in the foreground*
*Aragorn losing his fucking mind in the background*