A/N: I had my siblings pick out ten random words from the dictionary and write them down for me. I decided to try and accomplish something I'd never tried before. I would use each word as a prompt, and see what came of it. These ten are about Merry and Estella. I plan on writing some for Pippin and Diamond as well, but I might want to start my story on them first so I can get an idea of what I want their relationship to be like first. Anyways, enough of my chatter. Here ya go. Oh, by the way, I own nothing. I just enjoy rubbing my filthy little hands in Tolkien's work. :)

Merry & Estella

Studiously- He would look until it was forever burned into his memory, forever etched into his mind. He would always remember the way her face looked just after he kissed her.

Nephew- Merry gently touched baby Faramir's cheek. His nephew was beautiful. Merry hoped to be able to show Pippin a niece someday; a niece that looked just like Estella.

Force- It was going to happen. It would. He would fall in love with her. She would make him if need be, but he would fall in love with her, marry her, and give her a ridiculous amount of children. She had loved him far too long for him to be anyone else's.

Leanness- She had always been very thin. She used the word "skinny," but he didn't like that. Now, she was gaining weight. The baby inside her was growing more each day, and looking at them (for he always included the baby) made Merry smile.

Configuration- It was taking time. They had to get used to each other's little quirks and habits, but they were making the pieces of their once separate lives fit together nicely as husband and wife.

Exhaustion - He was tired of being strong for his mother. He was tired of pretending it didn't hurt. But she was there with him at his father's grave, and as he cried, she held his tired form, and told him it was all going to be alright.

Move- She was stubborn. When her mind was made up, there was no changing it. She was as steadfast as a mountain; unmovable. Until he kissed her.

Stereotypical- She didn't want to fit in. She liked to be different, and he liked her that way.

Delicious- She never let him lick the spoon, or stick his finger into the bowl of icing. She left that to their children. Besides, he always told her that she tasted better than any cake, chocolate or not.

Ecstasy - When he asked her, there was a moment of silence. Then, she said, "Yes, I'll be your wife." This was bliss.

A/N: Alright, so this is my first try at something like this, and while I am not sure what I think about the outcome, writing them was a blast. Review, please!