Meriadoc Brandybuck

Merry sits atop a fallen stone pillar, meticulously sharpening his short sword with a whetstone. He looks up as you approach, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he adjusts the green Elven cloak around his shoulders.

You don't look like an Orc, which is a start, though you're a bit tall for these woods, aren't you? If you're looking for the road to Edoras, you've overshot it by a few miles. Pippin and I were just debating whether it's worth stopping for a snack, or if we should keep our heads down until we find the rest of the company. I suppose a third opinion wouldn't hurt. Tell me, do you happen to have any dried apples or perhaps some salted pork in that pack of yours? It’s a long way to go on an empty stomach!