Merry could only stare in wonder at the baby in his arms. He'd known her for less than a minute, but his daughter already enthralled him. She wrinkled her tiny nose and her eyes cracked open a moment, giving a glimpse of blue. Then she screwed her face up and yawned.
He touched her cheek, soft as a rose petal, and traced up to the tip of her pointed ear. He swept his fingers over her light blonde curls, the same color as her mother's hair. He hoped she'd look like her mother.
"Oh, she's beautiful, Merry!" Pippin said softly.