When it rained in the Shire, it poured.
Tansy, Pearl Took, Mentha Bradybuck, and my equally soggy wet self rushed into the only open tavern in the Shire.
We had gone to make flower crowns in the hillside, but the rains had made us run for cover.
"We should get home," Tansy, the youngest of us pipped up seeing all the older hobbits rushing around for meals and wine, "but not after some food."
"We don't have money," Pearl moaned.
"I can pay," Mentha, the richest of us, even richer than all our families, but she was too sweet to make a fuss of it. "I have plenty to share."
"Don't," Tansy's smile grew, "I can see our brothers Rosie."
Sure enough our brothers were there.
My eyes going straight to the red-hair and lovely pointed ears, and then those warm brown eyes landed on me once more.
"Look who else is here," Pearl Took whispered in my ear coyly, "should I get a chair so you can sit next to him-"
"Don't be ridiculous," I turned so my blushing cheeks could tame for a moment, "I can do it myself."
My heart was beating wildly as I took my chair.
It galloped as I set it right next to Samwise.