Part Two:

The next day found Sopha and Rosie in the fields, looking for only the prettiest flowers, for doing whatever hobbit girls do with flowers anyways. The day was beautiful, and warm, like a usual September day. The leaves on the trees were just beginning to turn, but the flowers were doing alright, in fact, they seemed determined to cover the fields until the first frost swept over the plains.
"Elf-ear Lilies, Purple Dragontails, Daisies..." Rosie looked at the bouquet she was gathering, but Sopha's eyes were scouring the countryside. She thought she heard voices.
"Yie, let us sit down, should we have our lunch yet? It seems like a whole hour ago that we last ate..." Rosie asked, beginning to clear a space for a picnic in the flowers.
"My goodness, it does seem like a long time. What'd you pack us?" Sopha sat down in the flowers and spread a towel down to be their table.
"Last night's leftover beef soup, wheat crackers and salmon spread, half a loaf of Sally Halberton's famous banana bread, and Gooseberry tea..."
"Sounds wonderful. Let's eat." They unpacked their lunch, and as soon as they started eating it, out from the bushes popped three figures- Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, and Merry Brandybuck.
"I told ya's I smelled some food around here!" Said Pippin, looking at the picnic. Turning to the ladies, he asked, "May we join you? It looks like you have enough..."
It was all Sopha could do to stop from groaning, but Rosie didn't look like she was about to turn Sam away, even if it meant having Merry and Pippin around for lunch. Pippin and Cousin Merry weren't all that bad, after all... if only they didn't eat so much.
"Well, anyways, I was with Frodo Baggins the other afternoon, and he was telling me how angry his uncle was that they hiked up the price of mushrooms- just in time for his birthday- and-"
Sam was blabbering on and on, at least in the moments when his mouth wasn't full of food- and Rosie seemed to be absorbing every word of his mindless chatter. Rosie was much taller and thinner than she, and was sometimes a little clumsy, but she had the best manners when eating (in the company of those who weren't close friends) and Sopha was beginning to get very bored, very fast. She decided to excuse herself.
"I think I'll go for a walk," She declared, at the first moment when Sam stopped to chew some crackers.
"I'll go with you!" Said Pippin, before she could tell him no, and the next thing she knew they were walking down the hillside together. Merry looked at Sam, who was looking at Rosie.
"Aww, what a cute couple they'd make, don'cha think? I do hope they marry someday, so jolly ol' Pip could be family! Imagine that!" He said, cutting Sam off in the middle of another sentence about mushrooms. Rosie and Sam didn't quite hear him. If Sopha had heard him at that moment, he'd be slapped all the way to Mordor, but she couldn't hear him.
By now they were halfway down the road, and they just kept walking, and talking, just like anyone would with their cousin's best friend.
Sopha hoped that nobody would see her walking with Pippin... she could just imagine the rumors flying... it would be even worse than the time someone caught Martina Whiskbury and Elias Grubb eloping... she could just imagine it... She really hoped nobody would see them.
"Ah, Frodo! Hey, there, Good old Frodo!" Pippin started yelling when he saw Frodo chopping wood outside Bag End. Things could not get worse. Sopha swerved to the other side of the road, but Frodo was already looking at them. He ran out of the gate to greet them.
"Sopha, and Pippin! What a pair, and what a day!" He pointed to the blue sky above.
"Not a pair, no, just friends," Pippin said, much to Sopha's relief. She looked at Frodo with a "Get-me-out-of-this-situation-pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease" type of look. He understood, and invited them in for lunch. They didn't dare say that they'd eaten already.
"Funny, Pippin, you couldn't get any girl in the Shire, if you tried. Especially not one like Sopha," Frodo was talking to him in the kitchen. Sopha was sitting at the table. Although it didn't look that way, Frodo liked Sopha better than Pippin did. Neither of them expected to end up married to her- her superior cooking skills were famous throughout the shire, and she was expected to age well- Brandybucks had a thing for being well preserved (Without the help of magic rings).
The doorbell rang- it was Merry. "Rosie and Sam left me," He said.
"Did you expect anything different?" Asked Frodo, laughing. "What is this, the asylum for people that have left Rosie and Sam to themselves? I see your little 'quest' wasn't entirely fruitless!" He winked at Merry and Pippin. Sopha didn't get it.