Usually, if I noticed two stories contradict each other, I would fix the newer one, but in this case I love Niphredil Baggins enough to let her and her story be as it is. Who? Please, please read it!
Letters from Bree
A sequel to 'Red Lily'
By Arwen Imladviel
One: Tangles
Estella Brandybuck was brushing her daughter Eowyn's hair.
'Honestly, dear, it seems to me you have more tangles than you have hair, if that is possible.'
'I know. My hair looks like a bush of brambles.'
'Maybe, but it is a very beautiful golden bush.'
Eowyn was not convinced. She had looked in a mirror often enough to know no other maiden had hair like hers. Heir hair was long, but very curly, so that it looked short. She had tried braiding it, but the braids made terrible painful tangles and looked messy. Of course there were worse things in the world than bad hair. One of them was being almost as tall as one's father. And some things so terrible they could not really be mentioned even in thoughts.
Eowyn's distant cousin, Kitty, bustled into the room.
'My uncle brought the letters. There's one for you, Eowyn.'
Estella peered over her daughter's shoulder and saw the address.
"Eowyn of Brandy Hall,
Bucklebury,
Buckland"
She sighed. Eowyn hated it when people called her by any other name than Brandybuck. True, she was adopted, but the adoption was official and final. She had been born the bastard child of Lily Maggot, true, but now she was the daughter of Meriadoc and Estella Brandybuck.
Eowyn did not seem offended. Nor did she open the letter. It disappeared into the pocket of her apron. She picked the hairbrush and rushed into her room.
Kitty and Estella stared at each other. They did not need to say the name on their mind.
Marron Brandybuck.