I spent the next few days in quiet bliss, going about my daily chores singing happily. When Mungo came to visit my parents were quite pleased with the kind-hearted respectable gentlehobbit. Lily on the other hand, wanted Mungo for herself. When she heard that someone had come to call on me, the ugly, dull older sister, she was furious. She entered the parlour dressed in her best, her blonde locks bedecked in ribbons.
"Oh hello!" she said to Mungo. "You must be the Mungo Lia has talked so much about! We are just ever so glad to have you with us!" she said as she squeezed herself down onto the chesterfield with an over-exuberant smile. Mungo returned the smile kindly, as was his nature. The afternoon continued on, and much to my pleasant surprise, Mungo seemed immune to Lily's charm. He answered her questions tersely, and made it quite obvious that he was not interested in her.
The months went by, Mungo and I began a steady courtship, and I spent my days in contained rapture. Wandering a wooded path one evening, Mungo stopped suddenly. "Lia?" he asked.
"Yes love?"
"Will you marry me?"
A thousand and one thoughts went through my mind. Lily's face, Father's pride, Mother making my dress, walking down the aisle, our first child, growing old together. "Yes love, I'll marry you."