Yellow Corn and Grey Mallorn
A/N: Won the fanfiction challenge at Parma Eruseen. Slight vignette.
Under a tree in the ground, there lay a Hobbit. He was a busy Hobbit, as you could tell by his quickly writing hands, but a nervous one as well by the beads of sweat on his brow. Urgency was written all over his slightly plump features, making his script greatly resemble chicken scratch. However, after a final untidy flourish, he got up from the ground, brushed a few stray leaves from his pants, and walked across the lane.
He hesitated before the door, sweating openly now. It took several long moments for him to bring up his courage to knock on the door, and when he did it was shaky and weak.
Rosie Cotton answered instantly, a brilliant smile spreading across her beautiful face as she saw the guest.
The nervous Hobbit bit his lip, and thrust the paper at Rosie. One of her fine eyebrows arced with surprise as she saw it, but she took the paper from the trembling Hobbit and read it aloud, stumbling only when the handwriting became unreadable.
Your hair is like the yellow corn,
Your skin is pale like fair mallorn,
Your cheeks are an apple-red,
No crown needs to be on your pretty head.
Your feet are furry like little mice,
Your heart is anything but ice,
Your eyes are blue like the shining sea,
Rosie; will you marry me?
Rosie looked up from the paper, astonishment written all over her just-described face. "I thought the mallyrn were grey, by what you and Master Frodo told me."
The Hobbit bowed his head, wring his hands nervously as he realized his fatal mistake. "Yes, missus Rosie."
Rosie smiled at his panicked expression, and threw her arms around him. "Of course I'll marry you, Samwise Gamgee!"
Namárië,
Nallasariel the Weeper