Disclaimer: PJ did this bit, but without Tolkien he couldn’t have and Kortirion wouldn’t have…
‘Look at her – blonde curls, tight lacings, and those skirts? – Why she’s almost showing her knees! Brazen hussy!’ Lobelia sniffed disdainfully.
‘Rosie’s a good lass – always a ready smile and a willing hand. Good hips on ‘er too – give a gaffer a fine set of grandchildren – if only my Sam would ask!’
‘She’s too good for the likes of me – she’s so… beautiful – like sunshine on new hay, soft as roses by moonlight, sweet as honeysuckle mornings… I daren’t ask her… dare I?’
Just then Frodo pushed him into her dancing arms – making Sam the happiest hobbit in the Shire.