Disclaimer: Tolkien made Hobbits.
Author's Note: For the 'sweet' challenge.
The Hobbit stood before her, grinning like a loon, expectantly awaiting her answer.
Dumbstruck, Rosie Cotton could do little more than keep her mouth from falling open at this most unexpected question.
His bright, hopeful expression began to drop a little. Perhaps she hadn't heard, or hadn't understood.
"Well, Rosie, what do you say? I know I'm not much to look at and you're the prettiest girl in all the Shire, but I could make you happy. At least... I think I could."
"You're very sweet." A tender smile. "But I'm very sorry, Fredegar - I'm already promised to Samwise."