Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
I asked her father for her as my queen. But, unbeknownst to him, I had treated her, first, as any other young woman and asked if she would wish to be my wife.
Had she said ‘No,’ I would have ignored the diplomatic advantage and her father’s hints.
That had been on an improbable lawn within the war-torn city.
Over winter I began to fear that she would see our wild, uncultured, grasses and regret her choice. But now she smiles, her face lights up, and I know I will have a willing wife as well as a suitable queen.