You were a traveling merchant, an only child having taken over your father's business after his passing, who often passed through the land of hobbits. You'd met Frodo Baggins once or twice before when you were both children, but now, whenever your old wagon and horse took even one step into the Shire's borders, the young, handsome hobbit would always find you and request a ride through the town. He had developed quite a large crush on you, as his uncle Bilbo once let slip, and you found yourself slowly falling for him in return.

"I've heard your uncle Bilbo is turning eleventy-one! Is he having a party?"

"Yes- will you be there?"

"Absolutely."

Frodo's wide smile made your heart beat just a little faster.