It was a lovely midsummer evening in Rivendell. You had recently arrived with your companions to the elven kingdom, a short while after Frodo was sent ahead. He was badly injured, but luckily, the elves had healed him right up. The night, as it was said, was a lovely one, and an elegant outdoor dance was planned for later. You needed to borrow a gown, though being a hobbitess, you had to wear heels and have the bottom hemmed twice. You had fancied Meriadoc Brandybuck for a while now, and you were hoping he'd be impressed by your appearance tonight. To your dismay, when you went out to see the others, acting casual despite your glamour, Merry looked you up and down and remarked simply, eyebrows raised;

"You're taller."

"That's... that's all you've got to say?"

"Of course not. You look real nice tonight, Y/N."

"O-oh, thank you, Merry."