Author's Chapter Notes:
Drabble and a half.........
One does not simply go off and wed a Fairy. Who ever heard of such a thing?
Standing before the burrow with him in the afternoon, she appeared not as an elemental creature, but merely a lovely little woman, dressed as a Hobbitess, her hair trimmed to hip-length and braided. Its colors were synthesized into a beautiful auburn, and she had been practicing keeping her eyes green, supposing he would like green best, being so fond of leaves. In one hand she held a bunch of flowers.
What will I tell my friends? Why must you make me look a fool?
“Hullo, Mother,” she said with a quaint curtsey, offering the bouquet.
What of your children? What will they be like? Will they have wings?
And his mother looked at her feet, clad in green slippers.
Why can't you be like your brother?
“Hullo, Daughter,” she said, resigned.