well here you go (couldn't wait for a response sorry... heehee)
“So what do you think my dear? Any good?” asked Bilbo.
“Of course it is! It’s the best story ever!” said Emlyn.
“Oh but its not just a story, it’s a ‘true story’ you know,” said Bilbo.
“Yes I know, and I’m very proud of you,” said Emlyn.
She was very fond of old Bilbo; of course he was a very likable character. It was because of Bilbo she met Frodo,

who she became very good friends with, but some of the hobbits suspected them to be more than just friends…although everyone thought they were an odd couple as Emlyn was two foot taller than Frodo.
Sometimes Emlyn would hang out with his friends Samwise Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck and Pippin Took, who Emlyn thought were lots of fun to be with, even when she was down they always cheered her up. But Emlyn hadn’t seen much of Sam in recent days as he was with Sophria who had been very sick. The hobbits thought she might have been bitten by something, but Pippin insisted she had a bad case of the flu, so the hobbits rested at her being bitten, because they never believed a word Pippin said.
Samwise Gamgee was very fond of ‘Miss Sophria’ as he called her and was always there for her, especially this time when she was sick. He would bring her breakfast in the morning and second breakfast, oh and not forgetting elevenses. Emlyn hoped she would get better before Bilbo’s birthday party, which everyone was very excited about because Bilbo was going to be 111 years old, which is a very respectable age for a hobbit, and there was going to be a huge festivity; not just for Bilbo but for Frodo as well because their birthdays were on the same day.
Emlyn had offered to assist making the preparations for Bilbo’s party such as baking cakes and making decorations, that sort of thing. But it was not going to be decorations or cakes that would make the party special. Gandalf the Grey would be coming with his bright big fireworks. Emyln had always wanted to meet this Gandalf ever since her grandfather Beorn told her all about him when she was just 6 years old. He told her how Gandalf came to visit him with Bilbo and some dwarfs. But Beorn died when Emlyn was 7 and she never got to ask anymore questions about Gandalf.
It was soon the 22nd of September the day of the celebration. Everybody was running around making the last preparations for Bilbo’s big party.
Everyone except Emlyn and Frodo who were sitting together in the woods talking.
“Do you think people will ever accept us?” asked Frodo with a sigh.
Emlyn looked at him and started to stroke his curly brown locks, “Frodo, I don’t care if they accept us or not, we’re going to be married and that’s that!”
Frodo looked up at her, even though they were sitting down, Frodo’s head only came up to Emlyn’s shoulder which he rested himself upon, “My dear Emlyn, you are right, but when are we do be married? And where?”
“Let us journey to the Rivendell and let Elrond marry us,” said Emlyn.

“Emlyn, get real,” said Frodo as he raised his head from her shoulder and looked at her, one eyebrow higher than the other, “We cannot elope, even though I would love to live with elves… I love the Shire too much. Also I’d miss Merry and Pippin, and most of all Sam,”
“Yes Frodo, you right,” said Emlyn, “I couldn’t leave Sophria, and I also love the Shire, and it is my duty to look after and protect it,”
Frodo then look at her confused, “What do you mean?” he asked.
But before Emlyn could answer there came a sound of a horse drawn cart coming up the road nearby, and with it someone merrily humming a tune.
Frodo’s face changed radically! His eyes lit up and his mouth widened as he smiled… “It’s him!” he cried as he got up and grabbed Emlyn’s arm, “Come on! This is someone you’ve always wanted to meet,”.........