Who is this tiny man? The Queen had been sitting on her                                  
                       throne, just to wait for a tiny man. Allowing the male to speak.
                        He seems nervous, does he think I am intimidating?

                                          Waiting for the man to spit out what 
                                          he wanted to say, until the word love came 
                                          from no where.

                                           My daughter, in love?
                                                    My daughter….?
                                           M y d a u g h t e r.           
             That was an impossible thought, Elinor had never thought         
              the girl would find love. I mean she did take a lot from her mother.
              Stubbornness, that Elinor would never admit she has       
              & a lot more other traits.        

              Elinor stood up & walked towards the four foot something                  
              man. The height difference was quite amusing.                 
                     ”Fili of Erebor, correct?   Yoo hae come tae me,
                                        tae ask fur mah daughter’s hand? ”               
                He had already owned her respect, by coming to her    
                instead of the king. Although, Fergus might not be too   
                happy about that.                             
                                         "If it’s fur loove, ye hae mah blessin’.”