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Lily looked up around the room and sighed. She was lonely and bored, for everyone around her was either deep in conversation or busy working on some task or another. She wanted something to do or someone to talk to, but nothing came to mind. She briefly considered going out to the stables to visit Clover, but a glance out the window showed that the people outside were just as busy as those inside; there were bound to be other people in the stable. Again the thought of home crossed her mind, and the idea that presented itself seemed so obvious she could not believe she had not thought of it before: she did not want to go home, but why not write a letter?
Her mind made up, she hurried upstairs to find some parchment and a pen. She found the items without any real difficulties and returned downstairs. She supposed it would be easier just to write it in her room but part of her still hoped that Posco might be coming back. A foolish hope, the sensible part of her mind said. He’s gone, and he won’t come back. Let him go. It didn’t feel any less painful though. Rather than dwell on it, she turned to the blank parchment staring up at her. She paused before starting, but once she began she wrote steadily until she neared the end. The parts about meeting Willow, Mira, and Daisy had been easy to write about, and she had written freely of meeting Bingo, Posco, Marcho, and Blanco. But how much to say about herself and Posco? After some careful thought, she continued:
I must tell you now about the relationship between Posco and myself. Though I have only met him recently, I know that I have fallen in love with him. We went on a splendid pony ride yesterday together, and I was given every indication that he shared my feelings. He is very shy, as I have mentioned, and since they were planning to leave for Buckland soon I knew I did not have much time with him. This is the part that puzzles me, for last night I told him I loved him, and he did not say much. I cannot tell if this is because he is shy, or because he does not actually love me. I do not know if they were returning to Buckland today or not; if they did and Posco does not come by the inn today, I will be leaving for home. I have entertained this thought a great deal already. If he does, however, return, I will likely be in the Shire for a few more weeks. You can take this as a sign for how things are going for me.
Your loving (confused) niece,
Lily
She folded the letter and placed it in her pocket; she would have to seal it later. She felt better after writing her thoughts down on paper. Now, she looked around for something to do or someone’s conversation to join. There would have to be something... if all else failed she would try outside.
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