XV. Lo, how a Rose

How did that get here? Mrs. Brandybuck asked. That yellow rosebush. Our gardener didn't plant it.

SHE planted it, Daffodil said. Didn't she, Mister Frodo?

She who?

The Fairy lady. His great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmum....

Stop talking nonsense, Daff, said Mrs. Brandybuck. That's all a lot of tall tales. Sheer moonshine.

The others continued to prattle about the Fairy lady. Frodo just stooped beside the small rosebush and touched the yellow petals of the one flower on it.

Bilbo smiled sadly to himself.

Let 'em think it was she, he thought, digging at a bit of dirt under his thumbnail. Why not?