Nephew, sister, Mayor.
The King's rebuilt Annuminas, a mouthful of a name, and come there to bide, and I've formed a mind to see those white towers flutter their flags by a shining sheet of water. Mam cries out against my going, calls it wildness and foolish fancy, but turning to my uncle she's found herself checked, for he's Mayor Sam, who was a Traveller before. Though he says I mustn't go till I'm of age, he also says there's worse sights for a hobbit's eyes than the King's new city on the lake. Mam’s right displeased with that answer, she is!