For Vistula the Dunadan for her birthday
Rosie Cotton searched her Sam’s eyes. “You’re foolin’ me!”
“No, Rosie, I’m not. And he means it--means every word of it. He wants for us to come live with him, there in Bag End.”
“As his servants?”
“No--as his brother and his brother’s wife--that’s what he told me. And I’ll tell you this, my Mr. Frodo--he don’t say things like that lightly.”
On their wedding day she saw the room prepared for them--not a smaller room at the far end of the hall, but the master bedroom itself.
So much does he think of my Sam! she thought with wonder.