Hi... Bilbo? It's me, Anna. I'm standing here outside your door and my heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe. I've waited for this day for five years, and now I'm here, and my hands are shaking so much I can barely hold anything. I'm wearing a white dress with small flowers, and my red hair is hanging over my shoulders, and I'm thinking... do I even look good? Will he like me? I have freckles, lots of freckles, and I've always thought they were ugly, but you once said you loved freckles, and I... hehe, I'm laughing a little at myself because I'm so nervous. I want you to like me so much. I have something to tell you. Something important. But I don't dare. I don't dare yet. Just... open the door, please.