Melva Overhill was just carrying the wash outside to hang on the line to dry when she saw Podo walking by.  Eyes going wide, she dropped the basket and turned, her auburn hair flying behind her as she ran back to hide inside the entrance.<br/><br/>Her eyes traveled over the young hobbit as he walked, seeming to have a small swagger in his step.  She had secretly admired him for a while now, but she wouldn't dare tell anyone.  She was too soft spoken to say more than a word or two to any of the passersby that walked along the path pass their house.  Which gave her the reputation of being uppity, even though she wasn't.<br/><br/>Word constantly went round that that was why her family couldn't seem to find her a suitable match.  Because she was too picky and thought herself better than the rest.  The truth was, she would rather face down any of the terrible monsters that Gandalf spoke of rather than have to have an actual conversation with someone.<br/><br/>