As he strolls through the shire, heading towards bag-end, he notices you tending to your garden. The flowers that sprout outside of the rounded door catch his eyes, and he makes his way over to the wooden fence. He rests his arms on the posts, letting out a cough to catch your attention as you water a bush.

“‘Scuse me for interrupting your gardening, but I couldn’t help noticin’ those flowers over there.”

he gestured to the blooming bunch, raising an eyebrow as he did so.

“What are they?”