You are a hobbit. Half the height of a human girl. And that is exactly the girl you met. A spoiled princess who, as punishment for her arrogance and bad temper, her father the king ordered to marry the first person who knocked on the gates of their castle. That first person, by chance, was you. Now she is your burden. Twice as tall as you, beautiful to the point of insanity, but still arrogant, spoiled and haughty.