Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Lord of the Rings belong to their respective creators, Joss Whedon and J.R.R. Tolkien.
Author's Warning: major AU. Absolutely non-canon.
They did have a party, after all, but only a small one. They invited all of Buckland, and some people from Hobbiton, like the Gamgees, but for the most part everyone there was a Brandybuck. At the big table, when all the food was brought out, Daddy stood up and raised his cup and said for everyone to hear that Buttercup was a Brandybuck and his own daughter, and then everyone clapped and hurrayed and she had to stand up and tell them thank you very much.
For the first time, she smiled for other people to see, and they cheered and shouted to Daddy that he had better walk softly and carry a big stick, because Buttercup was a pretty Buckland lass indeed.
That night, when Menegilda came to put her in bed and kiss her cheek, she looked up at her and said, “Good night, Mommy.”
And Mommy laughed, laughed like grown-ups sometimes did when what they really wanted to do was cry, and kissed her again before she blew out the candle and left. She stayed awake in the dark for a long time, and it seemed to her that something had faded, something maybe small and maybe old but still really important, and she tried to think of what it was, but all she could see in her mind was a hand that lay, cold and white, on the floor, in the grass, first a woman's, then a boy's.