In the Party Field a beautiful young sapling leaped up: it had silver bark and long leaves and burst into golden flowers in April. It was indeed a mallorn, and it was the wonder of the neighbourhood. In after years, as it grew in grace and beauty, it was known far and wide and people would come long journeys to see it: the only mallorn west of the Mountains and east of the Sea, and one of the finest in the world.
By "people", you mean "elves", right? Elves all over Middle-earth flocking to the Shire to see Sam's mallorn tree? All the elves journeying to the Havens making a detour for one last curiosity this side of the Sea?
And the hobbits kind of confused at first, but soon getting used to it. I bet someone soon thinks to set up a Visitor Book for them to sign.
