Lexi: thank you for reviewing, I'm glad you liked last chapter. I think when we see Bilbo in Lord of the Rings, that's when the ring was really first starting to effect him; so I think he was fine up until then. Which Primrose will live to the normal lifespan of a hobbit so she will have died before then. So she won't actually see what the ring does to him.
Though spring was still many months away there was much to be done in preparation for their wedding. Primrose spent many hours standing still as her mother measured her, or fitted her in the part of her dress she was making. Though much of the time Primrose was bored, or trying her best not to move when her mother pricked her, she spent much of it lost in her thoughts; of the wedding, of the many things she still had left to do, of being Bilbo's wife - all of which made her smile softly in nothing but pure joy.
Bilbo himself had things to prepare, such as his home for he had lived alone for many years. His parent's bed, which had been in the room Bilbo kept for visitors, he moved into his room for him and Primrose would be sleeping together. A thought that made him blush a brilliant red even when he was alone, though it also sent a thrill through him. And he also made room for her as well - he got his mother's old dresser, the one with the beautiful carvings in the wood. He didn't think Primrose had ever seen it before, and he knew she'd love it. There were little things he did, some she noticed and others she would notice later - he bought a new chair specifically for her, and many days she sat beside him in her chair and sewed or knit something, normally for him. She made him a new handkerchief, he had lost the first on the adventure, and he sat beside her and watched as she stitched the pattern of his name - kissing the tips of her fingers when she'd finished.
"Will you be wearing what your father did when he married your mother?" she asked one night, curled against him on the sofa, relaxed and warm in his arms.
Bilbo nodded tiredly, the warmth of her against him and from the fire, and his belly full from the delicious meal she'd made; his eyes were growing heavier and comfort settled around him like a blanket.
"Bilbo?" he heard her ask softly.
"Hmm," he hummed, his eyes falling closed for the night.
She looked at his handsome face, brushing the hair out of his eyes and seeing he did not stir. She smiled before kissing him lightly, unwinding his arms and fetching a blanket for him. She kissed his cheek and nearly laughed at his small moan before leaving, quietly closing the door behind her.
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"Good morning," Primrose said cheefully when Bilbo came to get her the next morning as he always did, where they would return to his hobbit-hole and he'd make them breakfast. "Did you sleep comfortably?" she asked teasing, seeing his bashful smile.
"Comfortably enough," he answered just as happily as he offered her his arm and walked with her to his home.
She busied herself with fetching the plates and cups and silverware, which Bilbo had had to buy an entirely new set, and set the table while Bilbo cooked. "So," Primrose began when they sat to eat, placing her napkin in her lap and looking at him, "you are wearing the clothes your father did on his wedding day."
"Yes," Bilbo answered, now remembering what they had been talking about when he'd fallen asleep. "Lobelia has offered to fit them to my size."
Her brows rose in surprise and she put her fork down. "Lobelia Sacksville-Baggins?" she asked, to which he nodded as he ate. "How ever did that happen?"
"Well," he said wiping his mouth with his napkin, "she stopped by a few days ago. Quite unexpectedly, actually."
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"Lobelia," Bilbo said startled when he opened the door to find it had been she who'd been knocking. "What a," he hesitated a moment, "pleasant surprise."
"MmHm," Lobelia hummed, disbelief on her face as she brushed past him and into his home.
Bilbo looked after her with wide eyes, having not planned to invite her into his home; and yet he was not the hobbit to ask her to leave. "Is there something you need?" he asked uncertainly, watching as her eyes heavily scrutinized every change that had been made.
"You are ready for her to live with you," she said nodding before she turned to him. "What do you plan to wear?" she asked simply, having no need to beat around any bush.
So taken by surprise was he that he stumbled over his words a few times before he finally said, "My father's clothes."
Lobelia nodded as she thought. "He was bigger than yourself, they will need to be fitted to you." She looked at him expectantly and he stared back not knowing what she wanted from him. She sighed grievously, rolling her eyes. "I suppose I could I do it," she said as though it were a hard task she was reluctantly being dragged into doing. "I will come by starting tomorrow and begin to fit them to you, Primrose should not be here. She should be surprise by how handsome you will look," she said, walking past Bilbo who was still standing by the door with his mouth open and his eyes wide. "Oh grief Bilbo Baggins, close your mouth or you'll catch a fly," she said as she walked down his steps and out his gate.
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"She just came into your home and said she would alter your father's clothes to fit you?"Primrose said almost laughing as she and Bilbo washed the dishes - both having finished breakfast as he told his story.
"Yes," Bilbo answered shaking his head amusedly, "just like that."
Primrose smiled as she washed the plate before handing it to Bilbo to dry, thinking perhaps Lobelia had offered as a means to right her wrong. "We should personally invite her and her husband to the wedding," she said after they'd finished.
"What?" Bilbo asked not seeing why they should, for Lobelia had been the one to tell Prim he was dead.
She smiled as she stepped closer, her arms winding around his waist. "She is helping you, we should return the kindness," she said looking up at him, the corners of her mouth curled as leaned forward to kiss him.
He melted into her embrace, willing to do anything so long as it was what she wanted. There was nothing he loved more than to kiss her, to feel her warm full lips pressed against his own; in more heated of moments to feel her tongue warring with his in the most wondrous of dances. But as always they pulled away, though neither of them truly wanted to, and they stood staring breathlessly at each other.
"You should ask her when she visits next," Primrose said as she smoothed out the wrinkles she'd put in his shirt, Bilbo's heart skipping a beat at the feel of her hands flat against his chest.
"She is coming before lunch," he said knowing that meant Prim would be leaving him earlier on this day, regretfully having to part from her.
She smiled before taking his hand. "Will you walk me home?" she asked sweetly; though in all honesty Bilbo could refuse her nothing. "Do not forget to ask her," she said when they stopped at her gate. "And make sure she feels as though we really want her to come,' she told him wondering if she should be the one to ask her.
"Prim," he said silencing her fluttering, "Stop worrying." She gave a small gasp when he grabbed her and pulled her to him, sighing into his kiss. "Will you come by later?" he mumbled against her lips.
"My mother is putting the final touches on my dress," she said looking up at him. "Perhaps I could sneak away for supper."
Bilbo smiled as he opened the gate for her and closed it when she was on the other side. "Only a few months to go," he said watching a smile spread on her lovely mouth.
"It seems so far away," she said softly, her fingers fiddling with his.
He pressed a kiss against her cheek. "In a few months you will be my wife," he said moving to kiss her other cheek, feeling her smile. "You will be mine," he said kissing the tip of her nose.
"And you will be mine," she finished, raising her chin to meet his kiss. He had taken to doing this weeks ago, when their wedding was close enough to grasp. They pulled away smiling, both light hearted as only two people in love could be. And waiting impatiently for the day they would wed.
So next chapter will be their wedding, and the start of their new lives. I do not however, know what to do about more sexual things; to which I would need you guys' opinions. Would you like details, to which I would have to change the rating to M; should I make another story where all the "smut" would be; or should I just leave the details to the minimum and keep going how I have been? It is entirely up to majority, and I welcome any decision. Thanks for reading, and I hope you are still enjoying.