"It's quite a windfall that we don't have to book a location," Bilbo said.
He was sitting on the couch in the lobby with Thorin next to him, surrounded by papers full of ideas for their upcoming wedding. A week or two ago, Thorin had proposed and since then, Bilbo could think about nothing else. He was utterly happy that Thorin, finally, after months of holding back, had put all of his doubts and insecurities aside and made it clear in such a way how much he cared about him.
Thorin, too, was happier than he had ever been: Bilbo had given him the rest he'd never had in his life, and that was something nobody, not even his sister Dis, had ever managed.
"The hotel is a perfect location," Thorin agreed. His right arm lay loosely around Bilbo's shoulders, who carefully wrote everything down.
"My best man will be Bofur, we knew that already," Bilbo mumbled. "But you still haven't chosen between Balin and Dwalin." He looked up at his fiancé with a questioning look.
"Dwalin," Thorin said decidedly. "He's my best friend, since our first year of university. Balin is more like an uncle to me. We'll think of another important task for him. But please, forbid him to give a speech."
"Okay, Dwalin it is," Bilbo mumbled distractedly while he scribbled something down. "And Bombur and Nori will take care of the catering, of course. My nephew Frodo can be the ring-bearer, I believe we agreed to that already... we have as good as finished the list of invitees, haven't we?" He shuffled through the mountain of papers absent-mindedly, and when he found what he was looking for, he shortly nodded to himself. "Yes, we have that one, yes. Oh no, why did I put Lobelia Sackville-Baggins on it? I hate her! Do you think that I could get away with it if I don't invite her?"
Thorin pulled Bilbo closer to him. "Don't be so stressed out, we have plenty of time to arrange everything," he said, caring.
"Yes, yes I know," Bilbo said, annoyed. "But everything has to be perfect and I have the feeling that I'm overlooking something very important."
"Then we still have about five months to arrange it anyway," Thorin said in a dry tone. "Oh, before I forget something: I've got an idea for our honeymoon."
Curious, Bilbo looked up at him. "Go on?"
"You wanted to go to New-Zealand sometime, didn't you?"
Bilbo's mouth fell open. "No, you're not serious? That's impossible! It's much too far away, too expensive, and I'm afraid of flying, and I can't leave the hotel for a long time..."
Thorin smiled. Those moments were still rare, but it made them extra sincere when it happened. "Don't worry about that," he told Bilbo. "You deserve a long holiday, the hotel can be closed for a few weeks, it will be fine. And you just said it's a windfall that we don't have to pay for our wedding location. New-Zealand is absolutely stunning, I promise."
