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And that was how much of her day went on.

She'd go around with her measuring rope until she encountered one of her dwarves. Even if they weren't going to the Shire with her and Thorin, she did want to see them in hobbit clothes. Just once, for fun.

They had seen her outfitted as a dwarf, and she was going to see them outfitted as hobbits.

It was only fair.

Dori and Ori were both rather easy to track down, Dori in his restaurant, Ori in the library.

Dori tried to kick up a fuss, he really did. But no, there was little that could be done in public with the sense of propriety that Dori had. After all, she was the King's betrothed, it's not like he could refuse her. Were she a vicious dwarrowdam, such an act could be counted as treason. But she was not, and so she managed to measure Dori listening to him whine about what an odd sight they must make.

It was just as she was marking down the numbers that he told her he, along with his brothers, would be joining her. Ignoring his protests, she gathered him in a tight hug and refused to let go for a long while. He may not look it, but Dori was a magnificent hugger.

Ori had stood up when he saw her, a very shy look on his face, even more so than usual. And a blush, which might help explain Gíldri's cocky grin when they had passed in the hall. She had tried to strike up a chat, but he had been in a hurry.

When Ori moved to sit back down, Billa grabbed his arms to prevent him from doing so. She grinned at the perplexed look she received, and continued to measure his arms. He kept blabbering as he figured out what she was doing, and tried to pry what it was that she was measuring him for, out of her. He failed, and shut up as his face went red when she took his inseam.

When she was done, she braced her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him back into his original seat.

"So, Ori, I was informed by your brother that you would be accompanying me to the Shire."

"Ah, yes, Ms. Billa, if you don't mind."

"Oh, no, Ori! This makes me so happy! Thank you!"

He gave her a shy smile, and hers widened in encouragement.

"Ori, traditionally, in hobbit weddings, both the bride and groom have family and friends to stand by their sides. Would you honor me by standing by my side on my wedding day?"

His eyes widened in shock, and soon his blush had returned in full force.

"But, Ms. Billa, I couldn't."

"Ori, yes you could. I am asking you, please, will you stand by my side?"

He stared at his hands for a second or two before squaring his shoulders, and when he was looking at her again, he was smiling.

"If that is what you wish, ."

She couldn't stop herself from squealing and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Thank you so much, dear Ori. As much as I would love to stay and chat, I have a brother of yours to hunt down."

"I wish you luck, Ms. Billa."

She really did try to get him to refer to her as Billa, she really did.

But at least it was better than Mistress Baggins.

She left the library with the intention of finding Nori.

But unfortunately she had no idea where to start, usually, when she needed him, he just kind of...appeared.

She wish she knew more of his network, if only so that she'd be able to flag one of them down and try to figure out where he was.

Maybe he was a mythical creature of sorts, and if she just thought about him really hard, he'd appear.

It didn't work.

Even though she knew it wasn't actually possible, or rather extremely unlikely, she couldn't help but be disappointed.

And so she made her way to her chambers, rather slowly she might add, in hopes that she'd somehow bump into her spymaster.

She didn't.

Instead, she stood in front of the table, with the list of measurements in front of her. In her hands was one of the few books she had brought with her from the Shire, one that focused on sewing and embroidery. She had grabbed it on a whim, and was now rather happy that she had done so.

She was conflicted though, colors and crests meant something to dwarves, just as they meant something to hobbits. It's just that they meant different things. She couldn't really combine the two, for the meanings would get skewered, and someone would possibly get offended.

But that's something she could worry about later, for now she had fabric to find.

And wasn't that going to be difficult.

Dwarves wear heavier clothes, velvet and wool and the like. Hobbits favored cotton and linen.

Both of which were very difficult to find under a mountain.