Sorrel- Affection
Jasmine- Sweet love
Hyacinth- Constancy of love, fertility
Blue Salvia- I think of you
Red Salvia- Forever mine
Yarrow-Everlasting love
Violets- Loyalty, devotion, friendliness. (though for the sake of this, we'll forego friendliness for the time being).


Primula placed her hands on Drogo's shoulders. She'd been looking for her fiance all day and now that she'd found him (trust a Baggins to hole up in a library when there was a castle to explore!) she had a question she wanted very much to ask him.

"Hello, my love." Drogo greeted, placing his hands on top of hers.

"I was thinking-"

Drogo groaned. "Every time you think, you get ideas and I'm always the one who gets it in the neck."

"Listen!" Primula said. "I was thinking, maybe we could get married here?"

"In Erebor?"

"Well, yes." Primula seated herself on the armrest of the chair Drogo was resting on. "Both our parents are dead and well... it'd be nice if Bilbo could see us getting married."

"It's a bit different. We'd not be getting married outside, would we?"

"I think Thorin would allow us to." A smile played at the she-Hobbit's lips. "Dwarfs can survive a few hours outside, you know."

"I know that." Drogo thought for a bit and then admitted, "it would be nice to get married in the beautiful mountainside, I suppose. With their blooms coming out, and-"

Primula interrupted him by giving a hearty kiss, which left the male Hobbit flushed. Dragging him up by the hand, she beamed at him. "Let's find our cousin!"


To say Bilbo was overjoyed at Primula and Drogo's wish would be an understatement. There was a lot of hugging and declarations of happiness which suddenly quelled before the conversation rather abruptly turned to flowers.

"Snowdrops are still out. It gets colder the higher you go up, you see."

"What others are there?" Primula asked.

"In the woods surrounding you can find hyacinth, jasmine, salvia, yarrow, violets and flowers like daisies and buttercups."

"What about sorrel?" Drogo asked.

"I haven't found sorrel. We'll look for sorrel." Bilbo replied. "What are you both wearing?"

"We left everything to do with our wedding behind." Drogo remembered, biting his lip.

"Don't worry. We'll get you sorted." Bilbo reassured them.

"Will I be walking down the path in furs and leathers?" Primula asked, eyeing Dwalin suspiciously.

"Of course not!" Bilbo told her. "We'll find wedding-y things.."

"Can I help?"

"I want to help too!"

"But I wanted to-"

"We'll all help." Thorin interrupted his kin's arguing, reisisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Now, the first night of summer is several months away."

"Summer is a good time to get married." Primula said.

"It is the best time to get married." Dwalin said, gazing over at Ori.

"We'll see it done." Thorin promised the couple. "We need to work on who's doing what. Dori and Gloin, you should teach them braiding, Dwalin and Bifur, show Drogo how to fight-"

Drogo and Primula exchanged bewildered glances.

"Ori, you know how to sew as does Bofur, so you help them create their wedding wear and Nori we haven't many materials, however the marketplace does, so-"

"You want me to pick up a few pieces?" Nori asked.

"Yes, but do so in a legal way if you could."

Nori shrugged. "That's doable, I suppose."

"Good, Balin you married Dis and Fiach, you remember the union ceremonies, yes?"

"Aye."

"Wait a moment!" Primula interrupted. "Braiding? Fighting?"

"You are getting married?" Balin asked.

"Well, yes, but we don't need braids or war tactics. It's just a wedding-"

"Just a wedding?!" Ori gasped. "No, it's the day you both become One together forever and ever and-"

"For what must be the thousandth time," Bilbo cut in, "Hobbits and Dwarves are very different."

"How so?" Bofur questioned.

"Our weddings consist of a union, that is true. But we don't braid each other's hair to mark each other as our own. We don't fight to prove ourselves as strong and brave."

"Then, what do you do?" Fili asked.

"We stand in front of family and we tell each other what we vow to do with and for each other. Then the heads of our clans voice their approval and that's it. Then a kiss is exchanged-"

"What about a wedding ring?"

"Of course we have wedding rings, Dori. They're made of gold-"

"Not of everbright?"

"No. Not of everbright." Bilbo said, feeling as though he had a headache coming on.

"What happens after the ceremony?" Someone else asked.

"We dance, feast, get drunk and tell stories."

"That sounds the best part of the ceremony." Oin declared.

"You," Gloin muttered, "have no sense of romance. A wedding's about two people, in love, joining to become a part of each other for life."

"Who'd have thought you'd be such a softie?" Nori teased, earning a light-hearted nudge from the red-headed warrior.

"So, no braiding? And no fighting?" Thorin asked of Bilbo.

"Yes. We're not a tough folk like you Dwarfs."

Thorin snorted. "I wouldn't call you soft, my love." Turning his attention back to Drogo and Primula, he offered a smile, though he felt slightly disappointed there didn't seem much to do for this wedding. "We will do what we can."

"Thank you. May I go with Master Nori to the markets?" Primula asked.

"Certainly. If I'm needed, I'll be in the Training Grounds." Thorin placed a hand on Bilbo's shoulder, mindful of his watching kin and turned to the doorway. "I will see you in a few hours."

"Few hours!" Dwalin scoffed. "He'll be there till sunset, probably..."

Bilbo squeezed through the chattering Dwarrows and looked around for one of the mining Dwarfs. Nope. Bifur and Gloin had inexplicably disappeared. Still, he could see Bofur who was standing, talking to Kili, an arm around Fili's shoulders, laughing every so often. Bofur was no stranger to mines, he knew.

"Bofur?"

Anyone who didn't know these three would assume they were lunatics, Bilbo decided as he was unceremoniously swarmed by all of them as though he was a cuddly toy instead of a Hobbit. Even by Dwarvish standards, they were absurdly affectionate.

Not that he was complaining.

"Can I help you?" Bofur asked, after he'd released Bilbo and once again had Fili secured in a strong arm.

"Are you going to the mines today?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. Going to get this pretty lad-"

Fili elbowed him. Bofur seemed to find it hilarious if his bright smile was anything to go by.

"- something sparkly from the mines. I know his favourite gem and hopefully I'll find one of them."

Bilbo longed to ask what Fili's favourite gem was, but he knew that sort of informaion was only for family or spouses to know. He would probably find out later, anyhow.

"Uncle still won't let you go to the mines alone?" Kili asked.

"Your uncle won't let me do anything alone. It's only out of custom that he lets me bathe alone-"

Bofur cackled. "He's just trying to keep you safe, lad."

Kili was grinning too. "And just wait until after you and he get married. It'll be even worse." With this doomful prediction, Kili turned to Bofur. "Can I come with you? I need to get a jewel for Tauriel's bead."

"Sure! It'll be a fun afternoon in the depths of the Mountain!" Bofur said, beaming. "Oh, I could tell you a tale or two of the horrific-"

"No!" Bilbo covered his ears. "I don't wish to hear of the vile deaths and injuries your miners have acquired."

"Alright." Bofur agreed, pulling one of Bilbo's hands away from his ears. "I'll just have to tell Fili when we come back."

They never thought that they might not.


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