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Thank you all for you well-wishes. I am indeed feeling much better - but still trying to catch up on all your reviews - but I promise I will.

It is amazing what a lot of sleep and a handful of medication can do for you, ha ha. But, unfortunately my convalescing has put me behind in my writing, so I need to get better quickly and get a few more chapters under my belt before you all catch up to where I am still writing! Eeek.

Not sure why no one thought to send Fili over to tend to me in my delirium...he would have made me better real quick!

Thanks again...now, back to the wedding!

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Chapter 82

Mellon = Friend

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Thorin's eyes grew wide as he saw Marigold standing there in the doorway. She was simply stunning. He couldn't remember ever being so overcome with joy in his life…yet at the sight of his bride, his one, Thorin felt like bursting into tears and laughing at the same time. In the end he just stared, open mouthed with his heart pounding like a drum. He had waited a long time for this moment to arrive, and now that it had, he was not sure he deserved this happiness. Marigold would soon be his wife.

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"There's still time for you to back out," Rory whispered to his daughter, clutching her hand tightly as it rested upon his arm. "You can always come home to the Shire with us."

"No, Father," Marigold told him with a smile. "I love Thorin and I want nothing more in this world than to be his wife. Please say you are happy for me."

"You know I am, sweet-pea," he assured her. "Your mother and I both think very highly of Thorin, and we approve of your choice, but as your father, I had to ask anyway. Your happiness comes first, and I would willingly fight a hundred dwarves, if you wanted this wedding to end right here."

"Well, I don't," Marigold laughed, "So there is no need for you to take up arms on my account, Father. Now how about we start walking," she suggested. "But maybe not too fast…I have waited a long time for this day to arrive, and I want to savor every moment."

"Then savor it you shall, since I am in no hurry to hand over my only daughter, even to one as worthy as King Thorin," Rory told her, leaning down and giving her a kiss on her cheek. "I love you, my precious Marigold."

"Thank you, Father," she whispered back, giving his arm a quick squeeze. "I love you too." And with that, she lifted her foot and took her first step towards becoming Thorin's wife.

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"Steady now," Dwalin whispered to his cousin, seeing how pale Thorin had gone the moment Rory and Marigold had begun their walk towards them. "It would not do for the king to faint in front of all his guests. And remember, Thranduil is watching…you can't appear weak before him of all people."

"Nay," Thorin nodded, still unable to take his gaze off his bride. He didn't care one bit who was staring at him, be they dwarf, hobbit, man or elf. Nothing else mattered except Marigold. It had taken him only a few moments to realize exactly what dress she was wearing, the Durin blue and mithril accents giving its origins away at a glance. It had once been worn by his mother, and grandmother before that, and now it had come down to his own bride. He knew it had been Dis' wish to have worn it as well, but Smaug had dashed those hopes, along with so many others. Still, he could not imagine anyone looking lovelier than Marigold in it, and he hoped one day it might be passed down to his own daughter.

His mind had been spinning with so many thoughts that before he knew it, she and her father were standing at the bottom of the steps. Breaking himself out of his reverie, Thorin made his way down, standing in front of them expectantly.

"Thorin Oakenshield," Rory began in a loud voice, repeating the words he had carefully rehearsed. "I do hereby bestow upon you the hand of my daughter. Treat her well, love her for all time, and show her the honor she deserves."

"I shall do all that and more," Thorin nodded, reaching out as he took her hand in his, with Rory placing his own on top and bottom, sandwiching them together in a final act of acceptance. He then nodded one last time and went to sit beside his wife and son.

Thorin could feel his hand shaking slightly as he guided Marigold up the steps to stand before Gandalf.

"You look beautiful," he whispered as they took their positions, eliciting a blush and a smile from his bride.

Yet before anything more could be said, or thought, Gandalf's voice boomed out over the hall, letting everyone know that the moment they had all been waiting for had arrived.

"Dwarves of Erebor, Men of Dale, Esgaroth and the southern borders," he began, looking around the room at each race gathered there. "Hobbits of the Shire, Elves from Mirkwood and Rivendell, as well as our dear friend from the west." Here Gandalf gave a respectful nod to Beorn, who was leaning against a side wall, since the chairs available were far too small for him to use. "We welcome you all and thank you for attending this most auspicious occasion. For this wedding will not only unite two hearts and two races, but it will see the crowning of a queen as well."

There arose a cheer from those in the balcony, each dwarf showing their joy over Thorin taking a wife. When they at last calmed down, Gandalf continued.

"Thorin, Marigold…have you both come here today out of a sense of loyalty, honor, and with a willing heart?" the grey wizard asked.

"Aye," Thorin responded.

"Yes," came Marigold's emphatic reply.

"Then, as per dwarven tradition, I am obliged to ask, who stands for the bride? Who among you speaks for her character and recommend her to this dwarrow?" Here he turned and looked over to where her parents sat.

"That would be me and my wife," Rory offered, standing up and gesturing to Menegilda, who was already making ample use of her embroidered handkerchief.

"And has the groom offered you the proper compensation for Marigold's hand in marriage?" came the next scripted question.

"That he has," Rory nodded proudly, giving Thorin a little wink. "And quite an impressive bride price he gave me too, I might add."

"Very well," Gandalf chuckled, making a mental note to ask about the obvious story behind that statement. "Then we shall commence with the vows." He first turned to Thorin, focusing his attention on his very dear friend. "Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, king of Erebor, do you claim this hobbit as your mate, companion, and queen, for the remainder of your days? Will you protect her, show her honor, and take on the role of her champion in all things?"

"I wholeheartedly accept and hereby swear to do so," Thorin responded without a moment's hesitation or doubt.

"Dwarves of Erebor, do you accept your king's choice of Marigold as his queen? Will you support his decision to have her rule by his side and govern this kingdom in wisdom and honor?" Gandalf asked, looking out over the congregated throng.

"Aye!" came a unanimous shout, so loud in fact that Frodo tried to cover his ears, the little pillow that the ring was tied to serving as a nice buffer between his head and the noisy crowd.

"Marigold Brandybuck, daughter of Rory and Menegilda of the Shire, do you accept Thorin as your mate, your companion, and your king for the remainder of your days? Will you care for him, show him honor, and take on the role of his comforter in all things?" Where normally that would be the end of the questions and the bride would be given a chance to respond here, the wizard was obliged to continue. "Will you also accept the duties and responsibilities as queen of Erebor, putting the welfare and happiness of your subjects before all else, serving them in wisdom and loyalty to the best of your ability."

"I accept and hereby swear to do so, with all my heart," Marigold stated, firmly and without wavering. Her response earned her a wide smile from Thorin, his eyes full of love and devotion.

"Thorin, might you have a few tokens to present to your bride?" Gandalf urged, signaling for Frodo and Flinn to approach.

The little dwarrow and hobbit all but scampered up the stairs, completely forgetting about their parents' warnings, as they excitedly held up their two pillows to Thorin. Reaching out, the dwarf king ruffled Flinn's hair and gave Frodo a wink, before pulling on the ribbon that would loosen the marriage bead he himself had crafted. Turning, Thorin reached out and took hold of the intricate marriage braid that hung from Marigold's temple, slipping it over the end and fastening it in place.

"With the giving of this bead, I do hereby claim you as my wife for all time by dwarven law," Thorin murmured, the words not actually part of the ceremony, and yet he felt the need to speak them anyway. He then released the ring from its binding and held it out for her inspection. It was made of rich gold, with four small gems inlayed across the top – a ruby, a sapphire, a diamond, and an emerald. Marigold was quick to notice that her ring and bead were an identical match, with the size being the only difference. Thorin then took her hand in his, speaking in a low voice as he slipped it upon her finger. "The ruby stand for the fire you have ignited in my heart, the sapphire is for Durin blue, telling all that you are now part of my family line. Diamonds are for strength, to symbolize that our bond will endure forever. The emerald…well, that one is for your beautiful eyes, which I desire to see gazing back at me every morning from here on out. And as I place this ring on your finger, I announce to the Shire, and the rest of Middle Earth, that you are mine to hold and cherish until the end of my days."

"I…I wish there was something I could give to you," she whispered, fighting back the tears as she ran her finger over his token of love. For Marigold suddenly realizing that she had nothing to reciprocate with. Hobbit males did not wear rings, and she had not see any of the dwarves with marriage beads in their hair either.

"You have already given me the greatest gift imaginable… yourself," he assured her, wishing that he could just lean in and kiss her now, but Gandalf was already clearing his throat to speak once more.

"Balin?" he said, turning to where the elderly dwarf stood, holding a delicate crown nestled securely on a satin pillow. It was very similar in shape to the one Thorin wore, though more feminine and much smaller in form. The councilor stepped forward, presenting it to Gandalf.

"Marigold, for as beautiful as that wreath of flowers looks upon your head, might I offer you a more permanent crown instead?" the wizard asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

Bergie quickly came over and reached up to remove the flowers, stepping back in place beside Esme and Sier when she was done. With her head now bare, Gandalf placed the golden circlet in its place, effectively crowning Marigold as Queen of Erebor. There was no loud cheering this time, for everyone knew it was a solemn moment, and they treated it as such.

"I have wandered Middle Earth for countless lifetimes, fully aware of all its beauty, wonder, and peril," Gandalf announced, deviating from the normal words of a dwarven ceremony…but no one seemed to mind. "Yet nothing can compare in importance and splendor to that of two individuals finding each other in love. Which is exactly what I see before me…love in its truest form. And so, it is my most happy pleasure to announce that these two are now bound together by heart, mind, body, and the combined responsibilities as rulers of Erebor." He reached out and placed a hand on Thorin's shoulder, looking at him with all the joy in the world. "Thorin…I give to you your wife and queen, Marigold." Then turning to the hobbit bride he spoke again. "And Marigold, I present to you your husband and king, Thorin. Let it be written in the ancient scrolls, and on the hearts of all the citizens of Erebor, that this union is now official. They are one." Another deafening cheer rose over the crowd, this time causing Frodo and Flinn to cover their ears from the sound. Yet Gandalf only smiled, leaning in to speak over the din. "If you wish to kiss your wife, Thorin, I think now would be a perfect time to do so."

Thorin wholeheartedly agreed, taking Marigold into his arms and sharing their first kiss together as a married couple.

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The reception that followed was held in the large dining hall, the very same one where only seven months ago, Thorin and Marigold shared their first dance on Durin's Day. Well, now they would do so again, but this time as husband and wife. Yet this time, it was a simple dance, the pair facing each other as they moved over the floor with ease and grace. Marigold was having the time of her life, and the fact that her dress still tinkled like little bells only made her twirl and spin all the more.

"I love you," Thorin whispered into her ear as they swayed back and forth.

"And I love you," she responded, unable to wipe the smile off of her face. "I can't believe we are married…at last!"

"I will not even attempt to describe how much I have been anticipating this day," Thorin told her. "The day I could finally call you my wife."

"Then I say we make it last as long as possible!" she laughed, throwing her arms around him as he spun her around with joy.

"We may not be able to make the day last forever, but our happiness shall," he promised, taking her hand and twirling her in circles as the rest of Erebor looked on.

When the dance was finished, they left the floor among thunderous applause, followed quickly by the band striking up a lively tune as the rest of the guests were invited to join in the festivities.

"That was lovely," Dis told Thorin and Marigold as they returned to their places of honor at the head of the royal table. The food had been brought out while the two had been dancing, yet their plates had already been prepared and set before them, allowing the happy couple to dig right in.

Fili, who was sitting next to his wife a few chairs down, leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Happy, my love?" he asked, noticing how brightly her eyes had shown all evening.

"Very much," she nodded, looking at Thorin and Marigold, the two of them eating and talking, completely oblivious of anyone else in the room. "I am so pleased for them. It truly was a beautiful wedding."

"Do you ever wish that we might have had something similar?" Fili asked, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. As he had been escorting her during the ceremony, it occurred to him that due to their secretive and rather rushed wedding, he had deprived Sier of a day such as this…and it bothered him. "I would have loved to have seen you in a dress like Marigold's, walking up an aisle as all of Erebor looked on. You would have outshone the stars themselves."

"Nay, Fili, I regret nothing," she told him with a warm smile, patting the back of his hand that still held hers. "Our wedding was perfect. Everyone who mattered was there, and you made me feel both beautiful and special. I wouldn't change a thing about our union day…not one thing."

Fili smiled at her words, loving her all the more for them. Yet he couldn't help but glance over at his son, who was currently lost in conversation with Frodo – more than likely recounting their glory as ring and bead bearers. Flinn had looked so handsome in the coat Sier had made him, as he proudly presented the marriage bead to Thorin.

"It would have been nice if Flinn could have present though," Fili mused in a low voice, having missed his little lad that day. "Yet, I suppose since he already believed we were married, seeing us taking our vows again might have confused him just a bit."

"Indeed," Sier laughed. "And just think, if our wedding had been public, everyone would have been there to witness you and Dwalin arguing over the bride price. I highly doubt that would be something you would like being teased about…well, no more so than you already were."

"Oh, but I got Dwalin back quite nicely," Fili said with a satisfied smile, recalling the look on his cousin's face when Bilbo had spoken up.

"That you did," Sier nodded, before leaning over and whispering into his ear, "But do you know what I love the most about our wedding day?"

"No…what?" Fili asked, his mind running through every moment of the ceremony, trying to recall the best one.

"That you became my husband that day…and I became your wife," she informed him, laying her head against his shoulder as she looked up at him with love shining in her eyes.

"Ah, yes, that was my favorite part as well," he told her, leaning down to kiss her lips. "And every night, as I fall asleep in your arms, I thank Mahal for giving you to me." He then reached out and placed his palm over her rounded stomach. "Just as I thank him for Flinn and this new little one as well. He has truly blessed me beyond my wildest dreams."

Their tender moment was quickly interrupted by Kili, who had just bounded up to the table, an eager look on his face.

"Come on Fili," the younger prince urged his brother. "Let's go get something to eat before the hobbits descend on the tables and there is nothing left."

"Oh, no!" Dis countered with a look of satisfaction, having heard her youngest son's remark. "I made sure there would be plenty of food for all, with enough to satisfy even the Shire folk. Everything is going just as planned, and there will be no mishaps." She then shot Fili and Kili a threatening glare. "And don't you dare do anything to mess that up! I heard about the joke those two elves played on you, and what you did to them in return…but not tonight, do you hear? This is Thorin and Marigold's day, so curb your pranks, understand?"

"Yes, Ama," Fili and Kili both replied in unison, sounding very contrite.

"We promise not to play any tricks on Elladan and Elrohir," Fili promised.

"At least not tonight," Kili added, not even trying to hide the little smile on his lips.

Dis only rolled her eyes, figuring that was the best she was going to get out of those two.

"Say…where are the twins, anyway?" Fili asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously as he scanned the room. The elves and men had been seated at a larger table with appropriate sized chairs, yet they could only see Thranduil and Glorfindel…while Elladan and Elrohir were nowhere to be seen.

"Perhaps they went to use the facilities?" Dis suggested, not really caring one way or another, for her main focus was on seeing that the reception continued to run smoothly.

"Do they even do that?" Kili whispered to Fili, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Do what?" Fili asked.

"You know…use the facilities?" was his brother's rather embarrassed reply.

"Oh, for Mahal's sake, of course they do, you numbskull," Fili laughed, before turning to his wife as he rose from his seat. "Would you like me to get you anything, Sier?"

"Oh…yes, please," she nodded, suddenly realizing just how hungry she and the new baby were. "A little of everything would be delightful," Sier told him, but then quickly added, "Everything except pickles…I am quite over that specific craving."

"Understood," Fili laughed, knowing it was best to avoid any foods she deemed off her eating list, for fear that it might turn her stomach. With that, he headed off with Kili to fetch a few plates.

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"May I have this dance, my little flower?" Rory asked, standing up and holding out his hand to Marigold. He had never prided himself on being a good dancer, but with so many now heading for the buffett tables, he thought it a perfect time to ask his daughter to take a turn with him.

"Of course you may, Father," she smiled, leaning in to give Thorin a kiss on the cheek. "That is, if you think you can do without me for a few minutes, my love?"

"It will be a trial," Thorin grinned, nodding his approval towards Rory. "But I know you will be in good hands." He watched his new bride and her father head towards the dance floor, unable to take his eyes off of her. Thorin couldn't remember the last time he had felt so happy.

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Glorfindel, who had spent most of the evening in conversation with Thranduil, politely excused himself and made his way over to the royal table. Bowing deeply before the groom, he greeted him warmly.

"I enjoyed the ceremony very much, King Thorin," he said with a smile. "I have never been to a dwarf wedding before, so this was indeed a treat."

"And I've never heard of an elf being invited to one before…so I guess this is a first for both of us," Thorin laughed.

"A first, yes," Glorfindel agreed. "Yet, hopefully not the last."

"Agreed," the king nodded. "Will you sit and talk a while? I am sure you are quite exhausted with only having Thranduil for company all evening."

"I will indeed join you, mellon," Glorfindel nodded, stepping up and making use of the empty seat to Thorin's left. After Rory and Marigold's departure, Menegilda's attention had effectively been stolen by Dis, who wished to speak about what was to take place next during the reception, leaving the king and elf lord to speak privately amongst themselves. "And while I know that Thranduil appears rather sullen, I have known him a long time, and thus I understand his moods. If you think about it, Thorin, you and he have a lot in common."

"I hardly believe that," Thorin scoffed, taking a drink of his ale.

"No, it is true," the blond elf insisted. "Just as you once followed your forebears into battle, only to lose the ones you loved…so did Thranduil. His father Oropher, the once king of the Greenwood, went to war under High King Gil-galad, fighting Sauron's forces in the Battle of Dagorlad."

"The Battle of Dagorlad?" came the excited voice of little Flinn, who had somehow managed to leave his seat and come around behind them unnoticed. Both he and Frodo were now standing between Thorin and Glorfindel, with eager looks on their faces. "What was that?"

The appearance of the children had caused the elf to pause in his tale, not sure if he should continue such an account in the presence of little ears. Yet Thorin nodded his consent, and so he went on.

"It was a very fierce battle fought in the second age, little one," Glorfindel stated, smiling down at the wide eyed dwarfling and hobbit. He himself had never married, or sired children, yet he had always had a soft spot for the young, no matter what race. As he stared at the lads before him, his mind turned to thoughts of another youngling he had been privileged to spend a great deal of time with, the boy Estel. Elrond had taken the child under his wing, and was raising him in the absence of his own deceased father. He too could not hear enough about battles and great deeds, yet all too soon, Glorfindel knew that such things would no longer prove to be mere stories for Estel. No…not for anyone. "It was there that the last alliance between elves, dwarves and men took place."

"You mean the one where that evil Sauron was killed?" Flinn asked, having paid more than the usual attention to Balin's history lessons when this had been discussed.

"Vanquished, yes…but sadly, not destroyed for good," the elf corrected. "It was this battle that took the life of Thranduil's father, Oropher. Deeply grieved, Thranduil continued to fight valiantly, and after Isildur cut the ring from Sauron's hand, thus winning the battle, he led his battered army home to the Greenwood…now known as Mirkwood. For you see, younglings, even in victory, there is always great loss." He then turned his eyes towards Thorin. "Is that not correct, King Thorin?"

"Aye, it is," he replied quietly, obviously getting the point of Glorfindel's tale. For he too had lost his grandfather and brother in a similar battle, a wound that still festered within his heart. And for the first time, Thorin allowed himself to look upon the sullen woodland king, and see a different side to him. Not that of a lord or an elf, but that of a son who had lost his father in war. That was something Thorin could relate to.

"Were you ever in a battle, Mister Glorfindel?" Flinn asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Several," he nodded, choosing not to elaborate. "And yet, it is days like this I value above all else. Days of peace, happiness and laughter. Treasure those things, little one, and you will be much wiser for it."

"He speaks true," Thorin broke in, looking at his nephew and Frodo. "A king may be required to go to battle in times of need, yet what he is most fond of are times of peace. When he can look after his people and bring them to prosperity. Do you understand, Flinn?"

"I think so," the young dwarfling said, his brows pursed together in thought. "It is like when my adad went out to fight the orcs to save the hobbits. He didn't want to go and leave us behind, but he had to or people would have died. Yet, I think he likes being home with me and Ama more than fighting. And I like it best when he is home with us too."

"Exactly," Glorfindel chuckled, always impressed by the simple wisdom of a child. "And I hope that you, your adad, and your uncle, have many more decades of such peace."

"Can we go get something to eat from the food table, Uncle Thorin?" Flinn asked suddenly, his little mind apparently done with the conversation of battles, and now on to tasty treats.

"What do your mothers have to say on the subject?" Thorin questioned, knowing better than to contradict a parent's previous command.

"They didn't say anything," Frodo confessed, pointing over to where Sier and Prim currently were lost in conversation. "I don't think they even know we are gone."

Thorin laughed at this, knowing just how easy it was to misplace the two children…having done so himself rather recently.

"Very well," he nodded. "Your father and Kili are already at the buffet table, see that you have them aid you in your selection. Just remember your manners, and only take what you can eat, nothing more."

"Only what we can eat?" Flinn repeated, looking over at his hobbit friend. "That is still quite a lot!" And off they ran.

"You are indeed blessed, Thorin Oakenshield," Glorfindel laughed, his eyes still on the retreating lads. "You have a fine kingdom, a precious family, and a beautiful new bride. I find I am rather envious of you, my friend."

Thorin looked around, taking in the sight of Fili and Kili as they greeted Flinn and Frodo, helping the lads reach the plates on the table. His eyes then fell upon Dis, who had just taken a seat next to his lovely niece, Sier, and finally to where Marigold was dancing and laughing with her father, causing him to give a hum of approval.

"Glorfindel…I can't say I blame you one bit," he chuckled, suddenly realizing just how fortunate he truly was. "For today, I am indeed a very lucky dwarf."

Yes, you are Thorin...and later tonight, you are about to get even luckier! ha ha.

Just a little bit more of the reception to go and then the wedding night. Promise. You can't skimp on special occasions...there is still so much left to do. ha ha.

So how did you like the vows? The ring? The dancing? Fili and Sier? Glorfindel talking with Thorin and little Flinn and Frodo?

More Elf/Dwarf/Hobbit interaction coming up!

Thanks and I would love to hear what you thought.

Guest Reviews

And as promised, here are also the ones I missed answering last time due to a high fever and eyes that would not remain awake.

abc: (Chapter 80) You know, I have never really addressed the Arkenstone in this story. I am not sure if Thorin hid it away, or if it is above his throne, or what. I just never thought about it. But I might be touching on it in the next part of the story. We will see. I had fun with the night before the wedding, letting everyone have a good time and let off some steam without getting too sloshed or doing anything someone would regret. No elf strippers! ha ha. (Chapter 81) Thanks for your pity. I am better now! Yep, Thranduil and Thorin managed to keep it together...so far. Let's hope it stays that way. I made sure everyone dressed up really nice for the wedding. No jeans or t-shrts at THIS wedding! Yah, sorry to have kept you waiting for the ceremony, but as you could see, things just got too long! And look, we are still not done with the reception!

Feu d'Argent (Chapter 80) Well, SOMEONE had to kidnap Thorin...why not them. ha ha. I don't exactly know why he had to be kidnapped, but it just sounded like a lot of fun, so I ran with it. And if we are going to point fingers here, I think we need to blame Tolkien first for writing that Thorin, Fili and Kili die...Peter Jackson's crime was to make them so stinking hot that we actually CARED that they died. So you have friends who like to embarrass you with wild stories too? ha ha. I think dwarrowdams do know how to defend themselves, I am sure Dis could kill you six ways to Sunday with a butter knife. But they don't go to war and stuff, at least not in my imagined universe. Too few to risk them getting killed in battle. Babies are fine, just not the main focus with all the wedding, elves and new hobbits in the mountain. ha ha. Soon though. And wow...you flatter me with your ranking my story that high! Thanks! (Chapter 81) Thanks for wishing me well. And fear not, I did not have to drag myself out of bed to WRITE a chapter, just to post it. I currently have a small stack of chapters already written...and use them for times just like this! Although, that stack got a lot smaller while i was unable to open my eyes or form a coherent thought in order to write. So I need to make the most of this weekend! Did my little bit with Fili and Sier make you happy? See, great minds think alike. However, if you keep guess what will come next with such accuracy, I am going to think you hacked into my computer and are reading ahead. ha ha. I have plans for Bilbo, so don't you worry about him. I was just making sure that those who were still shipping Bilbo and Dis got the hint that it is NOT going to happen. ha ha. If I wasn't already on the mend I would have taken you up on all your suggestions, especially the Three Musketeers and the Snicker-doodles. I will try and work on more clothing descriptions. And my husband thought your words to him were FUNNY. But honestly, he is my best doctor, and he even read 10 chapters of a hobbit FF story to me the other night as I fell asleep. So sweet. Everyone knows Thorin is going to have a little girl...he dreamed about her. As for the others...not gunna tell. ha ha. Yah...about that whole 'promise not to do anything to mess up the wedding thing'...more on that later. They did...they got married!

WhoWould'veGuest: That was cute that you went looking for my response, but was careful not to read anything you should not. Very smart. Oh yes, keep working on that cosplay outfit. You will need it. Do let me know when you catch up! I want to say more but hate to run the risk of giving something away.

Emrfangirl: Heirloom dresses are awesome...but these days styles change so much, hardly anyone wants to wear something 'old fashion'. I would have considered it, if my mom had saved her dress. Oh the pranks are coming, but they dare not risk angering Thorin on his wedding day! There will be no tin cans tied to the back of his pony as they ride off into the sunset. ha ha. They would have...but I have other plans for Bilbo and Dis has her boys and grand-babies to keep her happy. The Flinn/Frodo/Thranduil thing will be on Monday! And thank you, I do feel better now.