Boring author's note: As per all disclaimers, I do not own any of these character etc etc... Although I would like to! As they are all fantastic and I love them dearly! This is my first fic in more than 7 years so it might not be all the awesomes. I also never thought that I would ever ship the Thilbo Bagginshield...but here I am. Enjoy! I welcome all, if any, reviews and tips for upcoming chapters. C:

~Preface~

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"Oh what the heck." Bilbo said to himself, carefully considering the invitation he wrote before sliding it gently into a crisp envelope. "It's not as if he'd ever come anyways." Sealing the envelope with red wax he carefully scrolled on its front: H.M. Thorin Oakenshield & Company, Erebor, before placing it in the neat pile on his desk. He looked wistfully out the window from his study and onto the garden of Bag End; as was his hobbit habit lately.

"All finished, deary?" Spoke a soft voice, its owner placing a small delicate hand on Bilbo's arm from behind. "I've just finished up with mine. We should post these out today if we can."

"Hm? Oh yes!" Said Bilbo, as he was pulled from his morning reverie. "You're quite right. Here, let me take them down to the market." He collected the letters from off his desk and from her hands, covering his last letter under her bundle.

"Can't have much of a wedding without guests!" She giggled and kissed him on his cheek and went to put on a pot of tea.

"Very true." He said as he collected his jacket and walking stick while heading for the door. "Priscilla?" He called as he swung the door open, "I'm going to take a bit of a stroll after. Don't wait on me for lunch."

"Alright my dear," Priscilla called back, poking her head out of the kitchen, "But don't you go getting cold feet on me!" She teased and giggled again.

"Wouldn't dream of it love. See you soon!" Bilbo smiled and closed the green door behind him, the weight of the letters feeling heavy under his arm.