Once Gandalf was satisfied with having two bottles of wine within reach, we left him to them and went to prepare supper. Bilbo mentioned that he was worried that the ribbons would end up dirty while we cook. I untied his from his wrist and braided it into his curls instead. The green ribbon peeks out now among his golden hair. Bilbo untied my ribbon as well and coaxed me down so that he could do the same, using the courting braid. He pressed his forehead to mine for a few moments, his eyes closed. I feel so peaceful and warm.