Bofur was normally the cheeriest of souls, always ready with a joke or a song. Even as the Company had made their way to reclaim Erebor and had had to fight all manner of foes; a smile rarely left his lips. And if the situations had, at times, not been so dire, there was sure to have been far more amusement at his quips, than he received. But no matter what, he had continued to be himself, and that was why she had fallen in love with him. (Y/n) sure that if someone had told her when she and her older brother Bilbo, had sat down for dinner that evening, so long ago, that the two of them would go on the scariest, but greatest of adventures; and she would meet the sweetest, kindest and most loveable dwarf in the world. That she would end up marrying said dwarf and find herself in a new home in the Lonely Mountain, a world away from the Shire, she would think that they had quite lost their minds. Yet here she was. A now rather round hobbit lady, thanks to the little one in her belly, that would any day come into this world. But as she pushed her way into Bofur's workshop, she knew that she would not hear his laughter today; that he would not be playing his whistle, or cracking jokes. For today was the only day in the year, that Bofur lost his smile. It the only day that those of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, didn't smile; for it was the day that marked the anniversary of the loss of the Durin's. The day of the Battle of the Five Armies. And for those that had known them, who had known Thorin and Fili and Kili, it was a day to remember. A day to recall all that they had been through; to raise a quite tankard of ale and salute their fallen brothers.

"Bofur..........?" (Y/n) called out, as she pushed her way into the workshop. Letting out a heavy sigh, as she waddled over to the wooden bench where her husband would normally sit when he worked and took a seat. Sure, that the little one that she was carrying, was in fact not so little; and would be as big as Beorn when it finally decided that it was time to appear.

"Lass......what ya doin here. Ya should be resting. Ya know what Óin said.........." Bofur suddenly appearing from the back of the workshop and coming to kneel in front of her, taking both of her hands in his.

"Bofur, I walked.......well, most of the time it felt like ran, across half of Middle-earth with you and the others. I am still perfectly capable of making it from our rooms to the workshop. Even if I am carrying something that feel as big as Beorn in his bear form. And I am here to make sure that you are alright. You weren't in bed when I woke up this morning, and I was worried, given what day it is." The female hobbit explained. Bofur nodding slowly as he looked up at his beautiful wife.

"And I would have been here sooner, but I went to see Dis. She was asking if we would be going to join the others at the tomb, later. I told her that we would. That I had even got a message from Bilbo who asked me to take some flowers........" Bofur slowly nodding again, before giving her the best smile that he could.

"You know.......perhaps.......perhaps we are going about this all the wrong way. I spoke to Dis, Balin and Dwalin about this, that instead of us mourning Thorin and the boys, we should perhaps instead celebrate. Celebrate their lives, their achievements and the dwarves that they were. I am sure that Kili and Fili would hate the fact that we are sad every year; that even you lose your smile. I am positive that those two mischief makers would prefer that you sang, and we all had a food fight like in Rivendell; and if there were copious amounts of ale involved, well, all the better. That, and there should be burping competition and dancing. And Thorin.......well Thorin should not only be celebrated for being the grumpiest, most stubborn, hardheaded dwarf with no sense of direction whatsoever; but also, for being the dwarf that sacrificed his life for the sake of his people. That protected his kin and helped them have a good life in the Blue Mountains. And who was the greatest leader, the greatest king that I have ever met. And, well, they agreed. Dis said that I was right about the boys, that they would not like the idea of sadness and tears; that even Thorin would hate to have his sacrifice mourned, for he was a dwarf, and whether he admitted it or not, he could enjoy a celebration just as much as anyone else. So, this year at the tombs, whatever tears there may be, will be joined by ale and the best food from Bombur's kitchen. Dwalin and Balin will bring their viols and there will be music to accompany tales of better times; of all the trouble the three of them got into. But.......they have asked me to get you to bring the most important thing of all. The one thing that no celebration would be complete without........." (Y/n) explained. Smiling and taking her husband's face in her hands. The hobbit never growing tired of his confused look.

"What, could I............?"

"Your smile, you silly dwarf. We cannot have a celebration without your smile, can we.........." She explained, before leaning forward and placing a kiss to his lips. Her heart skipping a beat as she slowly pulled back to find the most beautiful smile was now gracing his features.

"Now........" (Y/n) continued, before struggling to her feet.

"Why don't you, I and your smile go and see if we can help Bombur? For I think that this is going to be the first, and greatest, of all the celebrations to come for this day.........." The hobbit holding out her hand for Bofur to take. He quickly getting to his feet and slowly leading her out of the workshop. Bofur and his smile once again lighting up the halls of Erebor, as they made their way to find his brother.