Food for the Heart: Chapter 1

(( This is my first time writing a fanfic, and tell me if I should write more!))

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit or any of its characters, or you for that matter.

By lovelythilbo

You're sitting down at the table, waiting for your food do get done cooking. Standing at the stove is a short fluffy red-headed dwarf, with a long braided beard. He hums a little tune while cooking.

"So," you ask," what are we going to eat this morning?"

"We'll be having an omelet, with peppers, onions, and various meats. Would you be okay with that, my dear?"

You blush, you love Bombur with all of your heart, and yet you haven't told him. "That would be positively perfect. Thank you very much, Master Bombur."

"You know you do not have to call me that. We are far past that stage in our relationship." He say while putting the omelets on the plates.

"I know I do not have to." You say while forgetting where you were heading with that. You land a kiss on his cheek, trying to make him forget about what you were talking about. "Let us taste your wonderful creation." You take a bit of the omelet. It is majestic! You try to speak but your mouth is full.

"What do you think? Is is good, or is it dreadful?" he says eager to hear you opinion.

"It is amazing, how can you be such a good cook, and be so kind, and so much more." you say while filling your face with another bite of the omelet.

"It all progresses with age. Wisdom happen as time goes by." He says, while you remember the age difference between you and him.

You remember how he is almost two-hundred while you are only eighty-seven. It doesn't help that he is full dwarf, while you are only half dwarf, half human.

Once you both are done eating, you pick up the plates, and start the water so you can start washing the dishes.

Bombur comes up behind you. He turns you around, and lands a kiss on your nose. Was he meaning to do this? Or was he aiming for my mouth, but missed? You wonder all of these questions while he says, "I love you so vey much." You feel guilty, you still haven't said it to him. You land a kiss back on his nose, and then you smile with joy while you look at him. He is so beautiful, and precious to you, and yet you can not find the words to say I love you back to him.

All of a sudden, Bombur's brothers, Bifur and Bofur, barge in and kill the silence.

Bofur does all of the talking, since Bifur only speaks dwarvish.

Bofur says, "Bombur, I... we have an important message to discuss with you." You are wondering what the message could be, who it could come from, could it bring bad news. All of the questions rack your brain, while you tune out Bifur speaks a bit.

"Okay, who is this message from?" Bombur asks in an inpatient and angry manner. This is one of the first times you see him being angry. You remember the last remember the last time he was truly mad, it was when there was a massacre in the village, and Bombur threatened to find the people who had started it, and to kill them. But, luckily you had stopped him those many years ago, when you had told him, "If you find those rascals and kill them, then you will be just as bad as them." You had talked to him in the softest and most soothing voice, wondering what would of happened if you had not stopped him.

"Thorin, son of Thrain, and he comes with an urgent message." Bofur says in haste. Who was this Thorin, son of Thrain they were talking about you wonder.

"Is this the Thorin, son of Thrain from under the mountain? The heir to Erebor?" Bombur asks.

"Yes, it's that Thorin, and he wants to speak with us... now." Bofur replies.

Bombur now has a worried look on his face now. Whatever they will be talking about must be bad. They hurry away, but just before Bombur lands a kiss on your lips. You walk away with a smile on you face, and it stayed there for the rest of the day.

You go back to your house to get some lunch. You walk in and you see Bombur sitting down at the table, not talking, not doing anything. Your smile fades away.

"What happened?" you ask, "Is it really bad?" What could have happened? Did someone die?

"Well," he started out saying, " he was nice, and yet frightening to be with. He gave us a proposal... And I am thinking about accepting it. My brothers have already said ye to the proposal." There is sadness and worry in his eyes.

"What was the proposal?" You ask in a sincere manner.

"He wanted my brothers and I to go on a journey with him to earn Erebor back."