This wonderful story is for Dhalmi93, there's not enough Bofur love despite how witty and handsome he is. Where's the love for this dwarf? Right here. I hope you enjoy it Dhalmi93. :) Also, this story does is in the same universe at my story You Can Try To Resist.
The preparations for the feast were well under way, nerves were stretched thin and so the shouting coming from both men and women in the feast hall. The King was to be married in two days time and getting the halls of Erebor decorated in time for the ceremony and feast was a feat. Erebor had started to feel like home in the six months it had been since the Battle of the Five Armies, six months since a calm had settled over Erebor once more. The great forges had been rekindled, running strong under the careful, strong hands of dwarves who were expert smiths. It was a blessing, a joy, to see the halls filled with people once more. People from the Blue Mountains, from the Iron Hills and even men and women from Dale and Lake-town had all come to help Erebor reclaim it's former glory. Bofur thought that it must have looked far better than before with it's massive gates now open and under repair. It would take two years before the gates to Erebor were functional again but until then it would remain completely open. Bofur had just come back from Esgaroth, having resumed being a miner, he was helping rebuild both Erebor and Esgaroth. It hadn't been easy but the people of Lake-town were eager to rebuild Esgaroth and with the help of Bard the Bowman, it was seeing some of it's former glory once again. It made him smile to know he was helping to build something so meaningful to others, the gratitude he received for the help he gave freely was all that he felt he could ever need.
Bofur lifted his hat and scratched the top of his head before placing his hat back onto his head as he made his wall into the feast hall, seeing his Dúnadan friend leaning against a pillar, taking a break from helping with the preparations. Her emerald eyes met his and she smiled,
"Bofur! It is good to see you friend!" Bofur came up to the woman, he still found it odd when he saw her wearing a dress instead of her ranger attire, but then green dress she was wearing today made her eyes sparkle.
"Allanna." Bofur received a hug from the Dúnadan woman when she bent over to him.
"Where's your husband lass? I half expected him to be here with you back from the Shire." Bofur scanned the feast hall to see if he could see her husband but the man was nowhere to be found.
"He saw me this morning when I returned, he was quite surprised by the people I brought with me." Allanna laughed then motioned to a small group of people who were receiving orders from Balin.
Bofur had to look twice before he realized they were hobbits. It was surprising to see other hobbits in Erebor, he had only known of one hobbit and that had been Bilbo.
"Hobbits! How clever of you!" Bofur laughed with Allanna, both knowing hobbits enjoyed a good celebration.
"When I brought Bilbo back to Bag End, this little group wanted to know about his time spent out on an adventure. It wasn't easy getting these hobbits here but they're convinced, they want to stay in Erebor, Esgaroth or Lake-town. I couldn't say no." Allanna gave Bofur a sheepish grin then looked at the group,
"They're younger hobbits, only by a few years younger than Bilbo. I assume their parents will be furious with me if I ever show my face around the Shire again." They laughed together happily before settling down.
"Seems you have a lot to do lass, I'll leave you to it then before the King comes in here and has my beard for interrupting you." Bofur gave Allanna a small smile before his eyes set on a hobbit lass coming over to Allanna.
"Excuse me, Allanna, I don't mean to bother you but Mr. Dwalin wanted to speak to you." She had such a soft but merry voice, a voice to cheer a man up whenever he was down.
She was the same size as Bilbo except her hair was a darker brown with curls, with soft blue eyes that sparkled in the candle light. The hobbit lass seemed very homely within Erebor, as if she had been there for years amongst the dwarves.
"It is most impolite to stare." Her voice told him, it was enough to bring him out of his thoughts to truly look at the lass.
"Ah, yes. It is. Can I apologize to you over a small dinner after the King's Wedding Ceremony and feast?" Bofur was surprised by how quick he was able to get his suggestion out.
The hobbit lass looked very surprised and her cheeks colored prettily,
"A Took never passes up a good meal." A grin formed on the hobbit lass's lips as she curtsied to him.
"Lilian Took at your service master dwarf."
"Bofur, at your service Ms. Took." He didn't even assume she was married even if she was the prettiest thing he'd seen in years.
"Aye, then I will see you for our date then Bofur." Lilian walked away, leaving a grinning Bofur who was being stared at by his friend.
"I didn't know you were looking for a wife Bofur." Allanna watched his face turn up to hers in a smile,
"Might be. Any man would be a fool not to want to marry that fine lass." Bofur watched his friend chuckle before shaking her head.
"I will see you again Bofur. Hopefully you'll still be unmarried by then." Allanna laughed as she walked away from her dwarven friend.
Bofur, however, followed his Dúnadan friend over to Dwalin. He did not pay attention to what they spoke about as he waited for the pair to finish speaking. Once Allanna walked off, Bofur moved to stand next to Dwalin as the tall dwarf folded his arms over his chest, watching the hobbits going about fixing the décor.
"That was a fine lass you were speaking to." Dwalin commented but Bofur saw his eyes were on a woman that had come from Lake-town, she had to be no more than twenty but she was short for a man.
Only a bit taller than Dwalin since he was a tall dwarf but she looked like she could take the strong dwarf with the way she was barking orders at the other efficiently. Her blonde hair waved in such a way that a man would want to run his fingers through it.
"Fine lasses here indeed." Bofur agreed wholy with his friend but his eyes were only for Lilian just as Dwalin's eyes were for the blonde lass hollering out orders to everyone.
It hadn't surprised Bofur that both Dwalin and himself were looking at women from other races, dwarven women were beautiful but they were not gentle folk, they could protect themselves just as well as the male dwarves and sometimes a man wanted a woman he could protect through and through. Granted, neither of the women they had eyes for seemed to be too gentle which was fine by them.
"I best be going before I waste too much time here. Dwalin, I will see you at the feast." Bofur and Dwalin patted each other on the back before Bofur left the feast hall.
Bofur hadn't seen her yet, the feast had since begun and Allanna had told Bofur she invited Lilian but hadn't seen her since feast began. Allanna comforted Bofur by telling him that hobbit's were notorious for being the life of parties since she had seen several hobbit gatherings. This did little to quiet his heart and he sought the hobbit lass the whole evening without seeing as much as a glimpse of her. Meeting with Allanna after the feast, he found that Lilian had entered into a drinking game with several dwarves but only won against one before Allanna had to take her back to her room to sleep off the drink. Relieved, he slept well that night and the next day he helped in Esgaroth, not expecting any complications as he worked until a soft voice called to him.
"Mister Bofur?" His eyes immediately looked for the owner of the voice and found Lilian, smiling as she looked up at him while he worked on a support pillar for the town center.
"Miss Lilian Took, I take it you've come to hound me about that date of ours?" Bofur grinned like a fool as her cheeks colored and she nodded.
"Allanna told me you would be working here until sundown and so I took it upon myself to seek you out." Lilian smiled as she fiddled with the apron to her dress,
"Aye, I can have dinner with you tonight lass, unless you want to post pone dinner until another day?" Lilian shook her head,
"No, I would love dinner tonight." Bofur looked away from Lilian and breathed deep,
"I'll come not too long after sundown." Bofur looked back at Lilian, she nodded and ran off back to Erebor.
He hoped she had several scenarios planned out for this evening, because he did. Work after Lilian's appearance came easier than expected, he felt his strength renewed and he finished far more than he thought he would have gotten done if she had not come to see him. By the time the sun started to descend, he was already on his way back to Erebor for his dinner with Lilian. Bofur washed himself and tried to tidy his room as best as he could but a man was messy and you couldn't hide that from a woman. When he finally came out of his room, he was dressed in acceptable clothes with his brown hair newly braided into the pigtails that sat off of his shoulders, his beard combed and presentable as well...he also left his hat at home. Feeling lost without his hat, he made his way to the room Allanna had told him Lilian was staying in with her cousins. Nervous, he knocked on the door before another hobbit lass opened up the door,
"I'm here for Lilian." He told the woman nervously, licking his lips and praying he didn't look foolish.
"Lilian!" The hobbit woman yelled as she left the door, several second later a blushing Lilian came to the door and smiled.
Moving from the room, she closed the door and he offered his arm to her, silently thanking his mother for teaching him some manners where women were involved. His eyes, however, were glued to Lilian and the shimmering blue dress she was wearing. Bofur swore he was warm and it wasn't from the summer air, it originated because of the little hobbit on his arm.
"If...If you don't mind, I was thinking that we could walk awhile before heading back for dinner." Bofur couldn't help that he felt like his tongue was tied now, she was a stunning young hobbit.
"That would be perfect." Lilian smiled up at Bofur and they began their walk.
Bofur was surprised, to say the least. Lilian had kept up with him and didn't comment on how messy he could be when he ate and she held her drink very well, going so far as to ask him for seconds of drink and food. Thankful he had asked for a big meal, they ate together, talked, joked and laughed until their bellies hurt. With a pint of ale for both of them, they laid in front of the hearth as the candle light began to die and the only source of light was the flames in the hearth. There was a bear rub beneath them as they laid on their sides,
"My family was rather surprised when I packed up what little I had, gave the rest to Bilbo and left with Allanna. Hobbit was homely people, you must understand. Adventuring is not in our nature but with Bilbo running off like he did...well, it had me thinking. Why can't I have an adventure of my own? Bilbo ran off and I took care of his house, his maps and books don't compare to the world. Coming to Erebor was so exciting!" Lilian excitedly explained, it made Bofur smile to see her happy at her coming to Erebor.
"No one back home would believe I met dwarfs, lived beside and helped them rebuild Erebor and Esgaroth. They would all think I was daft." Lilian giggled and pushed a rebellious dark lock out of her eyes.
"Quite a few of the lads were surprised to see Hobbits coming back with Lady Allanna. Bilbo had expressed to the company that Hobbits did not venture out of Hobbiton." Bofur took a drink of his ale, his head light from the heat and the company, Lilian was feeling the same way by the blush that had settled on her cheeks.
"Aye, I was a toy maker in the Blue Mountains. Seeing myself trying to reclaim Erebor never crossed my mind. For a long time, I was content with just making toys for the wee laddies and lasses." Bofur seemed to recalling when he had been asked to answer to the call of Thorin Oakenshield to reclaim Erebor.
"I answered the call with my kin backing me but I never expected to live to tell of the tale." His eyes turned to the hobbit woman who was now laying on her stomach, listening to him intently as he talked to her.
"I find it so interesting to hear you speak about your time out of Erebor. What are the Blue Mountains like?" Lilian's eyes were bright with curiosity,
"Lassie, that is a story for another day, I best get you back to your kin before they come battering down my door." Bofur laughed and slowly rose to his feet then helped his companion to her feet.
Giggling the whole way back to the room she shared with her kin as he told her jokes, she seemed truly elated and excited about their time spent together just as he was. It gave Bofur hope and warmed his heart to know that she enjoyed spending time with him.
Once in front of the door, Lilian turned towards him and planted a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. Giggling at the feel of his beard around her lips before pulling away,
"By my beard, can we do that again?" Bofur questioned as he licked his lips, his eyes on her now pink lips, which puckered right back up and met his once more.
This time, when their lips parted, both Lilian and Bofur were panting softly. Her cheeks and lips were a soft red color from their kiss.
"I'd like to see you again." Lilian told him and removed her hands from his chest, he hadn't known when they had gotten there.
"Aye, you'll see me again lass."
I'm a horrible person, this I know. I hope this little cliff hanger gives the hint that I will be making a second chapter of this little story. :) The light fluff I had in this was kept in check because I felt that as much as Bofur was a funny guy that he was also very gentlemanly. Don't ask me why, I have no idea.
You're Welcome Dhalmi93. :)
Thoughts? Comments?
