AN: I apologise now my brain is warped. Please review I would love to hear your thoughts on what I write it really makes my day.
Disclaimer: I do not own the hobbit that is the property of Tolkien. I just took the characters out to play with.
Bofur.
Bofur placed the wood he'd been trying to carve for the last two days carefully onto the battered workbench in front of him. He'd been unsettled for almost a year now and yet the last week he'd been unable to focus on anything for very long. His fingers would tremble at the worst possible moments, he would disappear into his head humming unknown songs to himself. He had missed several meals at his brother's house and his cousin had left in disgust only that morning when he had answered a completely different question to the one he had been asked. He narrowed his eyes at the wood sitting innocently on the surface in front of him. He wished he knew what was wrong with him, he was confused beyond belief. He ran callused fingers over the reddish grain of the wood in front of him, eyes fluttering shut as he recalled collecting the almost garishly coloured branch. His distraction had started almost upon finding the branch. No, he realised soft grey eyes flying open in realisation, it had started when he'd come face to face with tightly braided grey hair and hazel eyes. Damn it! Bofur's head fell forward until it touched the workbench, it all started when he'd met the well-mannered tea merchant from the upper town. It all started when he'd been handed the branch and a warm smile.
Bofur lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at the unoffensive bit of wood. He knew what he had to do to get rid of this uncharacteristic behaviour. He cradled the block in mittened hands, smoothing his thumb over the surface. The block was just large enough to make into a box. He could carve the most exquisite patterns onto the lid and sides of the box.