This has no editing other than spell check. Trying to keep myself honest in the NaNoWriMo. I am in the middle of chapter 14 ATM. Work on anything else is suspended at this time.

I truly don't own The Hobbit. If I did, you would see a lot more romance. Bilbo would have a backbone and someone would punch Thorin for his stupidity. I make no money from this, and am just having fun.

The Prompt:

I was watching the extras for the extended addition, and when I saw that the lovely lady who played Belladona is Bofur's wife in RL, I couldn't help but think what if Bofur was Bilbo's father.

Say Belladona spent a few years in the Blue Mountains and was in love with a young Bofur, but was called back to the Shire, not knowing she was pregnant. Bungo, who was her best friend offers to marry her and raised Bilbo as his own. Since the Shire has low views of same sexual relationships, this works for them. Bungo has his lover, Holman (the Gardener before Hamfast) and allowed Belladona to wait for Bofur to come for her, but he never did. She wouldn't leave until Bilbo is of age.

Bilbo knows who his father really is, they never kept it a secret within the family, but the general public believe him to be Bungo's son in truth.

Bofur has mourned for 51 years, believing his One left him and he never followed because by Dwarrow law she has the right to walk away. Basically, they were both foolish for not contacting the other.

Although of age by Hobbit standards, Bilbo should still be slightly under age for the quest (not that he would tell anyone that).

Not sure how Bofur finds out he's a father, does Bilbo get pissed during the take over of his home? The trolls? Or maybe in the cave before the goblins?

How does their friendship grow before the reveal, with Bilbo trying to get to know his father without anyone knowing the truth?

Slash welcome, Fem!Bilbo welcome.


Chapter One

Her View

There really was something to be said about Darrow, everything they did was taken at length and care. No good thing ever came from rushing into it and it was something they took to heart. From the learning and working of their crafts, to their courting and loving, to the very stone that they melded. And one very hot headed Took was so very frustrated by it.

She had not meant to stay in the Mountains as long as she had. She sure as hell hadn't meant to find her mate so far away from home. She definitely didn't want to throttle the hard headed idiot for refusing to move faster; really a minimum of 4 years for courtship? It was almost a surprise when they'd fallen between the sheets in a fit of passion. Yet a very pleasant one.

It had only happened the once, her very stupid intended swore he would not besmirch her honour again like that. Which of course caused her to ask where he'd bothered to learn big words. Oh the row that ensued.

Which then lead to them not speaking for a few weeks, two normally very open people digging deep into stubborn that only happens when neither wants to admit they are wrong, yet love each other deeply.

In the long run though, it may have been their downfall, because she'd received a summons from home, her mother had fallen ill. She'd left a letter with his brother, saying she would return as soon as she could, but for now she had to leave. She had left it where she knew he would find it. She left, hoping he realized how much she loved him.

In the end, she found she couldn't return.

When she returned, it was to find her mother in poor health. She could not leave again as quickly as planned, she refused to e away from home if something happened. Yet many days passed where she found very little to do, other than agonize over what she left behind. Going to the market and meeting up with those she'd known as a faunt and working in the kitchens really didn't fill the hours as needed. Within the first month of her return, even the kitchens became to much because of the smells.

In the Shire, there were two steadfast rules in regards to life. One, love and marriage was between a male and a female only; not any other type of combination (even if your mate was the same as you, you were only to be friends). And two, no matter what, children must be born with the couple in wedlock, if you could do plant the seed together, you must tend it together.

There in lay the problem, the father; who did not even know he was to be one; would not be rushed. Nor, had he sent her any acknowledgement that he'd read her letter. Thankfully, the seed he had planted seemed to be following the treats of the its father and was taking its sweet time growing. Giving her time to hide it for a while longer. She did not what to be forced to marry someone she didn't love, just to save the reputation of her family. Yet it seemed like that was what she was going to have to do.

It's funny who notices things. Although they were very different, her best friend was the one to corner her and ask. Not drinking while at the Green Dragon was unknown for her, yet her half-pint had gone untouched.

The next day, a plan was formed, him confiding in her while giving her the chance to hide what happened until her Darrow finally came for her. It really wasn't that hard to convince people they'd been together. Sheep will go where led if given they answers they wanted.

Construction started a week later.

When they could not hid the oncoming child any longer, they wed and moved into the half finished Smail.

If other hobbits didn't notice the use of two bedrooms, well, that was their choice. Instead, it was whispers of how sweet but very improper they were. If some blamed her for shackling him, they didn't really know either of them all that well.

And if the beautiful girl, with the proper curls, in the correct places, arrived in proper time for hobbit standards; yet still a few months early for Darrow; well, that made everything easier. With Iris looking much like her mother, it wasn't hard to believe that there was nothing more going on than a hastened wedding.

That Iris was used to breakfasting with her uncle almost every morning as she grew, was not a problem, at least to her. That her mother and father slept in separate rooms, well, it had always been that way, right? That she knew she had another father, far away, well that story never left the home.

Until her dying day, Belladonna never gave up home that her Darrow would come for her, even 15 years after their daughter had been born.


Iris means: Your Friendship Means So Much to Me; Faith; Hope; Wisdom and Valour; My Compliments