A/N: Hi everyone. I wanted to write a bunch of stories about Bofur and Bombur when they were children, so this fanfic will just basically be a collection of fluffy or angst one-shots. The length of them will be different from story to story, some of them will be long, some short. They're all brotherly love type stories. I do not do slash. Ever. Okay? Thank you.

I will not pester you with anymore author notes in the other chapters. There is another one-shot on it's way. So this will be updated soon. Don't you worry. :D

Like always, hope you enjoy! Also Any misspelled words that the brother's say are on purpose. After all they probably don't get every word right. (Just for reference in this chapter, Bofur is 10, Bombur is 8. I don't know their real ages, I'm guessing Bofur is older. So I'm guessing their ages. I hope you don't mind.)

(Do they celebrate Christmas in Middle Earth? PFFT. COURSE THEY DO! If they don't just pretend.. For the sake of this chapter and my sanity.)

Snow and Blankets:

Bofur slid silently as he could out of his bed. Which was fairly loud to someone who was listening. He wasn't the best at stealth. However, Bofur's 8 year old brother Bombur, was sleeping in their bed, and didn't even flinch at the noise. Bofur rubbed his eyes and adjusted them to the dim light of their bedroom. The moonlight shone through the small window, being party obscured by the curtains hanging halfway over the glass. Bofur knew full well it was pass their bedtime, but he could not sleep. He did not want to. It was Christmas Eve, after all.

He grabbed his floppy hat that was hanging on the end of the bed post, and set it snuggly on his head. He opened his door just a hair, and peeked his head out into the hallway, making sure the coast was clear. Once confirmed it was, he tiptoed back by the bedside, and shook his brother.

"Bombur! Wake up!" He whispered.

Bombur stirred, then moaned and opened an eye lazily

"Get up! We can watch for Santa!" He grinned, creating dimples in his cheeks.

Bofur grabbed the quilt covering his brother and ripped it off the bed.

"M'hungry." Bombur whined, reaching his little hands for the blanket.

Bofur lifted it out of reach and smiled. "Of course you are. Get up and we'll get food! Then we'll watch for Santa."

Bombur rolled himself out of the bed and followed Bofur as they went through the hallway.

"Don't make any noise!" Bofur whispered. "We dun' wanna wake Ma and Da."

The brothers walked quiet as possible into the kitchen. Bombur tried to grab the cookie jar, but it was too high on the counter for him to get to. Bofur stood on his tip-toes, reached up and grabbed the cookie jar for his brother. He opened the lid and took out two cookies, balancing one in between his teeth and handing the other to the waiting hands of Bombur. Once satisfied, they put the cookie jar back and crept to the living room, both munching on delicious chocolate chip cookies. The Christmas tree sat in the corner, just waiting for presents to be placed underneath it. Bombur went over to the window on the side of the room. He rested his chin on the window sill, staring out into the night as the snow gently fell from the sky. Bofur walked up next to him, placing his hands and chin besides his brother's.

"Do you think Da will play with us in the snow tomorrow?" Bombur asked after a few silent moments.

"I dunno." Bofur sighed. "He said he has to work tomorrow. I dun' want him to though."

"Me either." Bombur said longingly.

The two of them stood there looking outside for quite awhile. Their breaths fogged up the glass every now and then, and they'd rub the window to clear it up.

Afterwards, Bofur dragged the quilt to the couch and climbed on, and soon after, Bombur jumped up next to him. They pulled the quilt over themselves and snuggled in closer to each other.

"When is Santa gonna come?" Bombur asked.

Bofur shrugged, "We put out teh cookies and milk like Ma told us to.. He should come soon."

"I hope so. M'tired." Bombur yawned. "What do you think he's like?"

"I think he'd be nice. He is giving us free stuff after all." Bofur said.

Bombur yawned again as he laid his round head on Bofur's shoulder. "Wake me when he comes."

"Okay." Bofur said.

As 1:30 AM came around, an hour from when they first stepped out of their bedroom, Bombur was fast asleep again, and Bofur was close to following. He removed his hand from under the quilt to rub his eyes. He blinked slower and slower as the minutes passed, and by the time 2 o'clock came, both the brother's were sleeping soundly on the couch, with the quilt tightly wrapped around them, protecting them from the cold.