AN: I really love dino's and I wish that I had the right stuff to be a Paleontologist. And yeah I probably will be referencing Primeval and Jurassic Park. I am not British so I will probably mess up on any British sayings I want to use, cause I see Bilbo living in England while Bofur lives in like Brazil.
Bofur is a miner by trade and a toymaker by heart. And there is plenty of opportunities for both trades in the small village in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere surrounded by jungles and the quarry where Bofur spends most of his time working. It's a village that his cousin Bifur stopped at during on of his tours whilst he was in the Guard, before he took a bullet to the brain. Before the older male lost nearly all ways to communicate. It was a large shock to Bofur when his cousin started to talk in ancient Gaelic, Bofur didn't even know Bifur knew how to speak Gaelic. So they settled down in that tiny village in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere that Bifur absolutely seemed to love whenever he talked about it, before. So Bofur learned ancient Gaelic, moved himself with Bifur to this shitty place and watched Bombur move his life too. His baby brother Bombur, a up and coming architect moved with them. Sometimes Bofur hates the oppressive heat, the pouring rain, the lack of anything remotely civilized but then he see Bombur with his wife, a doctor from Doctors Without Borders who is a damn fine cook, and he thinks it might be okay. Another good thing to happen is the return of Bifur's smile.
Bofur thinks over his life as he walks deep into the jungle, needing the calm chaos that it is to sooth his nerves after a long shift in the mine. And as he walks he carves, just a silly little figure that probably won't even sell, his hands nice and steady. Until he notices that the jungle has fallen silent. Now he isn't the brightest bulb in the box, the sharpest knife in the drawer all those other things that say he isn't bright after all you don't become a miner if you're smart, but he knows a thing or two. Like if a previously loud jungle goes silent then there is something big and or bad coming. He's read enough crime and mystery books along with both of the Jurassic Park books, seen all the movies, seen both the Primeval series and a shit ton of other shit that taught him a lot. And the stuff he didn't know he looked up. So he freezes, and yes he knows that is useless because what kind of predator can't see an unmoving prey and dear god don't let whatever it is be a meat eater! But he can't climb a tree because he's in a fucking jungle and jungles have their own natural predators that can climb on their own. So he freezes and tries to blend in with his surroundings.
That's when it lumbers by. He can tell by the lack of long, pointy, pointy teeth that it isn't a pure carnivore but that doesn't mean it isn't an omnivore and he doesn't even know what kind of creature can get that big. He stares at it remembering books that he has read and documentaries that he has seen and his breath catches. Could it really be!? A living breathing dinosaur? Oh how he wished he could tell for sure if it was and what kind it is if it is a dino. A fucking dino. After what feels like hours of watching it, the damn thing just turns around and leaves. He stumbles home, his legs not wanting to work after standing so long, his hands searching out his satellite phone, the only damn thing that gets a signal. Bilbo will know and if he doesn't then maybe one of Bilbo's other friends might. Cause Bilbo is a Paleobotanist and has paleo ties.
Bilbo will know what to do, the lad has always known what to do…But what are the fucking odds that a bloody dinosaur would show up in Bumfuck Nowhere?!