AN:
Now you guys are caught up with everything I have written for this story and will have to wait like the readers on AO3 have to wait for updates, which range from like an hour to months sadly. I also had this great thing between Tauriel and Bofur planned but it fled and I was left with this. It's still good just not what I was aiming for XD
Bofur stares at the Elf in front of him wondering which of the Valar he pissed off for them to let this happen. All he had wanted to do was take up the brunet Elf's offer of checking out the Hall of Fire. Instead of enjoying the singing, so much better than the melancholy music they heard the first time, he got cornered. Brown eyes are focused on him intently. He sighs softly cursing his natural likableness.
"What do ye need lass?"
"I need your help… I know you will not be able to tell me much but…"
"I will tell ye what I can but do ye mind if we go sit?"
Tauriel shakes her head after giving him a thankful look and leads him to soft cushions next to the refreshment table that has wine and other good drinks on it. She snags two of the cups handing one to him. He watches in fascination as the female Elf seems to drain the cup in one drink.
"What can you tell me about Ones? What happens if someone believes that another is their One but the other isn't and they have theirs and love them dearly?"
Bofur coughs, the wine he had started to swallow coming out his nose stinging it.
"Give a person warning before ye go dropping questions like that lass," he splutters wiping at his nose. He places his cup down not wanting to chance another burned nose. Carefully Bofur thinks over what he can tell her.
"That is a touchie subject lass. But a One is a Dwarrows true love, the one their Mark speaks of. If that happens I am sure if the person explains it gently the other would understand… Though there is always…." he trails off unsure if he's allowed to explain further.
"There is a chance that I… I mean they are their One but not the other way around and that Dwarrow is doomed to be alone?"
Bofur sighs and nods his head, picking up and draining his cup before Tauriel can speak again.
"This is about Kili ain't it? And his fascination on ya."
"Yes…."
"I'm going ta need another drink, I am too sober to be talking about this."
The rest of the night becomes blurry as he ingests lots of the sweet Elvish wine that is stronger than it tastes. He barely remembers dancing with not only Tauriel but the brunet Elf from before and a very pretty She Elf that has stars on her cheek. However it is so very worth the hangover that is waiting for him in the morning.