Unlike many of the Company he had no problem listening Glóin talk about his darling wife, Vonna. In fact he found it very refreshing just like when Bombur talked about Nurra and their children. He brings him back to a time back when he could speak Western, back when he still his Ionu and his two darling children Gomrur and Gronzur. When Glóin speaks of Vonna it settles his weary heart. He remembers the raid that took them from him. At night before the Quest started and he lived with Bofur in their small ramshackle hut he dreamed it. Thankfully while on the road the dreams stopped. Now though as they rest in Rivendell he's left alone with his thoughts. They'll be hear for a while, until the eclipse so that the Elves can help read the map. He doesn't bring this up to the two young dwarrows at his side, more like his own children than cousins, instead he lies down in his bedroll and prays that he doesn't dream or if he dreams they are pleasant.
He wakes to soft hands on his face, Ionu his darling works in a teashop so her hands are always soft and smells faintly of mint. Looking up he sees soft emerald green eyes staring down at him, long chestnut hair falling down in waves waiting for him to braid it. Lovingly he strokes her beard downy and soft. Flanking her are the four boys. Gomrur and Bofur as the eldest two on one side twin smiles of mischief on their faces Gronzur and Bombur on the other the youngest with shy smiles. Sitting up he pulls Ionu to him kissing her chuckling internally at the boys sounds of disgust.
"I love you Bifur."
"And I love you my darling Ionu."
He knows where this is going, deep in soul he's relived this day over and over. He'll braid his family's hair and they will return the favor. After breakfast he'll leave for the market, he lives just outside of settlement of Men who have settled much like the Men of Dale outside of Ered Luin. Men have more children than dwarrows and therefore have more need of the toys he makes. The orcs hit halfway through the day, Ionu is alone with the boys. A dark, cruel part of his mind whispers that she was acting as she did when she was pregnant with the boys. When they attack he rushes home, dodging orcs and men fighting, occasionally picking up fallen weapons to fight his way home. His heart shatters when he sees Gomrur laying face wood scattered around him. Fighting back despair he races inside grabbing his boar spear from the door jam killing the three orcs that were throwing themselves at the door leading into his room. Inside the room are the four remaining members of his family. Bofur is applying to a wound on Gronzur's side and Ionu, his darling, sweet, kind, his One is curled up in a corner Bombur in her lap. For a moment he thinks she's fine. Until he sees the red spreading out around her. Bofur looks up, tears in those brown eyes just like his mother's, Bombur takes more after their father.
"I'm so sorry! I tried, I really did! Me an' an' Gom saw 'em an' told me ta run and get Amad an' da boys in da room. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't fast enough," he sobs bowing his head.
He jolts awake tears running down his face. When the Men and dwarrows of the mountain gathered up a party to go after the surviving orcs, they had taken children when they ran, he joined up faster than a dwarf to gold. Taking a deep breath he seeks out Bofur and Bombur. Bofur takes one look and opens up his arms for a hug. It's always Bofur who wakes him from his nightmares, the one who gets hit for it, the one who still blames himself so Bifur wraps his arms around him. In his broken ancient Khuzdul he assures Bofur that he still doesn't blame him for their deaths.