Memories
Bombur didn't know what to think of the little hobbit with them. He had a nice pantry, good food, but that's all he knew. That's why he kept his distance with him. He warmed up to the little hobbit when he saw him conversing with his cousin. But he still didn't start conversions with him. Bombur wasn't shy, he was just quiet. He preferred not saying anything and listening than the other side around. He was the opposite of Bofur, you could say, but they still had a lot in common.
One day, as his bedroll was next to the hobbit's, he heard the grumble of a stomach. Frowning, he turned to face Bilbo. "You're still hungry." He stated quietly. The burglar flushed to his ears. "Well… yes." Bombur frowned even deeper. "How many times do hobbits eat a day." The dwarf was serious and expected answers. It was dawning to him that they were maybe starving their 14th member. "7 times." He answered, shifting uncomfortably. "We've been keeping you hungry. We eat only twice a day. It's awful! We have to talk to Thorin!" The red head panicked. Bilbo's eyes widened greatly. "No, no! Please don't Master Bombur!" The hobbit pleaded, sounding very anxious. "But why? Thorin could give you more to eat." Bombur didn't understand. "I'm sure he would, but it would be a burden to him, who want to cover the most distance possible every day. I'm fine master Bombur. Don't worry about me. There is no need for Thorin to think of me as even more a burden." The rotund dwarf was not pleased by this but promised to not say anything to their leader.
Once in Rivendell, Bifur's cousin asked for the kitchen. He made the food for the dwarves but a big plate for Bilbo too. After distributing the dishes, he sat next to the hobbit. "There you go Master Bilbo, eat slowly or you will not feel well." He advised and had to smile sadly at the look of wonder and awe the little one directed at the food. While they ate, they conversed about their favourite meals, exchanged recipes and even talked about which was the better wine to accompany which meal. He was very angry at Thorin when he was mean with the burglar in the Misty Mountains. Bofur, Bombur and Bifur were fretting over him, but nothing could change the pain swimming in his eyes even if he did his best to cover it.
That night Bombur talked with their leader when they settled in a cave. "Thorin, could we talk please?" He asked and the raven-head frowned, but followed him, nonetheless. "I would like it very much if you could be at least civil towards Bilbo." He said quietly. The king raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?" Bombur smiled widely. "Because we think about making him one of us. So, if you insult him once more, it is the whole Ur family you insult. Thanks for listening to me." The rotund dwarf smirked wickedly, bowed once to his bewildered king then left. He winked at Bilbo and went to prepare dinner for 13 hungry dwarves and 1 just as famished hobbit.
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