Memories
Bofur was intrigued. There was something about Bilbo Baggings that intrigued him greatly. When he met him, he knew that he was not made for adventures. Just by looking at his home. It was comfortable, warm and filled with food. Who would want to leave that, to go on an adventure in the cold? Not Bofur that's sure. But in the Blue Mountains, life was not all pink. He wanted to take back Erebor, for his nephews and niece. They deserved a better life than the one they had now. That's why he tried his best to convince the hobbit not to come, by mocking him all night.
He did not know what to think when the little thing actually ran after them. Bofur quickly became attached to him. He saw Bifur and Bombur warming up to him too, and they actually considered it when he proposed making him a brother of the Ur family. When Bombur talked with Thorin, he knew that they just had to ask Bilbo to make it official. He felt desperate to keep Bilbo when he wanted to go back to Rivendell. But then happened Goblintown, Azog, the Carrock and Bofur, as the head of the Ur family, had no time to talk with Bilbo. Once they arrived at Beorn's, the toy maker finally saw the chance he was waiting for. With an encouraging grunt from Bifur and a soft smile form Bombur, the hatted dwarf nervously approached the little hobbit.
"Hum, Bilbo? Can I talk to you for a moment please?" He asked, trying to keep the anxiety from his voice. Kili and Fili who understood what he was about to do, gave him thumbs up before pushing Bilbo behind him. Once they were in a quiet and peaceful place, Bofur shifted, uncomfortable. "Are you okay Bofur?" The lad asked, watching his friend's weird behaviour. "Yes, yes lad. No worries." Taking a deep breath, he jumped in the water. "Bilbo… Bombur, Bifur and I want you to be a part of the Ur family… We would understand if you refuse. There would be no hard feelings." Bilbo shot his head up at the words.
"Y-you want m-me as family?" He asked, pointing at himself in shock. Bofur had his tongue tied for now, so he just nodded in response. "I want to be part of your family but why me? I mean, I'm just a simple hobbit. Nothing special about me." The toymaker frowned deeply at the self-depreciation. "You, Bilbo Baggings, are a very special hobbit. You love your hobbit-y things, like buttons or books, but at the same time, you are open to change. You love a good joke, cooking, getting to know everyone. Those are all the things about you that me, my brother and cousin adore. We want you in our family for you. Because you are you. A fussy, reckless but brave little thing. Stop putting yourself down. A lot of people love you." He scolded a little and was certain that the hobbit's eyes couldn't widen more than they are right now. He surely didn't expect Bilbo to burst into tears. He panicked. "Oh Mahal. What have I done? I am sorry. Was it something I said? Please forgive me if it was."
He rambled before being stopped when an armful of hobbit throw itself at him. "Thank you Bofur. Thank you so much. I want to be a part of your family. Thank you so much." The burglar whispered to him, crying quietly. Bofur smiled softly, patting him on the back. "No thank you lad. Thank you…" He answered in the same tone, glad he found another brother.
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