A/N: Hello there my people! Yet another chapter, and I can't believe it's the 16th one. I was pretty hesitant about starting a story, and now I'm done with the 16th chapter and my story has 15K pageviews. Thank you all for the support, for the constructive criticism that helps me write better with each new chapter. I've been really enjoying this!
Now in movieverse; we're in the beginning of the 2nd one, finally. :) And I am more than exciting for this one will be harder to write. Then again, I'm not only following movies as you already know. As a matter of fact, I chose to go by the book when it comes to Beorn, because I always thought that entering his home was the most adorable part of the story.
For the reviews; GingerSpice-8675309: Glad you did! :) TeddybearLovingInsomniac: You always motivate me to write more and more! Also I want to add some fluff just for you, but I have to control myself. :D As for Fili, you'll see in this chapter that he is totally fine. Kiligirl32: Thank you so much! Compliments to my OC makes me really happy, cause I think about her all the time and all I want for her to fit better, and make sense to you guys. Jen & whiteredebony: Since you like it, I'll stick with the summaries then. cheers guys :) Guest: Thank you, here you go a nice, long chapter.
A little Summary: The 15th chapter contained a majestic Azog scene, so if you have accidentally skipped, I suggest you go back and take a look. It was Bilbo's time to shine, and they all freaked out when Eagles came and take them away. Our Dwarrows are not really fond of flying. :) Fai and Kili had the time to talk more, in fact they had their first deep-talk on an Eagle. *sighs* those two.. So the Company was on the air when I left them, and they're still flying in the beginning on this chapter.
That's it fellows, now, jump right in and give me lovely reviews if you will. Enjoy!
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"Hey.."
As the chilly breeze of the dawn fondled her face, Fai yawned and opened her eyes. She was curled up under her cloak, not perceiving how much she had napped. The darkness had teared up around them, invaded by the bright colours of sunrise. The scarlet beams of light was dominating the skyline, along with many shades of purple. The place where the sun would rise was burning like an incandescent ore.
"Hey there sleepyhead."
Rebellious strands of hair fluttering around Kili's dark brown head was burning radiantly under the young lights of the sun, giving him a shiny crown in the colour of fine whiskey. He was smiling at her, glad that she could wake up and see how beautiful the sky looked. Holding tighter on his furry cloak, he slightly shivered under it. The air was cold, but calmingly fresh. Considering his Dwarven nature, he was enjoying the flight maybe a bit more than he should.
Fai watched him for a while as he excitedly gazed the sunrise. The smile on his face was heartwarming, and weirdly, seeing him happy had brought her at ease. His smile was boiling in his eyes, making it impossible for Fai to look away. And with his head popped from the furry cloaked part of his body, he looked like an adorable, little boy.
And all the childish cuteness faded away when he turned his head and welcomed Fai's watching eyes with his intense gaze. Feeling like she'd been busted, Fai barely hid her embarrassment. Kili was looking troubled, his eyes were often leaving hers to wander around the burning skies. He was searching for one Eagle in particular.
"I wonder how Thorin is.." he then revealed, bowing his head in despair. "His wounds looked pretty severe.. If it weren't for Bilbo... No, I don't want to think about it."
"Hey, hey, hey..." Fai whispered, softly leaning towards her. "I'm sure it's not that bad. Cause you know, the Warg only played with him. Azog couldn't give that beast the satisfaction. He wanted to kill Thorin personally." Her hand rested on Kili's shoulder, and she continued with a hint of amusement in her voice. "And what I'm one hundred percent sure is that, when we describe the defeated, disappointed expression on Azog's face as the Eagles took us, Thorin will be more than glad. I mean I would have, considering the feud between them."
The young heir's smiling face froze through the end of her words. He raised a bow, and suspiciously asked.
"Wait. How do you know about Thorin and Azog?"
Fai wanted to jump off the Eagle. She wanted to stand up and take the leap, that was how angry she was with herself. After being ridiculously careful all the time, how could she make a mistake? It wasn't a big one, she could easily get herself out of it but the mistake itself was annoying. It meant that she had lost control and who could guarantee that it won't be repeated again?
Her anger wanted out, so, not being proud of herself, she wanted to direct it to the very prince that was sitting beside her. "You know," she remarked with a sarcastic voice, "Balin told me. It turned out that you ignoring me for a full week, had its own advantages. I get to listen to some of Balin's stories. Actually, I've learned a lot from him, so, thank you I guess."
Kili didn't like it, no, how she had thrown it to his face made him feel terrible, not that it was kind of well deserved. He felt the warmth in his ears and tried to cover them up with his hair to hide how red they had gotten. He clumsily attempted to look her in the eyes and almost begged. "Let's not do this alright? I really can not fight for my life and have you as an enemy at the same time. I'm not happy with what I did, but, please.. It's been only couple of hours since we decided to be friends, but, don't you like it when we can talk?"
Thinking about how he must be feeling, Fai couldn't help but sulk. Kili was in fear of losing his uncle, and quite the opposite of Fai, he hadn't seen it coming. He wasn't expecting Azog to show up. He wasn't expecting anything, actually, there wasn't a series of books that he could hold on to. As the way it should be, everything was a surprise for him, a total unknown. She knew by heart how he was anxious all the time. So, giving him hard time seemed so stupid and in fact, kind of selfish. In the need of making things right and seeing him smile, she shyly reached for his hand. Softly squeezing it like he does when she was sad, Fai held his gaze.
"I'm sorry.. My leg makes me cranky I guess, it stings horribly. Yeah, I like it when we can talk.. The lads are great, but Fili, Ori and you are the youngests, we get each other better."
"Is it that bad? We should be landing soon, it's been so long! Then I'll get Oin right away and it'll be-"
He was supposed to feel better, not worse. Fai interrupted right away; "Kili, calm down okay? I've been stabbed, for your dear Mahal's sake, so it has to burn, it's normal.. There's no way I'm keeping Oin by the way, he'll be helping your uncle. And stop frowning, you shouldn't be sorrowful at all. Thorin will be alright, and Fili is not hurt. Which is a great thing considering you guys have stood up to a Pale Orc alone. You just sit and watch this amazing sunrise now, it's an order."
Fai was holding his hand tightly and it was amazing how she managed to bring joy back to his face. It could be her touch that helped, more than her words, but she didn't want to admit that. Seeing the little smile on his face, she tried to take her hand back but to her surprise, Kili didn't let her. He in fact, intertwined his fingers to hers. Any of them dared to talk, they just sat there quietly and watched the sun rise above, until their Eagle started to descend.
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"Oi, ye'r all right? We're all here? Fourteen.. fifteen.. Hey, where- where's Bombur?"
"Puking!"
"Can't blame the lad now, can we? By my beard, where else it is seen, flying Dwarrows?
The Dwarrows where gathered in where the Eagles had left them. Bofur was counting them to make sure everyone's there, while Oin stood by Thorin. The King was laid upon a big, wide rock and his nephews were standing by him with highly concerned faces. Balin and Dwalin were almost green, but they were clearly happy to be back on the ground again and immediately stride towards Thorin as they regain consciousness.
Even though she was also worried for Thorin, Fai decided it would be best if she sticked with Gandalf. The old Wizard was weary for sure, but not effected by the flight as the poor Dwarrows had. They stood there under a tree, watching the Dwarrows collect themselves as Oin tried to understand where Thorin was hurt. When Fai asked the question that had been bugging her, Gandalf couldn't help but laugh.
"Where do we go from here?"
"Like you didn't know already."
Fai joined his laughter with a little chuckle, but soon, she turned back to her troubled self. She needed a place to rest, they all have. In the movies Azog and his friends were easily catching up with the Company, but after flying on an Eagle for hours, Fai had her doubts that the Orcs could run fast enough.
"I think I know, but, do you want to risk it old man? I might say things that you must not heard right in this moment. I might say some things that could change your well made decision." Raising a brow, Fai challengingly stared at him.
After a quick debate in his head, the Wizard eventually gave up and whispered with the corner of his mouth.
"We're going to Beorn's."
Fai sighed in relieve and tried to unwrap her mind around the delicious cakes Beorn will be serving. She could imagine how happy the Dwarrows would be after being finally full, and it will be a lovely change to have them not grumpy after a long, long time. Thinking about it, even Fai had been starving for days, so it was kind of acceptable for thirteen Dwarrows with to be beyond ravenous.
"You look happy." the Wizard remarked and Fai spiritedly admitted.
"For we will be eating and sleeping in a proper place. And we'll be safe, as long as we don't go out after him at nights."
Gandalf let an approving grumble out, as they heard a bellow coming from the Dwarven crowd.
"You!"
They all stepped back in fear, except for Oin, who was still trying to keep the King in a horizontal position.
"You!" Thorin shouted again and shook Oin off of him. He madly straightened out and rose to his feet. He was shaking and his breathing was heavy. The most interesting thing was his eyes, fixated on the little Hobbit who was looking at him with disbelieve. After all that he had done, Thorin would scold him? Unbelievable.
"What were you doing?" Thorin roared, taking a step towards the now trembling Hobbit. "You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden?"
"Come," Fai whispered, taking Gandalf by the arm. "You definitely have to see this."
As the odd pair sneaked their way among the others, Thorin continued with his bellowing.
"That you would not survive in the wild and that you had no place amongst us?"
Each and every one of them held their breath as Thorin took his final step, closing the gap between him and the Hobbit. They were standing with hardly an inch in between. Then he did the most surprising thing, one thing that none of them could ever guess but one.
"Have I ever been this wrong in my entire life."
And he hugged Bilbo.
All the frightfulness faded away as the Hobbit hugged him back, and the Dwarrows started to cheer all around. Balin and Bofur was clapping while Bifur heatedly headbanged. Even Bombur was back from throwing up. He was standing beside his brother and cousin.
"Now," an angry voice reared up as the King and Bilbo turned to look very baffled. "If your little union has ended, can I now treat you Thorin, the mighty stubborn grandson of Thrór? You've been chewed by a Warg, for my beard's sake!"
Fai did her best to not to chuckle as Thorin guiltily drag his feet towards Oin like a little child.
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They had been walking for hours, for the plan Gandalf was yet to reveal. From arid lands to green soil, their path had changed its shape and all around them had filled with fields of flowers as they proceeded. After a while, it became hotter that most of them had to take their cloaks off. Water was their mutual need, but the Wizard refused to stop for he had a weird, ominous attitude about darkness, he was constantly telling them to move forward before it's night. Fruitful fields and sunny weather, it was yet another flashback of Shire, ever the paradise, and Bilbo was having hard time concentrating on the present time. But soon enough, he was pulled out from his make-believe kitchen in Bag End by loud buzzing noises. It was everywhere, loud and whirring. When looked, he saw hundreds of bees dancing in the air. No ordinary bees, big, furry, chubby bees.
"I've never stung by a bee before," Fai panicked and couple of the Dwarrows laughed. "And I definitely don't want them to be my first." She definitely didn't like it. Ori understandingly sidled up to her and the very frightened duo started to walk together, avoiding to even look at the bees.
"We're almost there," Gandalf remarked as he studied the bee that had settled on the tip of his staff. In contrast to Ori and Fai, he was clearly amazed by the animal.
The trees had gotten older and bigger as the Company kept marching, and when they had came in to the middle of a woodlot, all lined up like school children, Gandalf stopped. He was trying to have them in pairs, it was mandatory for his plan to work in the best way possible. Not knowing what exactly was going on, the Dwarrows were already started to grow impatient.
"The host of us.." Gandalf spoke, "He's not.. Let's say, welcoming as the Elvenlord of the Last Homely House. So not to overwhelm him, we better go in pairs. Me and Mr Burglar go first, then five minutes later Thorin and Balin would follow." Thorin suspiciously bowed as Balin shot a discrete, knowing smile at the Wizard. Gandalf had paired them up for one was quick-tempered and bold, while the other was calm and wise. Balin's was the balancing factor to Thorin's derangement.
Fai's questioning eyes met Gandalf's eyes and he declared her place in the line. "You and Dwalin will follow afterwards, and you will do the talking." Heading towards Dwalin, she turned back and winked at the Wizard in last minute.
"And the rest of you may come in whatever pairs you please. Except for you, Bombur, you will come alone, and the very last."
His protesting voice heard instantly. "And why's that Mr Gandalf?"
"Because you count for two, that is why!"
The company cracked up as Bombur admittedly shrugged and joined them with his laughter. As Fai and the Dwarrows recovered from their laughing session, the Wizard and their Burglar was gone already.
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Not a long walk away from where they had left the company, Gandalf and Bilbo finally managed to find Beorn's home. Gandalf was careful enough to leave some signs on the path to help the pairs to follow. All kinds of animals were watching them in curiosity and when they arrived right in front of a big wooden door, Gandalf watched Bilbo's desperate grooming attempts with the corner of his eye in amusement. The Hobbit was trying to whip his hair into shape as he grumbled something about missing buttons and ragged vests.
"Are you ready my dear Bilbo?"
"Wouldn't call this ready, but go on then, knock away."
So did the Wizard.
The door cracked open and Bilbo was dumbfounded by the scene. It was a dog who had opened the door for them; a dog on its hind-legs. He eyed them from head to feet and hurried back to where he came from. To the middle of the garden, where his guardian was waiting. He was a huge man with a thick black beard and hair, and great bare arms and legs with knotted muscles. He was clothed in a tunic of wool down to his knees, and was leaning on a large axe. Couple of horses were standing by him with their noses at his shoulder. His name was, Beorn.
"Who are you and what be you wanting?" he then asked. There wasn't a hostile tone to his voice, but somehow it wasn't friendly either. Beorn eyed them like his dog did, and Bilbo looked up to Gandalf to see how he would respond. A courteous look had settled on the Wizards face as he took his pointed hat off and nearly dropped a curtsey.
"I am Gandalf the Grey," he spoke and continued while indicating Bilbo. "And this here, is my friend Mr Baggins of Shire. He is a Hobbit of good family and unimpeachable reputation." Bilbo bowed his head as he realized in displeasure that he wasn't wearing a hat to complete the gesture.
"Never heard of any of you." Beorn stated, caressing the nose of one of his ponies. The one with the shiny yellow mane and braided tail.
"But I'm sure you have heard of my beloved cousin, Radagast. He who lives in the Southern borders of Mirkwood."
"Yes; not a bad fellow as wizards go, I believe. I used to see him every now and then.. Now, the important part is, what are you looking for, here in my land?"
"To tell you the truth, we have lost our luggage and nearly lost our way, and are rather in need of help, or at least of advice. I may say we have had rather a bad time with goblins in the mountains."
Bilbo couldn't believe in how good Gandalf was at acting, so in order to not spoil the Wizard's game, he didn't even blink. He wasn't actually lying though, not quite, but there was something in his attitude that makes his words seem like lies to Bilbo. The Wizard was polishing the truth, leaving some details out and softening the edges.
"Goblins? What business did you have with them?"
"Well, that's quite an adventure to tell," Gandalf tried, and Beorn took the bait.
"Then why don't you come inside and break it down, if it won't occupy my whole day." said the tall man as he turned around and led them towards another door, this time, opening to a his home instead of a garden. His home was wooden from floor to roof, and it had really high ceiling with a couple of mezzanines here and there. In the middle of the room, there was a long table with logs around acting as stools. Inside of his barn of a home was filled with animals just as much as his garden was. Couple of cats were sleeping on makeshift couches of hay, as they opened up one eye to check the guests out. Seemed like dogs and cats were in peace along with other animals in Beorn's house, as none of them showed nothing but tranquility.
"You might as well start," Beorn inquired showing great interest to the mysterious tale the Wizard was about to tell. He seated them around the long dinner table, and started walking around as he waited for Gandalf to begin with the story. But instead, with an apologetic voice, the Wizard made a request.
"You know, it's not just me and Mr Baggins, there's one or two wandering in the woodlot, also members of the tale I am going to use. I didn't want to bother you with the crowd before making sure you are available. Can I blow them a whistle, if you will?"
Before Beorn gave his blessing, three stern knocks heard from afar. Bilbo wrinkled his nose and shook his head at their timing, fearing that Beorn would figure out their scheme and kick them all out. But Beorn smiled instead, calming down his animals with a gesture of his hand. "Some impatient friends you have there." And he left to greet the Dwarrows waiting two gates away, right outside his garden.
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"Do you think it's time?" Dwalin asked crankily. His stomach was grumbling loud enough for anyone to hear.
"I don't know," Fai continued from right where he left off, being no less crankier than he was. They had made a lovely couple. "Did we suppose to count?"
"Well, Balin was wise enough to."
They couldn't tell the time for they were standing under the ancient oaks and the sun couldn't make its way down there. Without shadows, it was impossible for them to tell how long is five minutes.
"I'm starving, c'mon lass, we'll be on our way."
"Both of you, stop." It was Bofur who interrupted with an amused smile. "You have to be adorable, not two grumpy pain in the neck! So, put on your charming faces on."
With inaudible growlings, Fai and Dwalin both nodded and hit the road. It was easy to move forward when they figured the clues Gandalf had left. Dwalin was not happy at all, he was oh so mistrustful at all times, so staying in some mysterious lad's home was not the best arrangement for him. If it wasn't for Thorin, his brother and of course, food, he wouldn't have moved a muscle. Looking at the animals that surrounded them, he continued walking with Fai, and after a while, they went through a big garden door that was left unlocked.
They kept going until they were in front of another door, and just before Dwalin had buried his knuckles in it, Fai somehow managed to stop him.
"Lower your guard," she spoke and pointed towards the axe he had been holding tightly. "Hang it on your back. Let's not piss off our host right from the start." And she tried not to gasp with surprise when he actually obeyed. Then, she knocked. When the heavy wooden door opened widely before them, Fai and Dwalin both got stunned by Beorn's grandeur. He was even taller than Gandalf, he in fact, was the tallest man that Fai had ever seen.
"Dwalin at your service," the Dwarf bowed quickly, and not knowing what else to do, Fai followed suit.
"And Fai," she bowed, the tips of her straight, golden hair nearly touching the floor. "Also at your service."
"None needed," Beorn remarked, looking at the new pair of visitors. "Come on in, I am in for a party it seems, and one or two more won't make much difference at all."
So they did. Dwalin immediately took a seat next to Balin and Thorin, while Beorn's curious glance was hovering upon Fai. "A girl amongst your company?" he then asked looking at the Wizard, "Is she also a part of your story that keeps being interrupted?" Then his face turned back to Fai. "Are you?"
"I am."
"She is."
Replied the girl and the Wizard in unison, which made Beorn let out a little chuckle. "Well then, if you want to finish by dinner time, keep telling your story. Of course, if we don't have any other of your friends lining up at my door."
As Gandalf inhaled to keep telling what happened in the Goblin tunnels, another three knocks heard.
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It was all the same until Bombur knocked and literally rolled in. The poor Dwarf had lost his way a couple of times till he finally caught up with Gandalf's clues. Being hungry had become painful long ago, and his limits were pushed near to their boundaries. Beorn helped the Dwarf up back on his feet, and wearing a serious expression, he turned to face the Wizard.
"I assume you require my help," he spoke with his thick, vibrant voice. "For you have two injured among your company, and clearly the rest of you are starving to death."
Agreeing hums heard from the Dwarrows as Gandalf gave Beorn an approving nod. Thorin and Fai's injuries were getting worse by the minute, both sitting on the logs very uncomfortably and becoming paler and paler. The Dwarrows' uneasy glances were resting on them by taking turns, and each time they had landed on her, Fai felt the need to give them reassuring smiles, even though she didn't feel like smiling at all. But beyond dispute, Thorin's condition was much worse and troubling the Company deeply, so Fai didn't want them to worry over her as well.
Beorn, who was pacing up and down very slowly in the room suddenly stopped right beside Thorin, and by crouching down, he lowered himself to Thorin's height.
"I am not over fond of Dwarves; but if it is true you are Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, I believe, that means your companion is respectable. And you are enemies of Goblins; by looking at the story you've told me.. Therefore, I'll assist you."
Thorin bowed his head in gratitude as the rest of the company quietly started to cheer.
"However," the Beorning continued as he stood back, "There will be rules. No harm will be done to my friends that lives in here with me. You will be kind to them, and you will see nothing but kindness in return."
Fai nodded along with Bilbo, Gandalf and the Dwarrows and they all looked around to all kinds of animals here and there. There was cats and there was dogs, with couple of mouses, birds and the bees, also some ponies as well. Back on Earth, Fai hadn't seen a single animal that looked this calm and happy. Beorn studied them carefully to make sure that his rule was fully understood, and when he continued, his face was darkened with a heavy heart.
"And no following me around after midnight." he declared, exchanging a glance with Gandalf, not knowing if the Company had known him, and what he was capable of. "No one leaves here when it's dark. I'll lock the exterior door, and that's the farthest you'll ever be."
Not to his surprise, the Dwarrows agreed again, but this time their nods were hollow, except for two. The rest of them didn't know about Beorn, as it seemed. It was only natural for the Wizard to know, but about that girl, he ceased to understand.. Looking at the tired faces of the Company, Beorn called it dinner time and wished that during their stay, they won't have to know what a Skin-Changer is.
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When Fai had woken up, it was passed midnight and she was feeling much better. To her surprise, trying to recall when she had fallen asleep was in vain, for her head was nothing but a blank page at that moment. She had been laid on a makeshift bed out of hays, and by looking at the snorings of the Dwarrows and some of the animals, most of them were fast asleep. Except for Bilbo, who was lying on the ground frightfully, as a cat decided to lie down on his chest. The poor Hobbit looked like he was about to sneeze in any minute, and Fai cut back her laughter at the last minute.
"Morning love."
His face lightened up with flickering beams of the beeswax candle, Bofur was sitting on the floor at her bedside. Fai checked her wound instinctively as the tips of her fingers met the rough surface of some sort of gauze. Her thigh was wrapped up pretty firmly. Straightening her back a little, she turned to Bofur and smiled back.
"I think we're supposed to say 'good midnight' or something.. So, I've missed the feist, huh? Bummer."
Without getting the chance to finish her sentence, Bofur filled her lap with a basket of honeycakes and a huge wooden mug of milk. "Everyone was worried about ye, and we wanted to make sure that ye eat some'hin. Dori nagged the lads to make sure some supper is left for you as well, and these are quite a save don't ye think?"
Imagining the scene, Fai chuckled but her mouth was already filled with some delicious, mind blowing honeycakes. " 'hank 'ou Boffur." Fai tried with her mouth full, if were awake Bombur would be proud. Bofur started to laugh a rolling laugh. After gulping down a lot of cakes, she spoke again, this time much more properly. "Sorry. You are the best!"
"Sorry? My dear, have ye forgotten who my brother is? I'm the expert of deciphering mouth-full grumblings."
Oh was he right. She was really spending much time enough to become one of them. It wasn't a trouble for her, it was making her happy, even. Fitting in better, to be loved by them was making everything more bearable. And Bofur had a gift of being able to be spirited at everywhere and anytime. His cheerful disposition was contagious that everytime she had talked to him, the corners of her mouth were always curled upwards beyond her control. It had been a while since the two had the chance to be alone, so Fai wanted to make the best of it.
"Why are you here?" she asked, it had always surprised her that Bifur, Bofur and Bombur had decided to be a part of this adventure. "Besides taking your home back, I know every one of you have a personal reason also, in a manner, the quest means something different to you all."
"Well, we were told that the beer was free!" Bofur just shrugged and winked at her. Reliving the journey in his head, Bofur burst into a laugh. "And tonight was the second time we drink something besides water! So ye may say that we've been tricked."
"You had beer without me?"
"Beer and mead, yeah. You and Thorin weren't allowed anyways, Oin had banned you two for the night."
Thinking about how much fun they possibly had, Fai regretted sleeping in. Of course, she was up and about for the life threatening parts but when it comes to having fun, she had to sleep like a log. "Wait till Thorin finds out about this, he won't be happy either."
"Naah.." Bofur smiled. "We won't be telling him that. As for yer question.. It's not only beer but something about fortune. To seek something greater than us. It's not been long enough, but can ye believe in the things we've seen? Most of them we were thinking was nothing but legends."
He take the now emptied basket and wooden mug from her hands, and continued talking tenderheartedly.
"Living a quiet life is not for me, I had to be up for something. And we come as a package, ye know. Bombur wanted to come for more than anything and even if I weren't up for it, there was no way I could let him go alone. And of course Bifur couldn't miss the chance to head butt things while we're at it. An enthusiastic one at fighting, he is, so, we're all here."
Talking to him was the easiest thing Fai had ever done. She didn't have to think about proper words, she was just being herself. So they talked, mostly Fai asked questions and Bofur happily answered. He told her about the details of toy making, about his life back in Ered Luin, and amusingly, about couple of woman that were in his life, not necessarily in the same time. Hours had passed when they both fell tired from speaking and decided to sleep.
If I had an uncle, she thought, piling the hay under her head as a pillow, I guess this is how it would feel like.
E/N: Aww.. I adore Bofur & Fai, so I wanted to give them the well deserved time of their own!
Hope you guys like it, R&R if you want, it really motivates me. :3
